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- Jefferson Soul - 03-10-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... etable.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> geneva. <3 The past few weeks had been unsurprisingly overwhelming for the Patriarch. He had barely made time for himself at all; each time he tried to hide away in the ranch like he had done for months on end, he was interrupted in one way or another. DaVinci stopped by rather often with whatever concerns or questions he had to discuss, not to mention pack members had learned that he could be easily cornered there for whatever they wanted. In addition, Addison had found refuge there in the ranch house with him under his watchful eye and care, and there was always something she needed, he realized. Whether the pup was hungry, sick, or simply wanting some other type of miscellaneous attention, she always ran to the one-eyed brute and demanded something from him. With the pack slowly beginning to grow again, more and more was being demanded of him day by day, though he'd already grown used to that. But with the recent loss of Iskata, he still found himself stiff and cold to most, hardly wanting to deal with anyone at all.
- Geneva Stockholm - 03-10-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... ump/12.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Geneva's ears lay flat against her head as she moved swiftly in her Optime form. Lime green eyes blinked rain out of her face as she hunched into herself. It had been foolish of her to venture out in midday, when clouds had crowded the sky. But the gray wolfess had felt the need to visit Savina. The dark furred fey had been in her thoughts a lot lately. She had felt a yearning in her heart that day, a spot of warmth on an otherwise cold day as she thought of her friend. It hadn't been very long since she had seen her, but it felt like lifetimes anyway. She missed the way the light flashed in her emerald green eyes when she spoke of her future, how her words would speed up as her excitement sparked. Little miracles were all around, if only Geneva could take a step back and take the chance to enjoy them. She was looking forward to meeting Savina and Kansas' children. She loved children so much. And she hoped that Savina's pregnancy would work out, unlike her own. She still felt the slightest ache if she dwelled too long on thoughts like that. Haven and Mati had helped to fill a void she didn't know she had in Crimson Dreams. In Phoenix Valley, she had begun to feel that hole in her heart again. But the world had changed once more when she had laid eyes on Addison. After the initial shock and terror of walking the tight rope of a path at the Quarry, she had finally felt her heart turn at the sight of the girl. And it seemed that the one-eyed Patriarch had taken the girl as her own. She had to hide a smile despite her dissatisfaction with the rain. It seemed there was a way to reach him after all. Her eyes flicked to the light coming from the window of the ranch house. She picked up her pace, running to the door and opening it with a slight creak. She shook herself slightly coming fingers through her short hair, moving it out of her eyes. She entered the ranch, immediately feeling some warmth already. She unfolded her arm, looking down at the book she had been carrying with her. It was a bright purple book, slightly worn with blank lined pages. She had wanted to go find Savina and write down the names she had in mind for her pups. She was brought up short when she heard deep, even breathing. Raising her eyes, she saw Jefferson in a rocking chair. She had to blink to be sure she was seeing straight. But there he was, a vision of peace as he exhaled gently. She gazed in wonder at the man. This wasn't something she would have expected. Another side of him. Or perhaps not another side at all. Maybe this was him without the barrier he felt he needed to erect when others were around. He was unguarded now. She shook her head and stretched out on the floor a few feet from the rocking chair, sharing the warmth of the fire with the unknowing Patriarch. After looking at him for a moment more, she flipped the book open, pulled out a pen, and began to write in silence. - Jefferson Soul - 03-12-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... etable.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
The pressures of his rank and responsibilities were evident in the way he normally behaved, but the tranquility of his sleep was another story. It was as if a book had been closed, as if a candle had been put out. All the energy and vivacity of his daily life was very suddenly silenced and put at peace; fortunately, that type of rest was exactly what kept him going. It was a brief numbness to it all, a pause button on a life that was playing in constant fast forward. Jefferson was grateful for that, even though the unwanted nap was interrupting time when he could have been reading or amusing himself one way or another. He stirred awake groggily, unsure of how long he'd been passed out. Head still tipped back, the cyclops listed quietly to the tapping of rain on the roof, eye wearily staring skyward as he breezed through the variation of quiet, sleepy thoughts in his head. His ears flicked forward at the sound of a page turning and Jefferson tilted his head forward just slightly, eye gazing down at the grayscale-hued wolfess as she lay across the floor before him.
- Geneva Stockholm - 03-12-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... ump/12.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Geneva's lime green eyes flicked upward when she heard a change in Jefferson's breathing. The sound of his deep, even breath was a constant sound, coupled with the rain. It served to relax her, helped to make her feel at peace. And honestly, she hadn't felt even a measure of this sort of peace since she left Crimson Dreams behind her. It was a sort of relief, and a deep breath of relief fanned across the page of her journal. She returned her eyes to her writing before he looked down at her. She didn't want to be caught looking at him, didn't really want to be the culprit for breaking his peace. She made a lazy loop with her pen, waiting for him to talk to her if he chose to. Geneva continued to scrawl her thoughts with little care, her script becoming larger and less uniform as she reflected on different things now. She didn't have long to wait. She heard the rocking chair creaking slightly as he moved. She could tell by the change in his breathing that he wasn't completely awake. Then she heard his voice, and kept her head down to hide her smile. "I know," she said, flipping another page to a new, clean one. Then she set her pen down, resting her elbows on the floor so she could look up at him and rest her chin on a hand. "You have a gift for stating the obvious, Jefferson," she said gently, teasing, figuring if she could get away with something like this, now would be the time. - Jefferson Soul - 03-16-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... etable.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Her response was hardly a surprise; no explanation for being there or doing what she was doing, just a simple sarcastic retort. Of course, the cyclops was still groggy and hardly able to think straight, and thus his direct reply to her comment was a stupid, groggy scowl pointed directed at her. For a brief amount of time, his worries and frustrations had been put to rest while he'd dozed off. Such thoughts were still dismissed from his mind in the process of waking up, though the sight of her delighted him nonetheless. Her presence somehow made him a little happier; he could not explain why, nor did he ever expect it as such.
- Geneva Stockholm - 03-16-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... ump/12.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Geneva had to keep herself from rolling her eyes when Jefferson shot her an all-too-familiar scowl. She was tempted to tell him that he continued to make faces like that at her, that his face would freeze that way. She wondered if he had ever heard someone tell him that before. She remembered her father telling her something similar, except she had pulled silly, light-hearted. She couldn't detect any animosity in the Patriarch's groggy scowl, so she just shrugged and let it go. She flicked her own gaze down to her journal, her first instinct to keep her mouth shut. Writing had been something she had picked up because silence had suited her in her youth. It had been a way for her to share her thoughts without falling prey to disinterest or critique. No longer a child, she didn't hold those fears quite as close to her chest. Still, it felt strange to think of sharing the words that filled these pages. The gray wolfess realized that this was perhaps the first time, outside of the day she had joined Phoenix Valley, that Jefferson had asked her anything besides what she wanted of him. She looked back up at Jefferson, "An overview of thoughts and events," she said lightly. Her eyes strayed to the book in his possession. "Do you read?" - Jefferson Soul - 03-18-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... etable.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
Jefferson anticipated a level of privacy that accompanied her writing. He guessed it was some sort of journal--she didn't exactly strike him as the novelist type, if there was one such still--and while the concept of a personal diary was somewhat foreign and understood to the one-eyed man whose thoughts were perfectly discontent revolving around in his head at all times, he chose not to give her trouble for it. Even if he had, surely she would have retorted with something just as witty or frustrating. For some reason, he wouldn't have been surprised if she'd suggested he begin using some sort of journal himself, considering the thousand plagues in his mind, but she didn't know him well enough to remember that he could barely even read.
- Geneva Stockholm - 03-22-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... ump/12.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Geneva listened intently as Jefferson spoke, surprised by how candid the Patriarch was being. This mood was definitely a rarity. Perhaps he was a "morning person," waking up refreshed with a brand new outlook on life. Or perhaps, and more likely, she had caught him between waking and dreaming, before he had the time to piece his armor together too tightly. She knew that for some reason or another, she had a way of getting to him. But she found that she preferred this interaction, not because it was easier, but because it didn't seem to upset Jefferson so much. She blinked once, her only out of step reaction when Jefferson mentioned his life before now. She wanted to stop him in his tracks, and ask him to go back to that topic and elaborate. She wanted him to ask a million things, but held her tongue curled against the roof of her mouth to keep from interrupting him. He was volunteering information, and about himself no less, with very little prompting. She wondered if ice cream was being sold in hell. Geneva smiled gently when he admitted the last bit. "I can teach you, Jefferson," she said almost instantly, excited and sincere. She realized she might be coming on too strong and turned the enthusiasm down. "Only if you'd like me to." - Jefferson Soul - 03-23-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... etable.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
He wasn't exactly expecting her to offer to help right away, but she did. Immediately thereafter, his bright green eye stared at her in complete bewilderment--why in the hell would she want to help him now? Was this more of her silly little experiment, trying to get into his head and mix around the demons within as if they were part of the grimy concoction that summarized who he was? Jefferson wasn't about to agree to something like that; nobody in the world deserved to hear the burdens that weight his shoulders. Slowly but surely, he was wasting away as the sole bearer of what plagued him, willingly taking his cross on his shoulders and walking alone. No Simon could run up and help him now; no Simon wanted to help a demon.
- Geneva Stockholm - 03-26-2009 [html] http://i76.photobucket.com/albums/j40/k ... ump/12.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Geneva knew better than to expect anything but his bewilderment under even the best of circumstances, but still his rejection burned her a little. She blinked once at him and shrugged, leaning heavily on her elbows once again. She traced her fingers over the words she had taken such care to write, feeling the tips of her fingers dip into the depressions she had made with her writing. It was something that she had loved to do for ages, had found countless hours of comfort in. She thought it might be something that Jefferson might like too, a somewhat pleasant distraction. She felt a grin return to her face as she looked up into his scowling visage. She smiled sweetly, picking up her pen as she responded to his last words. "I will," she said, before turning her eyes away from him and letting the script flow across the paper. She turned slightly toward the warmth of the fire, stretching as she felt the warmth on her pelt. The sound of rain on the roof was rhythmic and she fell into a pattern of writing with the ebb and flow of the sound. After several minutes, she turned her eyes back up to the Patriarch and rested her pen on the ground again. "I'm done," she said. "Do you have any other suggestions?" she asked, winking at him. - Jefferson Soul - 04-06-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... etable.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;">
The fact that she smiled at him knowingly and turned right back to her paper so quickly had caught him a bit off guard; the one-eyed idiot straightened his back and tried to peer his single eye over her shoulder as she quietly started to write about him. Unfortunately, he couldn't read a thing, as much as he tried, as her handwriting was nowhere similar to the easily legible text of a regular book and his comprehension of even that was difficult enough. He remained silent all the while, and the second her olive eyes turned back up to him, he immediately pushed back into his seat and tried to look casual, though he hadn't gotten to read a thing.
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[/html] - Jefferson Soul - 04-15-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... etable.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> So, she'd written about him before. His gaze on her, though still drowsy and reminiscent of sleep and weariness, tightened in slight suspicion and curiosity. Jefferson beat down the immediate impulse to question her about it--he couldn't be too nosy or forward, after all--but his suspicion only rose when she very obviously took all efforts to keep from laughing at him one way or another. His scowl lengthened, darkening his face into a dumb pout and frown. To remember, to decide. Why would she want to remember him? What was there to decide?
- Geneva Stockholm - 04-19-2009 [html]
[/html] - Jefferson Soul - 04-21-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... etable.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> What she read came across as no complete surprise; Jefferson realized that much of what she'd written had already been admitted to him one way or another or the cyclops had seen and figured out in his head without the use of words. Geneva was incredibly expressive--her fear, her happiness, her anger were impossible for her to mask, at least from him. He'd become familiar with the workings of her expressions, what manufactured them, what cooed at them and what eased them away. But why had Jefferson even bothered to learn? Why was he starting to act so that he didn't affect her wrongly? When had he ever cared enough to do that?
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[/html] - Jefferson Soul - 04-27-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... table1.png); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> He could feel her searching him, waiting for some sort of valid response to her words after such nagging in the first place, but still the male said nothing more. For a moment, it was as if Jefferson had disappointed her, but why would that have been? She knew him well enough--he was caustic, an emotional hazard and easy to predict and assume. His actions were always burdened with thoughts, his mind always spinning, his mood always bitter and independent. He was a creature who just wanted to be left alone... there was never any reason for her to be disappointed in him knowing that would never change and he was making do with it.
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[/html] - Jefferson Soul - 05-10-2009 [html] http://i57.photobucket.com/albums/g210/ ... sdfdsf.png); background-position: bottom center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> It was a surprise when she responded to him with the pet name Addison had adopted. Needless to say, Jefferson was a bit of a professional: nicknames and the like were a bit too loose for him, normally, and he simply was not used to them. However, since Addison had started to refer to him so amiably, he had learned to take what came at him from the pup; she was always teaching him something new, whether it pertained to the behavior or children or even something about himself, how he reacted to things, anything. At first, it had been discouraging to know that he hadn't known everything about himself as he's once thought, but after a while, he went right along with that too. The one-eyed brute had grown unbelievably attached to the child... and he knew Geneva had seen that.
- Geneva Stockholm - 05-13-2009 Geneva masked a smile with a cough this time. He seemed to try to hide from parts of himself that he displayed in plain sight. It was like that with love, affection - whatever it was he felt toward Addison. The gray wolfess sensed that whatever emotion he wanted to call it, that it was a positive influence on the Patriarch. He was so distant most of the time. It was good that he let someone in of his own volition. Geneva could try to find the chinks in his armor, try to find a way in through his walls, but in the end she would end up going against the grain. It was good for him to let someone in without a fight. Although he still insisted on fighting the truth. Geneva hoped one day that he wouldn't struggle with it so much. That wasn't a good way to live. Clearing her throat, she regarded the one-eyed brute again. "So...everything!" she said in response to his "so what?" That phrase was something that got on her nerves for no reason. Still, her tone only held a trace of annoyance, defiance. There was still laughter there, mingled within everything else in a confusing conglomeration. She had gotten used to mixed emotions, jumbled thoughts around Jefferson. He seemed to disorganize her mind at the strangest of times, a mystery that made sense one moment that was shrouded in secrecy in the next instant. She had learned to embrace the enigma instead of bristling at it. The wolfess stretched again, feeling her limbs infused with warmth from the fire. "I'm glad we got the chance to talk," the wolfess said sincerely. This conversation had been fun for her, a treat when she got to look into the depths of this man. She got up, carrying her book and pen with her. "I'm going to go put pen to paper a bit more. I'll be down the hall if you need me." She winked at the Patriarch, hoping to get a rise out of him, before turning to walk down the hall, seeking her own bubble of solitude for the next stretch of time. |