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Tweak says, "Ni!"

Meg Bennett (dont_need_a_man) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-04-09 15:30:00

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guy of gisborne

A bit of sewing...
Who: Meg, Guy, and anyone who wants to drop by.
When: Early morning, between 7am and 9 am
Where: Apartment 109c
What: Meg is sitting on the couch sewing up the hole in her dress, Partially waiting for her roommate to show his face.
Rating: Low
Status: Complete

Meg felt bad, she felt as if she were avoiding him. All because of what Marian had told her he had done. She had been assured that he was the man she remembered. The man that been ready to give up what little he had, dignity and pride, to save her life. It wasn't right to judge him some sort of fiend just because of one indiscretion. Marian had said he wasn't himself, even if she had been scarred from the event she had been reassuring.

Essentially she hadn't really been avoiding him, she simply didn't pound on his door and announce she was there, nor did she wait up for him if he hadn't been home. Once Marian had delivered her- vacating herself after showing off the essentials- she simply bathed, dressed, and went to bed. This morning she was determined, she'd had breakfast, and now she was seated on the couch in the living-room attempting to mend the gown she'd arrived in. Taking her time doing so, so that the stitches were less than visible. She was half tempted to take it in a bit on the other side so that the gathering looked as if it were done on purpose.

She was still dressed in what she had slept in, a simple black camisole and blue and white striped cotton pants. Her hair still bore the twin braids to keep it from tangling as she slept. And every now and then she would steel glances towards the door she was sure was his.

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dont_need_a_man
2010-04-15 11:48 pm UTC (link)

She wouldn't describe how she spoke her mind eloquent in the slightest. She had always been told it was a horrible trait to be so honest, so bold and outspoken... But to hear him almost praise the trait shocked her to say the very least. She couldn't respond to it, other than stare at him rather dumbly, her mouth hanging open just a little.

She nodded as he moved towards his room, she needed to dress also, she couldn't wonder around all day in what she had slept in that was sure. Though part of her knew it was for his own peace rather than hers. "I'll see you..." She finally responded as he was rescued by his own door. After a moment she moved, taking up the glass of milk she placed it in the fridge, hoping it would keep for a little bit out of it's container. She moved into the living room and gathered up her dress, to take it back into her own room.

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