Over the river, and through the woods...

[adamdouglasjr]

The Trans-Am sped casually down the long straight road, the black-top weather worn and chipped. Corn fields to both sides, and the easy cloud spotted blue sky. Steve Miller Band blared on the radio, drowning out the melodious accompanyment of Laramie's howling song. Adam smirked, looking over at his lady in the passenger seat.

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[icy_bitch]

Sitting primly in the passenger seat, shades over her eyes, the hat pulled down lover over her face, keeping her hair pinned in place.

The scenery was... green. And short. No sky scrapers. No city. She'd seen the country before but... Not in a close up, gonna be staying here, could end up here forever sort of way.

Offering a small smile, trying hard to keep her nerves to a minimum, reaching over and putting her hand over his.

[adamdouglasjr]

He held her hand closely, kissing a knuckle. His eyes seemed dark, tired circles again playing around his eyes. Hours. He'd been driving for hours, stopping only a few times to pull over and pee or let Laramie or Emma do what they needed. The song changed. Travis Trit.

"You'll be fine, baby. Remember. This is t' get both of us away from a stressful life full of magic and crazed Sages..."

[icy_bitch]

"BUt I understand magic and crazed Sages,' she murmurs, turning her head to stare out the windshield.

Yet her fingers don't release his, a tight, near strangling hold on his digits. Sighing, slumping down further in her seat, lightly singing along under her breath.

[adamdouglasjr]

He felt somewhat sorry for bringing her out of her own element of glitz and glam or manufactured life. He wanted to show her the realness of his world. Of his life. Tried. Tired. Sighing softly, he returned eyes to the road, letting Laramie curl up on Emma's lap.

Hours. Two to be exact. A tiny spec of a house in the distance. Closer. They were there. Pulling into the gravel drive way, Adam's face lit up. The very scene of simple country life. White picket fence, chickens in the front yard, a pasture out back, horses and cows, a barn farther back. The tiny two story cottage nest to the massive cornfield.

A small elderly lady waved from her rocking chair on the porch.

Nana.