c a r y s (llewellyns) wrote in valesco,
@ 2014-03-31 22:14:00

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Savannah!
For a pair of women who liked to eat the way that she and Savannah did, they were pretty damn good at working out. Carys did her best to not miss a run with her best friend, and as they made it around the corner to Savannah's flat, she was glad she'd made it out this bright and early morning. James had been extremely fussy, and Drake was--well, he was no where to be found lately. It was a good thing her mother was sure that Carys was raising the child to be a heathen and would take him upon a moment's notice to give him as much of a proper upbringing as she could...

"I win," Carys let out as she crossed the front steps of the apartment building. She trotted a few paces past it before coming to a full halt, and turned with her hands on her hips to catch her breath. She hadn't realized the final sprint she'd automatically gone in, but, well, that was just her natural instinct to win, she supposed. Carys winced at the stitch in her side, but that would disappear after a bit.

It was almost like she was in pre-pre-season training, but at least now she got to bullshit with her best friend after her run instead of heading to the gym to lift weights for two hours. Carys pulled out her ponytail, still red in the face. Now that she wasn't moving at her top speed, her hunger was able to catch up and kick in. "Tell me you've got food ready, I'm starved."

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jot_it_down
2014-04-01 12:46 am UTC (link)

Savannah groaned dramatically as she practically skidded to a halt, only a few paces behind Carys. “Must you-… make everything-… a competition…?” she said between heaved breaths. She went running every morning, but she was equally as competitive as her best friend, which meant she didn’t like losing. When she saw the shorter woman take off into a sprint, she had done the same, but had trouble admitting defeat. She already knew the answer to her own question, straightening up from her position of being hunched over with her hands on her thighs, getting into a normal breathing rhythm as her heart beat returned to normal.

“You have to admit, for not being a professional athlete, I keep up pretty well,” she said with a waggle of her brows, pretty damn proud of herself despite having lost in their mad dash for her front door. “And don’t give me that crap about my legs being longer than yours and having an advantage,” she warned with a point of her finger, taking the steps two at a time in order to get to the door, unlocking it to let them both inside.

Carys’ question caused Savannah to look at her over her shoulder. “Do I have the food ready? Do you realize who you’re talking to?” She asked incredulously, giving her a smirk. It was warm inside, and she removed her sweatshirt, tossing it onto the couch before going into the kitchen to grab the two breakfast plates she charmed earlier to stay hot and protected. She served some egg whites with pancakes and turkey bacon, pulling the maple syrup out of the cabinet. “I'm so hungry I think my stomach is actually eating itself,” she commented as she filled two glasses with water, placing one in front of Carys before unceremoniously dropping down into her own chair.

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llewellyns
2014-04-01 01:18 am UTC (link)

As they were not the most delicate of ladies, it was easy for the two to stuff their faces without much conversation. One of the number one rules of working out was to get some protein in you after a vigorous workout, so why waste the time with some nonsense jabbering? Though you could only chew on bacon in a thoughtful manner for so long without actually saying your musings out loud. She'd been staring at the Falcons jersey laid lazily over the back of Savannah's couch, and a thought popped into her head and out of her mouth.

"So, are you and Wadcock going on a real holiday now?" Carys asked, gnawing on the strip. "Only got a month left until pre-season."

Merlin, even though there had been some time between the end of the season and the World Cup, it all felt like it had gone by in a blink. Carys wasn't too upset by this fast moving time as she had no desire to be home most days, but it was exhausting to think that she'd be back on the pitch soon enough. Every day. For long, long hours---for a season that might not result in a cup. It felt like a miserable cycle, sometimes, and while playing quidditch had never in her life felt like a chore, it had taken on that edge within the past season.

Carys twirled the last bit of the bacon in her fingers, not willing to finish it off, "Somewhere with a beach so you can have lots of sex on it."

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