Post by Ryand'r on Sept 22, 2020 13:33:27 GMT -5
Participants: Ryand'r and Jaime Reyes
Location(s): Titan's Tower, San Francisco - possibly elsewhere
Time of Day: Afternoon
Summary: While in an attempt to combat disappointment, Wildfire makes a new friend.
Friday dawned, and with it an excitement hummed on every inch of his skin like a static charge. He'd tackled his responsibilities with particular determination and a smile perpetually on his face, getting done much earlier than usual. Without anything left to deter him, he'd set out to San Francisco. Friday meant the beginning of the weekend. The weekend meant something incredibly important to him: he got to see Kaldur'ahm.
Both of their schedules were so busy in the Earth timeframe of Monday through Friday. Kaldur'ahm had his school to attend and Ryand'r had his duties to the interstellar arm of the Justice League. Fortunately the tech and resources involved with that team allowed Wildfire to make very quick trips back into the Milky Way and to planet Earth. Arriving at Titan's Tower, Ryand'r assessed the clock and only mildly prickled at how much longer he had to wait for Aqualad's arrival.
By then he'd been given full clearance and registry within the Tower's gauntlet of safety measures, so coming and going was a nonissue. He visited the gardens on the isle, then the interior solarium, both of which held specimens of flora from Tamaran that his sister, Koriand'r, had personally planted. He dutifully tended to them and made sure they were doing well, but that only ate up an hour or so.
Ryand'r stopped by the sparring room next and went through some forms of combat, again to try to distract. Ultimately, he fiddled around here and there as the minutes wore on, getting closer to the time Kaldur'ahm was supposed to appear. He ended up in a common area, sitting on a sofa, reading a bit of literature he'd taken from the disused room still set aside for Koriand'r, when it finally came.
Except, instead of Kaldur'ahm's presence, a message pinged his communicator. Looking down at it, Ryand'r's chest tightened. Seeing Aqualad had become a physical need at that point, and the text, explaining he'd be an hour or so late, made it hard to breathe. Through his haze of heartache, Ryand'r sent back a promise to be there, waiting. Then he leaned forward and put his head in his hands.