http://the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] badfic_manor2010-09-24 04:44 pm

Pripyat, day 12:: Elizabeth


[As the storm outside continued to worsen, Elizabeth had been glad to find that the Author had at least left warm clothing for her to wear. Luckily, there were several layers to the skirt of her dress, so that helped keep her warm. She was sat by the window of the apartment she and Ichabod were sharing, watching the snow and ice cascade down the grey skies. Very vaguely, through the sheets of white, she could see the red glow of the safehouse's sign.]
 

I wonder if everyone else is safe..


[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ichabod emerged from the kitchen and with him he had two cups of something warm. Hot chocolate. He managed to translate the directions with the dictionary to make it and the use of the stove was a bit tricky considering that he had to use the fireplace for the kettle.]

I hope so.

[His voice was soft and held concern. He handed her the cup and sat with her across to look out the window. His many layers kept his warm and the warm clothes he found in the apartment certainly wasn't unwelcome.]

This weather....lends not to travel. Thankfully I managed to prepare the deer just in time.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
You are most welcome.

[He smiled and thankful that he could do something useful for her just as she was just as grateful to help him.]

It is called, hot chocolate. The beverage was just emerging in my time and it was very expensive to obtain. Here, it seems the beverage is easily obtainable. The venison should be ready before long. It has been some time since I had any myself.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
It has been near a fortnight which is an understandable turn.

[He turns his attentions to the kitchen to check up on the meal.]

I must admit, this is not entirely bad once one becomes accustomed to the setting.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-09-24 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[He chuckles softly. He didn't like the cold that much but he was definitely more accustomed to it than most people here. Living in drafty houses and sleeping with his clothes on was something of a practical habit than one for just modest reasons.]

True though I must admit that blizzards are certainly not in my list of favorite things.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-09-25 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[He thought back to his own childhood. He sifted through so many sad memories that finding one happy memory that had to do with the snow was very difficult. He wasn't going to be Peter Pan at all. He sighed softly and looked out the window.]

I remember a time when my mother once told me that the gentle snow meant that the ice fairies had come to play and would make the flowers and trees sleep before the harsh winter breathe would come. In the spring, the ice would melt and the flowers would wake up. I thought it to be silly now but as a child, that story held a truth to it that I didn't see until much later.

My mother was my inspiration for science. Despite the silliness in the stories, there was more truth to them than any book could offer. Symbolic meaning gave way to the truth and the truth was all that was needed.

[He smiled warmly and turned his face from the window to Elizabeth.]

In a lot of ways, I am pleased that the Author decided to place us here. It has certainly been a test of intellect and I am grateful. And to you.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-09-25 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[He was snapped out of his thoughts and smiled.]

Oh, for not calling jest when I mention her. Most would think of my sentimental ways as somewhat childish. I never talked about my memories to anyone...and I must admit that it is rather lonely not to.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-09-25 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
Despite the time, the heart never truly forgets those that have made their mark.

[He smiles and takes her hand in kind. The warmth of the touch made him feel better now that he is able to discuss openly about the one he loved most as a child and carried that love over to Elizabeth. It was as if she was giving him a silent blessing that it was okay now to talk about it.]

And I do not think that she would mind in the least now that I have you...

[He blushed slightly at the words and stumbles over them as he tries to right himself verbally through the over correction.]

..in a matter of speaking as a confidant and as a- uh, I seem to have fumbled.

[He gives a sheepish smile.]

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-09-26 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[He chuckles and lowers his head.]

Still, it accounts for more than just a few instances where words can only express so much.

[identity profile] passes-out.livejournal.com 2010-09-28 12:16 am (UTC)(link)
[His face looks out the window. The bleak weather that surrounds them wasn't as harsh as the conditions that were inside the dwelling. It was better to brave their conditions here than be outside where the blood would instantly freeze. Ice was causing the window to take on a weaving pattern which made Ichabod wonder just how close they have come to death on more than one occasion and it wasn't as if he wanted to find out either.

He thought of his mother and how she would have thought of his current situation. Being a child of both a pagan and a Protestant, he chose to keep neutral and looked only to the facts.

He pulls his gaze from the window and looks at Elizabeth with a smile. Warm and true, he never lied. There was no need to do so.]