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


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[identity profile] the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com 2010-09-26 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[She gives a light chuckle]

It's fine, I know what you meant

[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] the-tudour-rose.livejournal.com 2010-09-27 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[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]

[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.]
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