|
|
Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 16:45:25 GMT -5
That Debutante Ball turned out to be both a blessing and a curse. She'd dressed up and had fun and had too much wine. Which is why she'd inexplicably told Skittery that she loved him.
So, to prove to herself she wasn't a pathetic liar, she was determined to make her brownies. The right way.
It wasn't working out so well. Her first batch was far too dry, and now she was trying to coax the batter in her mixing bowl not to be so lumpy.
|
|
Goblin
Full Member
Never make a promise or plan, take a little love where you can.
Posts: 1,122
|
Post by Goblin on Dec 4, 2011 16:52:18 GMT -5
Goblin wasn't sure exactly what Cav had done with Skittery--and could only hope it didn't involve the bottom of the East River--but when he walked in the door of the lodging house, counting on finding Script alone, a delicious smell wafted out of the kitchen. The déjà vu, and the feelings that accompanied it, were so intense that he almost turned around and walked out again. Instead, he took a deep breath and walked to the kitchen door, opening it and wavering in the doorway.
"Hey, Maggie."
|
|
|
|
Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 16:54:36 GMT -5
She froze, her back to the door. Just hearing his voice made her heart clench. She'd always loved his voice.
She shook the thought out of her head, swallowing, then glanced at him over her shoulder. "Sebastian..."
|
|
Goblin
Full Member
Never make a promise or plan, take a little love where you can.
Posts: 1,122
|
Post by Goblin on Dec 4, 2011 16:58:22 GMT -5
He let out the breath he was holding and shifted awkwardly. He knew he should just come right out and say it, not prolong things like this was some kind of social call, but asking Maggie, of all people, for a favor was easier said than done. So what came out instead was, "Whatcha making?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 17:00:51 GMT -5
She licked her lips, eyes on him. He looked pale and tired. She was struck with the urge to hold him, so she turned back to her bowl, her hand shaking as she held the spoon. "Brownies. Or, trying to, anyway."
|
|
Goblin
Full Member
Never make a promise or plan, take a little love where you can.
Posts: 1,122
|
Post by Goblin on Dec 4, 2011 17:03:14 GMT -5
He raised an eyebrow, watching her from the doorway. "Since when do you have to try?"
Strange how, even after all this time and all that happened, it was almost instinct to walk through the door, wrap his arms around her, press his lips to her neck while she stirred the batter. He had to consciously hold himself back.
|
|
|
|
Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 17:07:07 GMT -5
She stiffened, swallowing, overcome with the urge to cry, but she held back. "Since you."
She glanced at him again, lip trembling.
|
|
Goblin
Full Member
Never make a promise or plan, take a little love where you can.
Posts: 1,122
|
Post by Goblin on Dec 4, 2011 17:12:27 GMT -5
He winced. His determination to talk to her was already fragile enough, and that had pretty much shattered it. "I should go," he said, backing out of the doorway. "Good luck with your brownies."
|
|
|
|
Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 17:15:26 GMT -5
She sighed, hand pushing her hair out of her face. She knew he'd come for a reason. She knew him.
"Sebastian, stop. What is it? Why are you here?"
|
|
Goblin
Full Member
Never make a promise or plan, take a little love where you can.
Posts: 1,122
|
Post by Goblin on Dec 4, 2011 17:20:37 GMT -5
He stopped in his tracks and looked at the floor while he told her. "To see if you're still planning to testify against the Refuge."
((I'm gonna go take a nap. Long weekend! Be back later!))
|
|
|
|
Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 17:23:02 GMT -5
She took a breath, then moved to sit at the table. "I need to testify." She knew she'd have to. She hadn't wanted to think about it.
|
|
Goblin
Full Member
Never make a promise or plan, take a little love where you can.
Posts: 1,122
|
Post by Goblin on Dec 4, 2011 19:23:58 GMT -5
He finally managed to cross the threshold, although he didn't sit down--just dropped a pile of papers on the table. "These should help," he said quietly. "They're records of the missing girls. If you need to say how you got them...well, you can talk to Risk about that." Despite them not exactly being friends at the moment, he was pretty sure Risk would still be willing to offer police assistance in this case.
He hesitated, eyeing her worriedly. "You should get someone to come to the courthouse with you. Your dad or Skittery or someone." He'd almost asked if she wanted him to be there, then realized he was probably the last person in the world she wanted.
|
|
|
|
Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 19:27:05 GMT -5
She lifted her eyes up at him, meeting his gaze, and for a second she got lost in them before she was finally able to speak. "When is this gonna be over, Sebastian? When can we just let go of this and relax and be normal?"
|
|
Goblin
Full Member
Never make a promise or plan, take a little love where you can.
Posts: 1,122
|
Post by Goblin on Dec 4, 2011 20:10:05 GMT -5
"After you testify," he told her firmly, "and they shut the damn place down. Then it'll be over, and everything'll be normal. I promise." For you, he added silently. It was too late for him to have anything normal, and he'd known that for a long time.
|
|
|
|
Post by Script on Dec 4, 2011 20:12:17 GMT -5
She let out a breath, looking at him sadly. "Sebastian, I'm worried about you. He was close enough to her, so she reached out for his hand, holding it before she thought to stop herself.
|
|
