Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Jan 11, 2009 8:50:29 GMT -5
*Donavan quietly unlocked the door, opening it for her. The entire walk had been nearly silent and now he seemed a little hesitant to break the quiet between them.*
"Please..." *He breathed.* "Make yourself comfortable." *A nervous smile and hope etched his face.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 11, 2009 8:58:19 GMT -5
*Nance scurried into the flat, feeling entirely awkward but not knowing quite what to do or say. She stood in the middle of the room, lightly wringing her hands without thinking about it.*
"Thank you."
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Jan 11, 2009 9:06:35 GMT -5
*The flat was clean and rather sparse, but there was a chair and lots of papers and various drawing implements spread over a small table. Donavan pointed to a door to the right.*
"The bed is in there, if you want to lay down."
*He gestured to an open archway.*
"I'll see if I can't get you some bread and cheese while the soup is cooking. Will that be all right?"
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 11, 2009 9:08:07 GMT -5
"That's fine. It's fine," *said Nance, rubbing the back of her neck nervously, rooted to the spot.*
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Jan 11, 2009 9:10:05 GMT -5
"Um..."
*Donavan didn't want to push the issue. It was obvious that she needed some time. And he could understand that.*
"I...I'll try not to take to long." *He offered with a smile and nervously disappeared into the small kitchen area.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 11, 2009 9:21:25 GMT -5
*Nance looked about her as he disappeared, wandering towards a table and perusing the sketches laid out there, her brow furrowed.*
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Jan 11, 2009 9:27:26 GMT -5
*There were endless images of people, most very sweet looking. There was one woman's face that was repeated over and over. She had especially kind eyes. Next to the table was a basket full of tightly crumpled papers.
Donavan tried to give her some time to herself (though not so much as to ignore her) as he shuffled through his cabinets and cut up some bed and cheese. He returned to the main room, plate in one hand and a glass of water in the other.*
"Here." *He offered gently.*
"I'm sorry, I don't have any wine, but I could get you some, if you'd like. I just can't...I don't drink it normally."
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 11, 2009 10:24:17 GMT -5
*Nance took the plate and glass gratefully, nodding.*
"Er...thank you. I...I don't much drink wine, myself."
*Gin was cheaper.*
"Is...is this lady...is she someone you know?" *she asked, gesturing to the woman's face which stood out amongst the others.* "Your mother? Your sister? Your wife?"
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Jan 12, 2009 12:29:54 GMT -5
*Donavan blushed at the last word, but was quick to clarify, shuffling the images nervously.*
"My--my mother." *He blinked and shrugged, feeling more exposed than normal. It was just weird having someone...in his private space. Unsure of what to say next, he stumbled back to the previous topic.*
"Would you need some? I mean, like some? For...later?"
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 12, 2009 12:52:27 GMT -5
"No. No, thank you. I'll be fine. Thank you."
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Jan 12, 2009 14:16:17 GMT -5
*Something occurred to him, something that he'd hadn't thought on til this very moment. It was a stupid question, but still...*
"I'm sorry, but...what would you like me to call you?" *He asked sheepishly. She didn't have to use her real name if she didn't want to. All in all, it was likely that the offer of privacy might go over better.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 12, 2009 16:35:23 GMT -5
"Everyone calls me Nance," *she said plainly. If she wanted to hide, she could disappear easily enough in such a city.*
"Who are you?"
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Jan 12, 2009 18:22:44 GMT -5
*It took him a moment to process her question, still mulling over her name. Trying to recover, he blurted.*
"Donavan. That's...that's my name."
*He made a gesture to offer his hand, but was hesitant about halfway through the motion.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 13, 2009 13:11:16 GMT -5
"Donovan," *she nodded, beginning to relax slightly. His enthusiasm had unnerved her, and he seemed to have an eerie awareness about him that was unsettling and gave him a wordly air which perhaps he did not really merit. The longer she was around him, indeed, the more naive he seemed, and the innocence was comforting even as it was strange to her.*
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Jan 13, 2009 13:37:48 GMT -5
*The light in her seemed to grow a little brighter. It was nice. As long as he didn't screw things up. He prayed he be able to manage.*
"So...uh...soup then?" *He asked with a cautious smile.* "I hope vegetable is all right."
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