[ ...he had just sort of given them to her. and once she'd taken a liking for them, she had gotten them for herself, and at plenty of parties. but, no, from merlin they had been free. ]
[ and that is about where everything just cracks, because he really isn't as together as he seems (which is saying quite a bit, because when does he ever seem to have it together?). he's starting to look slightly irritated about nothing in particular, but also the fact that he's lost months of time and it's unsettling and he's starting to feel the impact. ]
[ the slight change in his disposition is noted. perhaps a few seconds after the shift, but none the less, and her brow furrows ever so slightly. is he sick? is he angry? is he...sad? is he alright? ]
[ ...no. ]
[ probably not. yet it doesn't feel quite right to try to reach out and pat him on the shoulder, or hold his hand, or hug him. so she just tilts her head ever so slightly and purses her lips; right now? ]
[ "want to come" - she assumes he is to say, and she nods keenly, even taking a few tentative steps down, away from the large house. ]
[ we can go there now. admittedly, it felt a little good to have a plan; a destination. Better than just hovering outside the patrol headquarters. olives... later. ]
[ the atmosphere borders between uncomfortable and leisurely. it's not as if she can mark what changes it from one to the other, but it's there and present and even as they near the clinic Nill has no idea what to do with it other than toy with her hands and alternate glances between her feet and his. ]
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angelofdog) wrote2011-06-22 05:12 pm
action.
Where'd you get them?
action.
[ so instead she takes to spelling out a name in the air again. ]
[ M - E - R - L - I - N ]
action.
he'll — well, he won't stalk him like badou, he'll just... remember his name. ]
Does he sell them?
action.
[ ...he had just sort of given them to her. and once she'd taken a liking for them, she had gotten them for herself, and at plenty of parties. but, no, from merlin they had been free. ]
action.
[ and that is about where everything just cracks, because he really isn't as together as he seems (which is saying quite a bit, because when does he ever seem to have it together?). he's starting to look slightly irritated about nothing in particular, but also the fact that he's lost months of time and it's unsettling and he's starting to feel the impact. ]
action.
[ ...no. ]
[ probably not. yet it doesn't feel quite right to try to reach out and pat him on the shoulder, or hold his hand, or hug him. so she just tilts her head ever so slightly and purses her lips; right now? ]
action.
[ his expression softens for nill, as well as he can make it, and he shakes his head. ]
I'm going back to the clinic. Do you..?
action.
[ we can go there now. admittedly, it felt a little good to have a plan; a destination. Better than just hovering outside the patrol headquarters. olives... later. ]
action.
[ he still knows the way; he's better at routine than face. it's not very far, either, and they draw near soon. ]
action.