Donavan
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The eyes are the windows to the soul.
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Post by Donavan on Apr 13, 2009 9:00:03 GMT -5
*Confusion seeped into Donavan's eyes.*
"Shh..." *He soothed gently, still cautious of touching her.* "It's all right. It's all right."
*He pursed his lips and was finally unable to keep himself from touching her hair lightly.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Apr 13, 2009 9:18:27 GMT -5
Nance's thin frame shook with the force of her sobs as she tried to catch her breath.
"It's not...it's not...I--mean...look at me..." she gestured feebly to the clothes, the tub. "Look--a-at w-what I a-am."
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Apr 13, 2009 9:33:42 GMT -5
*Donavan swallowed, terribly unsure. But she needed him to be strong. At least, he thought she did. Taking a deep breath, he carefully cupped her face with one hand. Even crying, she looked better somehow. Brighter. But she was still fragile.*
"I see." *He whispered.* "I see you now." *He offered gently.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Apr 13, 2009 9:42:17 GMT -5
She shut her eyes, unable to meet his, trembling against the touch of his hand--it was so gentle, and unlike anything she knew.
"You see a beggaring, know-nothing whore," she whispered in a defeated tone. "I know...I can never be anything else."
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Apr 13, 2009 9:47:30 GMT -5
"No." *Donavan whispered gently, shaking his head a bit to concrete his feelings.*
"That's not it at all." *His lips tightened a moment as he tried to find a way to put it.*
"I see...a light. A beautiful woman that's just been stuck under..." *He tapped the tub with his other hand.* "But all that...it's not you. It's just something you got stuck with."
*The corner of his mouth lifted just a little in hope.*
"But it's not you. See?" *His brow arched softly.* "You can leave it behind. Leave that person in the tub."
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Post by Nance Sikes on Apr 13, 2009 9:57:06 GMT -5
"...how, Donovan?" she said hopelessly, her brow furrowing. "How can I leave it? It's all I know. I'm not trained to work at anything else...no respectable employer would have me for anything."
She turned her face away, curling into an even smaller ball upon the floor.
"That's how the world is," she said wearily.
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Donavan
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The eyes are the windows to the soul.
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Post by Donavan on Apr 13, 2009 10:01:36 GMT -5
*She had hard questions. And he didn't have all the answers. Donavan wanted to tell her that everything would work out, but he didn't know that. But he did feel it. He gently wrapped his arms around her.*
"Some things just take faith." *He breathed. She wouldn't accept that. He knew that. But still...*
"Just...let me take care of you until your better. Give me a chance to help. Please."
*His eyes were imploring.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Apr 13, 2009 10:05:18 GMT -5
She nodded slowly, tears still seeping beneath her lashes.
"Yes," she breathed.
What else could she do? She was still too weak to go back out to the world, she knew that. She already owed Donovan her life. What was a few more days?
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Apr 13, 2009 10:12:09 GMT -5
*He couldn't keep his smile private, though Donavan did what he could to keep it as subtle as possible.*
"All right." *He nodded, hope slipping into his words.*
"Let's get you into bed and I'll make us some food. Will that be all right?" *His eyes sought for hers.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Apr 13, 2009 10:16:49 GMT -5
"Yes. Thank you," she replied, her voice still small and lost-sounding as she slowly began to get to her feet, gritting her teeth as the ache returned to her ribs, though lesser than it had been, before.
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Apr 13, 2009 10:21:20 GMT -5
*Donavan tried to offer her support as she stood and on the way back to the bedroom. She looked so delicate and he worried for her. She had to be all right. She just had to be.*
"Here now." *He drew the sheets back for her.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Apr 13, 2009 10:32:51 GMT -5
"Thank you," said Nance, climbing into the bed, pale and worn out from crying. Donovan's shirt was too big for her, and it only made her seem smaller as she curled up against the pillow, pulling the blanket up to her shoulders as she began to shiver, feeling strangely cold when Donovan let go of her. Being clean felt nice, but so odd--somehow she felt more naked wearing men's clothes than when she'd actually had no clothes on.
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Apr 13, 2009 11:16:14 GMT -5
"Just rest a bit and I'll be back as quick as I can manage."
*Donavan's smile was soft, his eyes comforting as they took her in for a moment. Then he hurried to the kitchen to get her something to eat.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Apr 13, 2009 11:24:16 GMT -5
An answering smile, though a small one, drifted across her face as she closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep within moments.
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Apr 13, 2009 11:44:51 GMT -5
*A small one was enough to inspire Donavan and he made quick work of cutting up some ham and cheese that he'd picked up at the market. That and an apple and he hurried back to the other room, only to find her asleep. He watched her only a moment, then set the plate on the bedside table and shut the door as he left. But then he felt out of place again. At least there was work to be done and he set to cleaning the tub. Then he set to washing her clothing, constantly surprised by how much muck kept coming up from the fabric.*
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