Pripyat, day 12:: Elizabeth

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[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..

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[Putting her cup of hot chocolate back down, she rests her chin on her hand, watching the snow]

I always loved the snow as a child. It was only ever something that came once a year, so my sister and I would always wait for Christmas in anticipation for both the court masques, and the inevitable change of weather

[She smiles vaguely at a particular memory]

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[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.

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[Elizabeth listened to Ichabod's story with interest and a sort of fondness - she'd only heard stories about his mother, and yet she felt as if she knew her. It truly saddened her that she'd never have the chance to meet her.

At his last comment, she looks at him curiously]

Grateful to me? What for?

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

[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.

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[Her expression falls slightly]

I find it cruel that anyone would call jest over the reminiscence of a loved one..and I wouldn't call it childish - you're merely keeping the memory of her alive, nothing more and nothing less

[She takes his hand, as if to drive her next point home]

And I'd be honoured to listen to any stories about her you wish to share, anytime

[passes-out.livejournal.com]

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.]

[the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com]

[She gives a light chuckle]

It's fine, I know what you meant

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[He chuckles and lowers his head.]

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

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[She smiles, and takes another sip of her hot chocolate. She wonders what her Mother would have made of the man sat across from her. She hadn't known Anne very well, since she had been executed when Elizabeth was only 2 or 3, but she imagined (and hoped) that she would have approved. Although her father was still aive (In the Manor atleast), Elizabeth held his opinion of her choices lower than she probably should have]

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[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.]