12-05-2008, 10:38 PM
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The warmth was amazing, it had been so long since he had felt it. The small house seemed welcoming, though it shouldn't have been a surprise, everything about Poe had always seemed that way. He waited there in the door, in the quiet of the room and the warmth of the soft light from the lantern, struggling with tattered ears to pick up some kind of sound, some sign of life. What if she slept already? How long did he have like this? Certainly not long, he wouldn't be able to hold it for more than a few hours. He could watch her sleep for a while, it was enough to keep him content, and she would be none the wiser upon waking. Luckily for him, the quiet sound of movement filled his ears. It seemed far away, even though it wasn't so, and soon enough it came near. She was there in almost an instant, peering at him from around the door, and he couldn't help but to smile at her. It was only then, as he stood staring at her, that he realized he was only still in the door way. Shuffling forward carefully, he used that single arm to push the door closed, to shield the pixie like woman from the cold. "I thought you might be sleeping." He told her quietly, for lack of anything else coherent to say. There were to many things in his head, so many things that he could say that, if he tried, would probably come out in a blurb of confusion. "I wanted to see you here instead of there." He didn't expect her to understand, though there was a small bit of hope held inside him that she would. Could she mistake him for his son, even if it was his son she was seeing? |