Pandora Montgomery (pandacharms) wrote in vrrpg, @ 2017-01-17 21:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: ewan summerby, char: pandora montgomery, location: residence, time: 2009 01 |
RP: A Glimmer of gold...
Who: Dora and Ewan
When: Evening Tuesday January 17
Where: Ewan and Dora's flat
What: Dora finds.... something.
Warnings: TBD, language probably
Dora felt much more wrung out than she felt she should have been, given the events of the day. Of course, it was moving that was the culprit, she knew. She'd spent hours the other day building some intricate wards around the place, keyed to both her and Ewan. So strange to key them to another person after so long alone.
It would have been more nerve wracking, had it not been Ewan, who she trusted implicitly.
But moving was exhausting business. She'd not done it in almost a year and even then it hadn't seemed liked this, but this was... big. She was moving in with Ewan. Things were different. And as happy as it made her, it was still very stressful and anxiety inducing.
What if she fucked it up? What if he decided he didn't want her after all? What if he figured out that the inside of her was as scarred as the outside, if not more so?
And of course she was PMS-y and bloated and that never really made one feel attractive, not that he seemed to notice a difference, which was reassuring. But then he'd always been understanding. Side benefit of being with your childhood best friend who also had four sisters aside from herself and her sister, growing up. Huge perk.
She'd skived off work early to meet with Luna, though, which had been nice. Luna always bemused her a bit; she honestly had no idea what she'd done to get the woman to like her so much, but it had been nice.
Then she'd done the shopping for Ewan from the list she'd swiped from his pocket this morning while kissing him goodbye, messaged him she'd done the shopping so he wouldn't, and gone home to put it away. At this point she was rather tired, but she'd given him an enthusiastic kiss hello -- mmm wasn't that wonderful too, she wanted more of that -- and then promised to come keep him company as soon as she put away three boxes and poked around for a couple of things.
Two boxes down -- books into the shelves -- and now she was tidying the bedroom. She remembered his message from earlier, it having slipped her mind like some things did in the short term, and went to the dresser to poke around in the top drawer. It was perfectly possible one of them had dropped her bracelet into it while packing or tidying, given she took it off around him far more often than she ever had alone. She rooted around; it was small, and with all the jostling probably slipped around into something or to the back.
Her hand hit something hard but small, and she grabbed it by reflex and drew it out, curious. It was a little jewelry box sort of thing, looking a little battered, and without thinking -- they'd never had secrets, really, nothing big, and her curiosity had always been huge -- flipped it open.
The rings sat there, winking up at her in the dim light. Her breath caught at the sight of the bright emerald and warm rose gold, looking like they'd stepped out of the dreams of her seventeen-year-old self.
She found herself sitting on the edge of their bed, just staring at it. Was it for her? Was it new? Was it old? Or had there been someone else, and this had been for them, and he'd not told her yet? She didn't think so but her paranoia was terribly adroit in whispering to her.