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|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Sep 27 2014, 11:32 AM|
| Elliot stood staring up at the main house for a long moment, a bag clutched in one hand. She lived here? As if he hadn't felt bumbling and inadequate before. Still, he made his way to the back door, where one would expect a delivery and knocked. A scant few minutes later and he had been redirected to the guest house, which of course was only slightly better.
Gathering his courage and reminding himself that he had a reason to be here, and that she had said she wanted to see him, he knocked on the door (hopefully not too loudly) and took a step back, running a hand through his hair in an effort to tame it.
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Sep 28 2014, 08:06 AM|
| The guest house of the Van Der Saant family was acceptable by their standards - they did not wish to insult their guests by hosting them in anything that could be considered humble - and lavish by anyone else's standards.
It had a well-manicured garden which now, in the last throes of winter, lay dormant but well-kept. The bare stalks of vine covered the front of the house and a warm, welcoming light shone out of the large windows. A healthy column of smoke rose from its chimney and when the door opened one's sense of smell might have been pleasantly tingled by the mouth-watering aroma of freshly-baked bread.
Although, the person who opened the door was not Vivien.
In the door was a tall man, well and strongly-built. His blue eyes eyes, momentarily twinkling with amusement, darkened at the sight of the young man. Arms folded, bulging, and a slight frown creased his matured face.
Dominic Kelly had expected the maid. This wasn't the maid. He stepped back and turned half-way, looking back into the room and at the door which led to the kitchen.
"Viv, you got a vis'tor," he called. He then looked back at Elliot. "Come in and shut the door behind you, kiddo. Cold's already biting at my ankles."
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Sep 28 2014, 10:53 AM|
|Elliot frowned, unable to tell what the man had said when he'd been turned away. "I'm sorry, I...do I have the right place? I've got a delivery for Ms. Laurent." He stepped past the man and entered the house on his invitation, but was still hesitant, awkward as he generally was in interactions with new people. Vivien was probably the only exception to that rule.|
|Posted by: Dominic Kelly Sep 28 2014, 11:09 AM|
|Looking away from the young man and walking to the kitchen, unaware of the slight problem that posed for Elliot, Dom said: "Yeah, yeah, you're in the right place. Follow me."|
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Sep 28 2014, 11:48 AM|
|Elliot stayed where he was when the man turned away, unsure what to do. "Sir? I'm sorry...I can't tell what you're saying unless you're facing me." It was odd how an affliction he'd had for so long could still be a source of embarrassment. His fingers tightened a bit on the parcel he held, crinkling the paper it had been wrapped in.|
|Posted by: Dominic Kelly Sep 28 2014, 12:03 PM|
| Dom turned right before entering the kitchen.
"Oh, Dom, I can't let this go right now my hands are-- Fuck!" Vivien's voice rang out, her curse being drowned out by a pretty loud crash that made Dom wince.
Y'alright? he projected, almost immediately, to her.
Yes, I managed to elbow myself out of another bowl, was her response.
"I see. Well," Dom said loudly, eyes looking into the kitchen while his face was facing Elliot. "The lady of the house is, ah, indisposed at the moment."
"Who is it?" called Vivien.
"Some kid with a parcel," he replied.
"I don't know, Viv. How about you get out here and--"
"Just send him in."
Dom, lips pursed, opened an arm wide, inviting the guest through the door.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Sep 28 2014, 08:00 PM|
| Elliot blinked, nodding after a moment. He still had no idea what the hell was going on or who this guy was, but Vivien was the only one who could really explain that to him with any brevity. Clutching the parcel in one hand, he stepped past the man and into the kitchen, spotting what looked like broken crockery on the floor before his eyes fixed on the lady herself.
"Hi. I uh...brought the candles you ordered." He managed, shifting his weight a bit uncertainly.
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Sep 29 2014, 01:45 AM|
| Vivien's face, touched by the red hot tendrils of ire burned with embarrassment at the sight of Elliot. For the longest moment, she was distraught by the thought that he might have heard her swear and then, like an ocean wave, relief kicked in as she remembered he couldn't hear. It was, to her, a small blessing then.
"Hi. I'm sorry, you caught me in the middle of all this... " she said, pulling her hands out of the dough mixture. They looked like they were covered in clay. "Would you like to put them over there?" she added, pointing to a chair in the corner.
Should I be giving you two some privacy? Dom's voice resounded in her head, making her blush even more.
"Right. Viv, I'm off. It was good seein' you." He made his way past Elliot, pecked her cheek and squeezed her shoulder, held his hand out to Elliot to shake. "Sorry for the lack of introduction, I'm Dom."
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Sep 29 2014, 12:45 PM|
| "Elliot." He smiled faintly, shaking the offered hand before moving to set the candles where Vivien had asked him to. He still felt awkward, but what had he expected? She didn't spend her days sitting in an empty room alone, after all.
"Nice to meet you." He added, almost as an afterthought.
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Sep 30 2014, 01:41 PM|
| "Likewise, curly. I'll be seeing you around."
With that, Dom winked at Vivien and said his goodbyes in the private way they both could enjoy, and then stepped into the hallway to retrieve his coat before leaving.
Vivien, in the meanwhile, had managed to clean her hands a little bit and was now gathering up the smashed bowl with remarkable briskness. Her face had not returned to a suitable shade and the unwanted redness had spread to her ears.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Sep 30 2014, 02:27 PM|
| Elliot frowned, seeing the blush. Was there something between her and this Dom guy? Belatedly he moved towards where she was cleaning up.
"Here, let me help you with that..."
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Sep 30 2014, 03:02 PM|
| Oh, you don't have to. Please. I don't want you to cut--
Then she let out a little yelp, which he most certainly did not hear, and then brought the cut finger to her lips, wincing at the pain.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Sep 30 2014, 03:28 PM|
| He didn't hear the yelp, but he saw her jump and stick her finger in her mouth.
"Damn...here, let me see..." He reached out a hand automatically, his nerves lost thanks to the urgency of the situation.
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 1 2014, 12:42 PM|
| She let him take her hand. The piece of clay had somehow managed to pierce her index finger resulting in a pretty deep cut. Looking at it, seeing the blood ooze out of it like that, as it ran from the wound down her finger and into the space between fingers, finding every edge and crevice...
Vivien suddenly felt oozy herself, her eyes rolled to the top of her skull and the world slipped awaaaaay.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 2 2014, 01:27 PM|
| Now it was Elliot's turn to be glad that Vivien wouldn't hear him swearing as he scooped an arm around her back to catch her before she could crumple to the floor. Carefully, he slid an arm behind her knees and picked her up, marveling a bit at how slight she was before depositing her in a chair and getting a rag to help soak up the blood from her finger. He'd cut himself the same way many times in his workshop, and he knew that keeping a rag held tightly to the wound until it stopped bleeding was the best course of action.
"Vivien? Viv?" He reached to tap her cheek lightly with his free hand. "Come on back now, you're fine..."
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 2 2014, 02:29 PM|
| It was a few minutes later that Vivien finally regained consciousness. Her eyes fluttered open and the horror of losing track of what happened washed over her.
"Elliot?" she whispered faintly.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 2 2014, 03:03 PM|
|"Hey...welcome back." He smiled, trying not to let himself wobble as his knees went weak with relief. He knelt beside the chair, still holding the rag to her finger. "You okay now?"|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 2 2014, 04:21 PM|
| She looked around then at her hand.
"I think so." Her blue eyes once again found his face. "I'm sorry..."
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 2 2014, 04:22 PM|
|"Why?" He grinned. "Did you plan that all as an excuse to fall into my arms?"|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 2 2014, 04:24 PM|
| Her pale cheeks seemed to pink slightly.
The smile she gave him was wary but true.
"I'm not very good with blood as you might have guessed."
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 2 2014, 04:39 PM|
|"Nothing to be ashamed of." He smiled, glad she seemed to be perking up a bit. "Here...if you can hold this cloth in place, I can make us some tea? It shouldn't be too tough to get you cleaned up and bandaged after that." He didn't want to mention that it was probably still bleeding and have her keel over again.|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 3 2014, 02:22 AM|
| She nodded, smiling a bit more. "That sounds wise."
The tea is in the top shelf. To your right. Yes, that's it.
It had occurred to her only belatedly that he would have to be moving around the kitchen to do that, so she remembered, with the same sluggishness, that it didn't mean they couldn't communicate at all.
The stove was already on, guarding the room of the frost of late winter. There was a kettle on the side - a nice, shiny black thing with an elegant handle and spout.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 3 2014, 10:32 AM|
| He smiled to himself, hearing her voice in his head and following her directions to the tea. It was...nice, hearing someone, even if it wasn't real. Sometimes he got so tired of having to watch everyone's face every minute just to know what was going on.
"So..." He turned to face her again, feeling a bit awkward now that the tea was on and his hands didn't have anything to do. "What were you up to in here before disaster struck?"
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 3 2014, 02:15 PM|
| Cupcakes. I promised the children.
Vivien rubbed her temples, trying to focus.
You didn't have to come over here. You could have sent a messenger boy.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 3 2014, 03:10 PM|
|"My messenger boy thinks all women are going to 'shank' him." Elliot commented with a shrug. "Besides, I wanted to see you." He hesitated, watching her rub her temples. "I can go, if you're busy..."|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 3 2014, 03:15 PM|
| Vivien smiled.
I'm not that kind of busy.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 3 2014, 03:59 PM|
|He smiled back, nodding. "Good." Moving to her chair again, he crouched down in front of her. "I'm going to take a look at your finger, okay? You don't have to look if it's going to make you wobbly again."|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 11 2014, 04:21 AM|
| Vivien smiled weakly again.
By all means, look away.
But she did give the wall above him the interested look of one who was keen on anything but looking down. Ever since she could remember, blood had made her queasy, nauseous even. But she'd never fainted.
How are you, anyway? And how is your sister?
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 11 2014, 10:34 AM|
|"I'm fine." He examined her finger, satisfied that the cut wasn't too deep. "My sister is mad at me, which is nothing new." He glanced up at her face. "Do you have anything clean I could use as a bandage?"|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 11 2014, 10:36 AM|
| Second cupboard on the left should have some clean bandages.
Then, looking back at him. Why is she mad at you?
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 11 2014, 11:43 AM|
|He cleared his throat, fetching the bandages and coming back to start patching up her finger. "It's nothing. Just...I think maybe she's a little jealous." He glanced up to meet her eyes with a wry smile. "She's used to being the only person in my life, really."|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 11 2014, 12:24 PM|
| She blinked a few times and then her jaw dropped.
"She's jealous of me?" she exclaimed, speaking and projecting at the same time.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 11 2014, 12:41 PM|
|He actually winced slightly, blinking, and felt his cheeks grow warm. "Well, you and Levi." Not that it probably helped, much.|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 11 2014, 12:48 PM|
| She smiled at her clasped hands, one hand holding the cloth around her finger.
I'm afraid I don't know what to say to that. I don't have any living relatives that care enough about me to not be able to share my presence with anyone else.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 11 2014, 12:52 PM|
|Some of the things that made women smile, he would never understand. "Yes, well...she's the only one, really. We've been all each other had for a long time, so I think it's hard for her to adjust to you and the kid being around."|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 11 2014, 01:35 PM|
|It's really great of you to give Levi a place to live.|
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 11 2014, 01:39 PM|
|He shrugged, never one to be comfortable with praise. "Well, you know...the kid doesn't take up much room. And now he's running around, trying to drum up more business for the shop, so it's worked out pretty well."|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 11 2014, 02:33 PM|
| He's a unique little boy.
Vivien tested her feet then pushed herself up. Her balance was fine. She still felt a little weak, but she felt confident she would be fine. So she joined him by the counter, pointing to where the bandages were.
How shall we solve this problem with your sister then?
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 11 2014, 02:35 PM|
| "I don't know...she usually gets over it eventually." He started bandaging up her finger, trying to be as gentle as possible. "Sometimes my sister can be..." There was a pause of several long moments before he thought of an adequate word.
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 11 2014, 02:56 PM|
| She giggled lightly. Then she fell silent.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 11 2014, 09:33 PM|
|"For what?" He blinked, honestly confused. "For the finger? It's nothing, really."|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 12 2014, 04:22 PM|
| She shrugged, smiling slightly. It was still a kindness and she had no intention to take it for granted.
And for... coming here. There was no delivery implied. He already said that he'd wanted to see her and the feeling was most mutual. Her bandaged hand reached for his. I'm not sure why, but I was hoping you'd stop by one day.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 12 2014, 04:55 PM|
|He ducked his head slightly, a blush creeping up his cheeks, but he smiled. "I...wanted to see you again. The candles were just a good excuse."|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 12 2014, 05:04 PM|
|It's a decent excuse, she told him as her hand squeezed his, her body drawing closer.|
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 12 2014, 06:00 PM|
|"Yeah?" He smiled, looking up to meet her eyes. "I thought so. Didn't expect you to swoon into my arms though." His eyes shifted to her lips of their own accord as she moved closer before returning to her eyes.|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 13 2014, 02:15 AM|
| She rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless.
Are you going to kiss me, or what?
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 13 2014, 11:05 AM|
|He chuckled at that, not minding the bossiness one bit. "Well, if you insist." Smiling, he leaned in to gently press his lips to hers.|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 13 2014, 04:46 PM|
| She smiled against the kiss, her hand releasing his to be joined by the other behind his neck. It was a natural gesture, completely involuntary.
Elliot probably thought she was easy now.
What else could he be thinking?
Moments like these, intimate and entirely scary, were the main reason she wished she her gift went the other way and she could hear others' thoughts. What Vivien would have given for a glimmer of reassurance then.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 13 2014, 04:52 PM|
|When he finally opened his eyes again he smiled, reaching up to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "Sometimes I wish you could hear what I'm thinking." He said softly, unconsciously echoing what had gone through her mind just a few moments before. "Except right now it's mostly just...wow."|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 13 2014, 05:00 PM|
| She blushed and turned her eyes to his chest, her smile widening. Her heart that doubled its pumping and she felt quite energised. Like she could just run around the house ten times without even needing to breathe. She didn't even dare look up.
I'm sure you get girls to tell you to kiss them daily.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 13 2014, 05:08 PM|
|He had to laugh at that, shaking his head. "I ah...can't remember the last time, actually." He reached up a hand to rub the back of his neck.|
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 16 2014, 12:34 PM|
| She laughed, which was probably not as lovely an experience for him as it would have been for other less deaf people. It was a silent festival of teeth and face wrinkles.
There was suddenly a high-pitched whistle as the water turned to boil. She turned around and pulled it off the stove.
What tea would you like?
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 16 2014, 02:33 PM|
| Elliot thought she was beautiful when she laughed, and for a fleeting moment he wished he could hear the sound. He wasn't sure what caught her attention when she rose until he realized she was going for the kettle.
"Um...whatever you're having is fine." He came to his feet to wander about the kitchen a bit, then spotted the broken bits of pottery and crouched to finish cleaning them up.
|Posted by: Vivien C. Laurent Oct 23 2014, 04:01 PM|
| She turned to see what he was doing and winced.
Oh, please don't do that. I'll take care of it later.
|Posted by: Elliot O'Shea Oct 23 2014, 04:19 PM|
|"It's not a problem." He straightened, moving to dump a pile of shards into the garbage before turning to smile at her. "I know what it's like...being clumsy sometimes."|