01-07-2009, 10:29 PM
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She would have never thought that in light of everything that had come crashing down that she would have picked out the word composed to describe herself. Or maybe it was shock that had settled down over her thoughts. Or maybe she didn't care, she couldn't say. Either way, the days had bled together and she had continued doing what she did before. Reading, studying, speaking with whoever crossed her path. That was how things went usually and she was fine with that routine. She could pretend everything was just as normal as it had always been.
But his words still rang in her head.
She meandered through the mansion and revelled in the silence that had taken over in the morning. It had been unreasonably windy and every crevice, crack, and exposed opening seemed to let the cold in. It creaked, it whistled, it popped and groan. She was far used to the sounds that it made, but was thankful they were gone when the wind had abated. But what drew her down the hallway of one particular part was the smell of smoke. It wasn't just the smell of smoke, there was something else there, something saccharine in nature that she didn't dare put her finger on just yet. So that was why when she reached the heavy door of the room and shoved it open, she was surprised to find Ezekiel beached out in a chair with a pipe.
She didn't ask him what he was doing — it was far too obvious. Instead, she only leaned against the door frame and folded her arms across her chest. A frown punctuated her expression, but her eyes said it all. Maybe it shouldn't have surprised to see him lighting up surrounded by books and in a warm room, but it didn't stop her from seeming a little dismayed… and intrigued to see just what he would have to say, if anything. She hadn't seen much of him since he had come home; the same went for Talitha as well.
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She would have never thought that in light of everything that had come crashing down that she would have picked out the word composed to describe herself. Or maybe it was shock that had settled down over her thoughts. Or maybe she didn't care, she couldn't say. Either way, the days had bled together and she had continued doing what she did before. Reading, studying, speaking with whoever crossed her path. That was how things went usually and she was fine with that routine. She could pretend everything was just as normal as it had always been.
But his words still rang in her head.
She meandered through the mansion and revelled in the silence that had taken over in the morning. It had been unreasonably windy and every crevice, crack, and exposed opening seemed to let the cold in. It creaked, it whistled, it popped and groan. She was far used to the sounds that it made, but was thankful they were gone when the wind had abated. But what drew her down the hallway of one particular part was the smell of smoke. It wasn't just the smell of smoke, there was something else there, something saccharine in nature that she didn't dare put her finger on just yet. So that was why when she reached the heavy door of the room and shoved it open, she was surprised to find Ezekiel beached out in a chair with a pipe.
She didn't ask him what he was doing — it was far too obvious. Instead, she only leaned against the door frame and folded her arms across her chest. A frown punctuated her expression, but her eyes said it all. Maybe it shouldn't have surprised to see him lighting up surrounded by books and in a warm room, but it didn't stop her from seeming a little dismayed… and intrigued to see just what he would have to say, if anything. She hadn't seen much of him since he had come home; the same went for Talitha as well.