Ashan 20th, 721
erdita had a plan. That plan was simple - she was going to hide. Of course, that was more or less impossible since they lived in the same house. She'd held tightly on to his hand as they walked home, only letting go as he opened the door. She watched him, watched his hand as it turned the key in the lock.
In the carriage ride there, she had told him that she wanted them to be together. Except, of course, now she was facing the reality of that and Perdita wanted to hide. Except she wasn't going to hide because she meant it when she said it. She wanted to be with him, she knew that; what she didn't know was quite how to deal with this or what to say. Add in to that the simple fact that her parents had just offered them a very large sum of money in order for them to set themselves up in their skills.
Perdita sighed slightly, as she took her coat off after they'd got in the door and then she turned to look at him. "It's a lot," she said. Perdita's brown eyes lifted to look at him and she smiled, blushed, and turned her eyes away to avoided his gaze all at once. There was so much to say, but she didn't really know what any of it was. Turning, she walked into the living room and sat down. Then, she moved from the sofa to the armchair. But it wasn't comfortable there and so she stood again, then went into the kitchen.
Where she sat at the table.
Sitting, she put her hand out on to the wooden table, her hand moved to trace the grain of the wood. "I like it here," she said. He was there, in the doorway she knew. Leaning against the door frame and looking at her like her head might drop off at any moment. She didn't look at him, yet. "In the kitchen." After a few moments of her fingers tracing the grain of the wood, Perdita frowned. "I like this table," she said. Her voice was shaky, she knew, but that was because she was so very full of emotions. "It's ours." Lifting her gaze from the table to look at him and she smiled, her cheeks flushing.
What was 'ours', she wondered. What did it mean? Who were they as a partnership and how did it change? What, come to that, was together all about in the first place? "I don't understand," she said. It was an all-encompassing statement but it was also very - very - true. She didn't understand his childhood, his experiences, his life. Equally, she knew, he didn't understand hers. But, as she'd learned that night, her formative arcs had been incredibly easy in comparison to his.
She didn't understand. There was no doubt about it as far as Perdita was concerned. Not only did she not understand, but there were many and multiple things she had no comprehension of and almost all of them had the word 'Eli' in the sentence describing them. There were a hundred thoughts in her head and a million emotions in her heart. But Perdita defaulted to her usual baseline, in many ways. She asked him the simple question. "What shall we do?"
In the carriage ride there, she had told him that she wanted them to be together. Except, of course, now she was facing the reality of that and Perdita wanted to hide. Except she wasn't going to hide because she meant it when she said it. She wanted to be with him, she knew that; what she didn't know was quite how to deal with this or what to say. Add in to that the simple fact that her parents had just offered them a very large sum of money in order for them to set themselves up in their skills.
Perdita sighed slightly, as she took her coat off after they'd got in the door and then she turned to look at him. "It's a lot," she said. Perdita's brown eyes lifted to look at him and she smiled, blushed, and turned her eyes away to avoided his gaze all at once. There was so much to say, but she didn't really know what any of it was. Turning, she walked into the living room and sat down. Then, she moved from the sofa to the armchair. But it wasn't comfortable there and so she stood again, then went into the kitchen.
Where she sat at the table.
Sitting, she put her hand out on to the wooden table, her hand moved to trace the grain of the wood. "I like it here," she said. He was there, in the doorway she knew. Leaning against the door frame and looking at her like her head might drop off at any moment. She didn't look at him, yet. "In the kitchen." After a few moments of her fingers tracing the grain of the wood, Perdita frowned. "I like this table," she said. Her voice was shaky, she knew, but that was because she was so very full of emotions. "It's ours." Lifting her gaze from the table to look at him and she smiled, her cheeks flushing.
What was 'ours', she wondered. What did it mean? Who were they as a partnership and how did it change? What, come to that, was together all about in the first place? "I don't understand," she said. It was an all-encompassing statement but it was also very - very - true. She didn't understand his childhood, his experiences, his life. Equally, she knew, he didn't understand hers. But, as she'd learned that night, her formative arcs had been incredibly easy in comparison to his.
She didn't understand. There was no doubt about it as far as Perdita was concerned. Not only did she not understand, but there were many and multiple things she had no comprehension of and almost all of them had the word 'Eli' in the sentence describing them. There were a hundred thoughts in her head and a million emotions in her heart. But Perdita defaulted to her usual baseline, in many ways. She asked him the simple question. "What shall we do?"