◌ 021 ◌ Spare me the thought

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[After just over a week - has it really been that long? - of feeling like this, Fuu is fully exhausted. Yet she couldn't help but go out every day to sit and stare at the theatre, the pub, and the space between them.

Today she spontaneously decided to make a delivery - Mister Braxiatel will find a neatly wrapped package on his doorstep, containing a small variety of pastries from the tea house and a box of English breakfast tea.
Well, perhaps it was not too spontaneous. She'd been thinking about the past a lot, and he was a large part of the particular incident she was mulling over.]


[Biking away from West Luministi Greens on her way to sit across from the theatre and pub again, she suddenly starts peddling at a break-neck speed towards that place-- and stares at it for a long moment.

Trembling, she slumps to the ground and curls up into a ball, face buried in her knees and hands pressed to her ears.]


[[ooc: She'll stay like that for about 15 minutes before pulling herself together enough to get home. (Unless of course someone comes across her like this, or she nearly ran you over with her bike and you've come after her!)]]

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[desertdaggers]

[He looks up out of his book, marking his place with one finger.] Mm, I don't think whoever delivered these cards would have been something else- ah, did you get one? I assumed… [and he reaches into a pocket for his own]

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Yes, I did...

[She looks at him a touch suspiciously, but her own hand goes towards her purse where her card is. However she doesn't take it out.]

Wait. Before you show me. Do you think you can trust me, no matter what anyone else says?

[desertdaggers]

[He's surprised, and looks taken aback for a moment.] Why wouldn't I? You're a sincere person, Fuu- it's difficult to imagine you otherwise.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[Disarmed by his honesty, she can hardly bring herself to say anything in reply. After a moment she smiles faintly.]

Thank you, Hawk. [She then brings out her card (http://i158.photobucket.com/albums/t114/vampwrite/Luministi%20Stuff/Week3plotcard-A-typeoption.png) to pass to him with both hands.]

[desertdaggers]

[He smiles in response, then takes the card, and frowns at it.] It looks like what Mu told me he saw on mine… [He takes his own out and shows it to Fuu.] 'Do not trust this person'- is that what you see?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

That's right.

[She sighs, then grins a little. The paranoid edginess has not left her, but she still finds the humour in the situation.]

So, if we defy the cards, we will certainly make the best team!

[desertdaggers]

Hahaha! Mm, that's what I was thinking! [He moves to put an arm around her shoulders.]

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[At his touch she flinches and instinctively takes a step away. At once she bows her head apologetically, but doesn't return closer.]

I'm sorry. I- I'm sure you mean well.

[desertdaggers]

[He lets his arm drop and nods.] Alright. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

No- no, I know you didn't- [Sighing, she turns away slightly.]
You... know how I usually am. It seems that... something has been wrong with me. Very wrong. But it's not stopping.

Perhaps- I should just go home and rest.

[desertdaggers]

Mm. Maybe connected with the cards- but I can't say that that seems all that helpful.

That might be the best idea. Would you like company on the way?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[She starts to shake her head, but then frowns determinedly.]

Yes, please. Thank you, Hawk.

[She blushes as her anxiety jumps again, but sticks with her decision. Maybe, in some small way, she can fight whatever is happening to her. Slowly she extends her hand to him, a tentative invitation for them to walk hand-in-hand.]

[desertdaggers]

Always glad to help!

[He takes her hand, squeezing gently for a moment, and leads the way out of the library.]

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[And now the blush is going to be a permanent feature until they get to her home. She's so not used to holding a boy's hand-
Rather than babbling nervously like she might usually in such a situation, she's quiet as they walk.]

[desertdaggers]

[Conversation might help distract them from any anxiety, though. A smile comes easily though.] What would you say to perhaps doing some cooking again?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[She smiles at the memory and nods.]

I would really enjoy that. What kind of food would you like to make?

[desertdaggers]

I was thinking perhaps some kind of stew. What do you think?

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

Stew?
Ah, you know, I don't know that I've had that before! Although curry is kind of similar, I think?

[desertdaggers]

Mm, I'm pretty sure it's the levels of spice involved that make the difference.

[closing]

[wind-of-reason.livejournal.com]

[And so they chat as Hawk sees her safely home! (Very amiable for two 'A' cards~) They will certainly make arrangements to do cooking together, when other things are not so pressing ^.~]