Winifred Sloan (whitewitchita) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-11-15 22:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-02, isaiah, winifred |
Thought you saw me wink, no
Who: Isaiah and Winifred
When: Afternoon, after 2 p.m.
Where: Winifred's apartment at the Court
What: Cooking lessons!
Winifred didn't have much to clean yet since she hadn't lived in her apartment for more than a week, but all the same, she was wiping down the counter-tops in her small kitchen. Cleaning was soothing to her when she was nervous, and she really didn't understand why she was to this degree. Okay, so Isaiah was great as far as first impressions went, and they'd definitely had a pretty lengthy interaction a few days ago. But it didn't make sense for Winifred to be nervous. She was confident in herself, and even in the face of adversity, she stayed true to that. So then why was she acting this way?
She shrugged it off, walking through her small apartment again, giving it the tenth inspection in the last thirty minutes. Open and closed boxes were strewn about everywhere, leaving it with an empty sort of feeling. The only pieces of furniture she had was her old couch and coffee table, which had served as her dining room for as long as she'd been here. She'd have to get some furniture, soon, unless she intended to drive herself a little crazy. She didn't like having only one place for people to relax and it showed in the way she wrung her hands while staring at her living room. Well, I did just move, so maybe he'll overlook the way it looks in here.
She went to her bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. Tucking her hair behind one ear, she placed her hand around her amulet, feeling the subtle hint of the ward's magic. What would her mother think of the way her life had gone since her death? Would she be upset? Or would she understand what was going on? Winifred wanted to be able to trust and to open up to people, but she wasn't sure how to move past this. Every time she thought she was beginning to feel happy again, she'd get hit with grief, unexpectedly. Like how, conveniently enough, Winifred's eyes had flooded with tears just now, making it hard to see her reflection. Trudging out of the bathroom, she let the tears out, hoping that she'd be able to wipe them away and hide them from Isaiah.