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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 11:56:45 GMT -8
"Hm?" she glanced over at him. "Yeah?"
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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 12:02:37 GMT -8
He could do this, he really could. He withdrew the carving he'd spent weeks on as he rose, taking a step over to offer it to her. "I...made this as a sort of a welcome home gift for you." Alright, not really, he'd been working on it long before she'd ended up in the hospital.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 12:06:00 GMT -8
Her eyes widened and she blinked at the carving, up to him, and back down to the carving, shock written across her features. Slowly, she reached forward, picking the carving up and considering it. A snowflake--she knew how much time that must have taken to carve out, of course she did--with a musical note. Swallowing again, she took a breath, smoothing any pain out of her features.
"I... thank you," she said, when she trusted her voice a few moments later. "It's gorgeous."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 12:10:58 GMT -8
He offered her a gentle smile at that, "I'm glad y' like it." He'd poured a lot into that particular carving, pieces of himself he wasn't entirely sure he wanted to put in, but the almost lace-like quality of the end result was something he was still certain fit her in his eyes.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 12:13:35 GMT -8
"I..." she swallowed again and nodded. "I do, I really do like it." She glanced around, still turning it carefully in her paws before moving over to set it on the top edge of the piano.
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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 12:14:48 GMT -8
Jerrie watched her quietly, something was off, but he was pretty sure it wasn't his place to push for what it was. "Y' alright?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 12:18:21 GMT -8
"It..." she started, staring at the carving rather than him, trying to figure out not only what she was actually willing to say, but also how to even go about saying it. "During the war, in Europe, so many people died. There was this artist I knew and I guess..." she shrugged slightly. "I guess you remind me of him."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 12:21:17 GMT -8
Jerrie's ears flickered at that as he processed her words. "I...I see." How was one even supposed to respond to that? "I'm sorry y' lost him."
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 16:47:38 GMT -8
She sighed softly, turning back to him. "It's hardly your fault, clearly. It's just, I guess it's strange sometimes, to think about. And deal with. And everything like that."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 16:51:07 GMT -8
He nodded slightly, "Still." He ran a paw over the back of his neck.
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 17:04:36 GMT -8
For a moment she chewed on her lower lip, considering the benefits of being more honest. It almost seemed she might as well, and it was a little thing comparatively, but she really hated to admit anything really. "He was my fiancée."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 17:08:26 GMT -8
Jerrie's ears flickered at that. So he reminded her of her dead artistic fiancé. That was not exactly what he'd expected to hear today. So where did that put him? Not that he'd voice that question, but really. "Oh...I-I'm sorry." Damnit, he was saying it again, somehow it didn't seem to even touch on what he should be saying but what was it he even should voice?
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 17:21:25 GMT -8
Her own ears flickered back and she regretted the fact she'd taken her hat off already. It as yet another shield to hide her emotions behind after all and she needed that. "I just... it..."
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Post by Meadowlark on May 12, 2011 17:24:07 GMT -8
The torbie took a deep breath, "What was he like?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on May 12, 2011 18:36:55 GMT -8
"He..." she paused. "Was a sculptor. Very idealist. He liked the beach a lot, and loved Italy, especially in the summer." For a moment she smiled faintly and then shook her head. "But that all was a long time ago."
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