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Post by Nance Sikes on Jan 27, 2009 11:11:14 GMT -5
*Nance's brow furrowed slightly, if only because she was reeling with some vague confusion, now. She sat, but his smile unnerved her slightly. Her posture was rigid and unsettled--as if she were prepared to flee.*
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Post by Donavan on Feb 3, 2009 9:29:03 GMT -5
*Donavan turned back to find her so...uncomfortable. His gaze immediately softened as he wondered what he'd done wrong. He slowed, in case it had been his eagerness. Gently, he tried to reassure her with soothing words.*
"You can settle back more. It's just a sketch." *He silently prayed that he hadn't screwed this all up.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Feb 3, 2009 16:41:10 GMT -5
*Nance leaned back against the sofa's worn cushions, but her posture remained rigid. However, as the clock on the wall continued to tick into silence, and no lightning bolt of terror struck, she slowly, bit by bit, began to relax. Her tightly-clasped hands unclenched, lying loose in her lap as she sank further into the cushions, her eyes wandering the pictures on the walls, her mind helpelessly being drawn into idle daydreams.*
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Post by Donavan on Feb 3, 2009 18:08:27 GMT -5
*Donavan's worry lessened as she seemed to still and he did all he could to minimize drawing attention to what he was doing. The soft charcoal slid effortlessly over the page, whispering softly in the stillness of the room. He glanced up occasionally, making every attempt to be brief, lest he worry her.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Feb 3, 2009 20:46:11 GMT -5
*Nance scratched her neck, wincing at the movement of her arm. Inwardly, she sighed.*
One whole week, the doctor said...what will I do for a week?
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Post by Donavan on Feb 4, 2009 6:45:04 GMT -5
*Donavan wasn't disturbed by the motion, in truth he was near oblivious to her discomfort as he did what he could to work quickly. After a few more minutes, the charcoal slowed. One or two more touches and he smiled gently at the page before cautiously lifting his eyes to her.*
"Thank you. For your patience." *He offered softly.* "Would you like to see it?"
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Post by Nance Sikes on Feb 4, 2009 19:31:38 GMT -5
"That depends...is it any good?" *she said with quiet and unwonted humour.*
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Post by Donavan on Feb 5, 2009 7:43:45 GMT -5
*He pressed his lips into a wry grin. Donavan's eyes narrowing on her playfully for a moment, he leaned forward and offered her the pad.*
"Well, I guess that's up to you." *He said gently.*
*The sketch was a simple bust, a striking likeness with a soft mood. But there was something about it that seemed to make her face glow. Almost like an angel or a saint.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Feb 5, 2009 16:18:52 GMT -5
*Nance looked at it for a long while, her expression carefully blank. It was so like her...and yet nothing like her...not as she knew herself to be. Her skin went cold.*
"You...you've c-certainly flattered me."
*She found her eyes welling with tears and turned her head to hide them, ashamed and confused as they spilled down her cheeks.*
"I...I'm sorry. I don't know what...I don't...I don't know..."
*Her voice cracked and she spoke no more.*
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Post by Donavan on Feb 5, 2009 18:13:31 GMT -5
*Well that certainly wasn't what he'd been expecting. Donavan pushed up from the chair and in the same fluid motion knelt in front of her. He wanted to take her hands, but he was afraid. He didn't understand her feelings and worried that he would only make things worse. So he sat, poised and unsure.*
"I--I'm sorry." *He stammered.* "I didn't mean to upset you." *What else could he say? He only wanted her to see how beautiful she was.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Feb 5, 2009 18:49:57 GMT -5
((I...don't even know if this counts as a 'ship yet and I still kind of love their dynamic.))
*Nance inhaled sharply on a sob, trying to catch her breath, crying out in pain as her ribcage hitched. She forced herself to calm her breathing, paling suddenly at the prospect of a punctured lung as the doctor had threatened.*
"I..."
*She rubbed her hands over her face before taking a slower breath and raising her bloodshot eyes to look at Donovan.*
"...why are you doing this? Why are you being kind to me?"
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Post by Donavan on Feb 5, 2009 20:00:21 GMT -5
((It's so delicate and lovely.))
*Donavan looked panicked, not having the slightest idea what the right answer was. So he did the only thing he could do. He told the truth.*
"Because...you need it. Because you...deserve it." *He whispered as his eyes fell.*
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Post by Nance Sikes on Feb 5, 2009 20:04:13 GMT -5
"I...I may n-need it, b-but..." *she shook her head, shutting her eyes, unable to look into his anymore.*
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Post by Donavan on Feb 5, 2009 20:10:30 GMT -5
*Donavan couldn't help himself. Every bit of him cried out to comfort her. And so it was that his hand found its way to hers, resting softly on it. He did not try to take it or restrain it in any way. Just a gentle weight. A promise that she didn't have to face it alone.*
"Please." *He breathed.* "Let me help you."
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Post by Nance Sikes on Feb 5, 2009 20:40:20 GMT -5
*Nance's head remained bowed, and two hot tears fell on the back of his hand.
Then, she nodded.*
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