Donavan
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The eyes are the windows to the soul.
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Post by Donavan on Jan 20, 2009 3:49:04 GMT -5
*Donavan shied slightly, though it was less her tone and more his own worry. He swallowed carefully, his hands fidgeting.*
"I had...there was an accident." *He couldn't force his eyes to her.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 20, 2009 3:53:28 GMT -5
"And now you're a ghost?" *asked Nance with a fanciful smile.*
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Jan 20, 2009 3:59:37 GMT -5
*Donavan's laugh was sudden and nervous.*
"Oh, no. I mean..." *His brow lowered again in thought.* "I don't think I am."
*He rubbed the back of his neck.* "I just...I almost died." *He confessed in a whisper.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 20, 2009 5:55:12 GMT -5
*Nance nodded, then shrugged.*
"We've all been there. Some more recently than others," *she said ruefully, rubbing lightly at her aching torso.*
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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 Jan 20, 2009 10:15:43 GMT -5
*Donavan's gaze lifted to hers in sympathy. Maybe she could understand. Maybe they weren't so different in the end. He hazarded a small smile.*
"Well...let's just say in left quite an effect on me."
That's a bit of an understatement.
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 20, 2009 11:43:13 GMT -5
"It would affect anybody. How are you different?"
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Jan 20, 2009 11:45:42 GMT -5
*All right, so now she was asking the hard questions. The ones he really didn't want to answer. He shrugged awkwardly, dropping his eyes to his bowl.*
"I just...woke up with a different perspective, I suppose. But my work was better after that."
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 20, 2009 12:16:49 GMT -5
"Oh."
*Nance wasn't certain she understood, but it wasn't in her nature to pry. She'd seen what happened to some people who knew too much, sometimes. She continued eating her soup with good appetite.*
"They're all people. Do you never draw...I don't know, trees and the like? The country-side, and all...those things rich people like."
*The word landscape had never once crossed her mind, let alone her lips, and the idea itself even remained vague in her uneducated mind. She recalled through some fog the time she'd been brought along to help rob a grand house and the paintings she'd glimpsed on the walls in the murky half-darkness during the rushed job.*
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Jan 20, 2009 14:53:12 GMT -5
*Donavan's lashes fluttered briefly, his head tilting to one side.*
"I don't know. I suppose that I could, but...they're a lot harder. For me."
*He stirred his soup idly, wondering where his hunger had gone.*
"I just...capture life better. Or differently. Or...something." *He rubbed the back of his neck again, his hand warm from his bowl.*
"I'm sorry. I'm just not used to trying to talk about it." *Suddenly an idea came to him and he seemed to brighten.*
"But I could show you, if you're willing."
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 22, 2009 11:31:25 GMT -5
"...alright." *Nance stood up and walked over to the desk to look at the papers expectantly.*
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Jan 22, 2009 14:44:01 GMT -5
"Oh! Umm..." *Donavan stood quickly, moving to the desk in attempts to turn over the pad he had been sketching on earlier.*
"I just meant...if you'd let me sketch you, I might better explain..." *Hopefully she'd be more receptive to the idea this time.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 22, 2009 14:49:30 GMT -5
"Me? Why me?" *She sounded genuinely puzzled at the thought.* "I mean, I'm just..." *she shrugged.*
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Donavan
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Post by Donavan on Jan 22, 2009 14:53:06 GMT -5
"Just to let you see what I do." *He tried to comfort her, soothing her concern.*
"And I promise it won't take too long. If you're willing."
*Donavan wanted her to understand. And he just couldn't explain it in words.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 22, 2009 14:57:30 GMT -5
"Oh...so...should I just..."
*She gestured at the sofa.*
"Sit? Stand?"
*Then something incredible happened. Something so utterly unprecedented and foreign that Nance felt a tremor of terror as she realized just what it was that was creeping across her skin. She'd seen it happen to others. She never imagined it would happen to her.
She was blushing.
Faintly; but still.*
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Donavan
- Ingenious Pilot -
The eyes are the windows to the soul.
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Post by Donavan on Jan 27, 2009 7:12:26 GMT -5
((Eee!))
*The blush may have been faint, but it made her glow double in intensity and Donavan's smile grew in echo. Licking his lip, he turned to grab his drawing board. Then he gestured to the couch.*
"Oh, sitting is fine. I just want you to be comfortable."
*Part of him was still so surprised that she'd said yes. He hurried to gather what he needed, lest she change her mind.*
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