#g4rdner

The café's overly crowded this afternoon. It is close to several universities. With it being end of term and all, River's lucky to have a table. (Though, it may have had more to do with her oh so charming smile and an off-handed comment about needing to find somewhere else to mark papers before her summer holiday could begin.)

She glances up at the familiar voice. Green eyes widen momentarily from behind her glasses. What is he doing in London?

She cants her head. The smile she offers is far less charming than the one she'd employed earlier. "You do realise that's not the way to greet the person who has something you want." In this case, she means a chair opposite hers and a spot for whatever he's ordered after she rearranges her to-do and done piles.

She sets down her pen. Then, she rests her chin on her hands. A cursory glance around the room. All for show, of course. She's seen the crowds grow throughout the day. "There's always that spot near the rubbish bin," she quips. They both know why it's unoccupied.

She clicks her tongue. "Try again?"

˚₊‧꒰ა 🐬 💿 🌊 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> ❝ YOU'RE LUCKY I LIKE YOU .. ❞ her tone was trying to be clipped. but ellie couldn't do mad. couldn't do serious. not when it came to guy gardener. she couldn't help but adore the lantern. which in times like these , sucked. ❝ and you're lucky it's quiet. ❞ ellie's love language was giving. so of course she would cook for anyone who asked her too.

They're walking terribly close together. River's curls are practically brushing against Guy's cheek; it's easier to pass along messages that way. Her eyes widen momentarily. Damn, that was quicker than she anticipated.

Without missing a beat, she stops him in his tracks. Her smirk is sinful as her hands caress his upper arms and trail over his shoulders. She can't wait until they get to their destination.

Pink lips meet his in a passionate kiss. She links both arms around his neck. Her eyelids flutter. To the casual observer, they would appear shut entirely. They're two people in love or lust.

She taps her right index finger against his neck five times. Five goons. As they get closer, no doubt peeved by the pair of them blocking half the pavement, her moans are entirely for dramatic effect.

“ first time off planet? ” from @g4rdner

well, it's certainly her first time dealing with portals. small curse leaves her as she pushes herself up, palms scraped from the force she'd gone through with - wiping them on jeans, ignoring the damage that lingers on soft skin. she's dealt with so much weirdness since her death: since something in her dna refused to let it all be over, refusing to let her rest. her work with powered people... it was meant to stay a secret, to keep herself as invisible and out of the way as humanly possible. great in theory. hard when actually caring.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎃 👻 💀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> ❝ I ALWAYS LIKE SAYING .. since i was little. ❞ ellie answered with a slight laugh. she slid back into her dining chair , placing the mug of coffee in front of the green lantern. ❝ my mum was a decent cook. she started teaching me when i was like .. four or so. but i don't really know where i got it from. ❞ there was a laugh. ❝ because my dad was a shit cook. ❞ chin came to rest against the palm of her hand. ❝ but - i think cooking helps me .. mentally. ❞ lips curled into a soft smile. at their memory. ❝ you'd think it'd be stressful but i could bake two dozen batches of sugar cookies with a blindfold on. ❞

❝ what are you laughing at? ❞ && ❝ that could have gone better. ❞ from @g4rdner

laugh is far from intentional - misplaced and soft, gentle fingers busy plucking leaves and all too green gunk from flattened curls. "no, no you're right. a great rescue, thank you." she raises eyebrow at him for a moment, as if challenging him to dispute the statement. it's laugh or cry really - two options - neither perfect. but it's easier to just laugh and deal with the mess her lab has been left when she's had time to process what the hell just hit them.

˚₊‧꒰ა 🎃 👻 💀 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ -> ❝ OF COURSE IT DOES .. ❞ her home made beef pies were probably some of the best in the country. they were an australian delicacy. there's a grin that splits across her lips. ❝ i'm the one making it. ❞ she laughs - as ellie steps away from the doorway , moving further into her apartment. she looks back over her shoulder at guy when she realises that he wasn't following her. her brows raise in question. ❝ you just gonna stand there ? or are you going to come inside ? ❞ she always made enough food to feed a small army. there was plenty for him to have.