Donna Noble'll have a salute (thenoblewoman) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-10-27 17:34:00 |
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Who: Donna Noble [Narrative]
What: Donna gets a call from home. It's a bummer.
Where: Her place, also known as Chez Crowley
When: Friday night
Status: Complete
There was a hesitant hand hovering over a ringing cell. Donna peeked at the screen and saw who was calling for the second time and let out a quiet sigh. It wasn't especially often that Donna spoke with her mother, as Sylvia Noble was fond of reminding her. And it wasn't exactly without reason. She had weekly chats with her grandfather, which was information Donna suspected he didn't tell her mother about. But then, talks with Wilfred ended a lot differently than they did with Sylvia.
Donna rested her chin on her free hand and swore quietly when the phone stopped ringing. She'd missed the call thinking about how calls from her mother often went. Pushing aside the little knot of worry she'd been feeling, Donna dialed home and after a moment, a familiar voice spoke.
"Oh screening your calls, are you?"
"Hi Mum."
"Or were you busy with your live-in boyfriend?"
"It's not like that. He's not my boyfriend."
"Oh you're not fooling anyone. And just so you know, it's tacky. You're too old for it."
The fight in Donna's voice was often gone around Sylvia Noble. As sharp as Donna could be with people around her, she went limp around her mother. Probably because Sylvia knew exactly the best way to get to Donna. "Alright," she sighed, tone quiet. "How are you?"
"I've been lovely. We had a new couple move in next door and..." In spite of her mind wanting to wander, Donna paid attention to the half hour rant about the neighborhood. Even when things changed, it seemed to stay more or less the same. There were still scandals across the street and stories to be told about the people down the block. It had a way of making Donna both extremely homesick and grateful to have moved.
"So are you doing anything this weekend?"
"What, for Halloween? No. Just going to give out treats?" A pause. "Are you?"
Donna prepared herself. Something about her mother's tone gave her the impression that the wrong answer would be frowned upon. "Nothing big. Maybe go out drinking with some friends."
"Not in costume, though? It'd look a bit silly on you."
Donna deflated a little. "Someone suggested I go out as Jessica Rabbit."
"The one with the breasts and the red dress?" Sylvia snorted. "Well you've hardly got the figure for it."
"Yeah." Donna shook her head. "It was silly." She stared down at her feet.
"Work alright?"
"Yeah. Same old." Donna spoke quickly of her coworkers, focusing on the little instances of drama to move the conversation away from herself. After another ten minutes Donna gave a quiet yawn and said, "Think I should probably go."
"Alright. Nice talking to you. So rare that I hear from my daughter at all these days."
"Night Mum."
"Good night."
The phone disconnected and Donna set it aside. After a moment of sitting quietly and staring out the window, Donna stood up and went to her bed, realizing she probably wouldn't feel better until the morning.