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queenoflogs2010-12-22 09:58 pm
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Brittany and Teresa
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onelongnoodle and thewisechoice
Date: December 22nd
Summary: Yet another event reaction post!
Warnings: None (will edit in the unlikely event that anything happens)
Brittany awoke around mid-morning, shivering in her sleeping bag on the cold floor. Alone.
Alone? She sat up and looked around, pulling the sleeping bag closer around her. "Santana?" They had definitely been together when Brittany had fallen asleep the night before. Had the cats carried her off? Or... oh no. What if she was gone again.
Brittany leaned forward, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. She didn't recognize this place. It wasn't nice like the places she usually slept. There was no bed or comfy chairs, and no birds to make her breakfast. Outside, the wind was howling like a monster. (Or maybe it was a monster. That was pretty likely.)
"Santa, can you hear me? Please, I'd really like Santana back."
onelongnoodle and thewisechoiceDate: December 22nd
Summary: Yet another event reaction post!
Warnings: None (will edit in the unlikely event that anything happens)
Brittany awoke around mid-morning, shivering in her sleeping bag on the cold floor. Alone.
Alone? She sat up and looked around, pulling the sleeping bag closer around her. "Santana?" They had definitely been together when Brittany had fallen asleep the night before. Had the cats carried her off? Or... oh no. What if she was gone again.
Brittany leaned forward, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. She didn't recognize this place. It wasn't nice like the places she usually slept. There was no bed or comfy chairs, and no birds to make her breakfast. Outside, the wind was howling like a monster. (Or maybe it was a monster. That was pretty likely.)
"Santa, can you hear me? Please, I'd really like Santana back."