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26.Aug.12, 02:55 AM
Sanderon watched her with surprising calm. Her voice, actions and presence did not threaten him at all. Her timidity alone drove his fear of possible harm or danger into the back of his mind. So far, this flower-bringing woman was not a threat. Sanderon was not afraid and thus was not feeling the need to show his aggression in any way.
He watched with a slightly suspicious eye though as she placed the flowers upon the table and smoothed out her skirt. His tired eyes followed her every move and examined what she did carefully. Even the flowers were looked upon with uncertainty. Who was this seemingly harmless person and why was she bringing flowers to his room? Was it an innocent act? Could it be trusted?
Frowning slightly he listened as she thanked him in return for his comment about her flowers. Giving her the benefit of the doubt for now, he simply nodded once to acknowledge her words and continued to watch what she did.
When she dumped the dying flowers out of the vase he felt a weird connection to them. They weren't completely dead yet. Why was she throwing them away? Sure they were wilted but some color remained. He felt wilted himself. He was also beginning to wonder if he was about to be thrown away too.
When she spoke about bringing beauty to places that were not the happiest, he couldn't help the small cringe that escaped his control. Did she even have a clue as to just how unhappy he really was? Did anyone really know how much his anger was just a barrier to hide his anguish? He appreciated the gesture though and nodded again. Not knowing what to say, he didn't say anything at all.
As she worked steadily on putting the flowers in the vase, he noticed that she did not just stuff them in there any which way. She was arranging them just so to bring forth their collective beauty more clearly. She seemed to care about each and every one as she gently picked it up and carefully slide it into it's assigned place. If only he could do that same thing with his life, his thoughts, his fears... Maybe he could look nice to people someday too. Shaking his head slightly at his own stupid thoughts, he frowned at himself and turned his head to look out the window again.
When he least expected it, her voice speaking again startled him. He lifted his eyes away from the ground outside his window and moved his tired gaze over to the woman again. He noticed as he did look to her again that the bouquet was complete. It looked...very nice. It calmed his heart to see them there looking so full of life and hope and beauty. Frowning mentally at his weak sentimentality, he considered the woman's words for a bit and then managed a voice that did not sound quite as weak as he felt,
"I would like that." After a moment's hesitation, he added. "I'm Sanderon."
He watched with a slightly suspicious eye though as she placed the flowers upon the table and smoothed out her skirt. His tired eyes followed her every move and examined what she did carefully. Even the flowers were looked upon with uncertainty. Who was this seemingly harmless person and why was she bringing flowers to his room? Was it an innocent act? Could it be trusted?
Frowning slightly he listened as she thanked him in return for his comment about her flowers. Giving her the benefit of the doubt for now, he simply nodded once to acknowledge her words and continued to watch what she did.
When she dumped the dying flowers out of the vase he felt a weird connection to them. They weren't completely dead yet. Why was she throwing them away? Sure they were wilted but some color remained. He felt wilted himself. He was also beginning to wonder if he was about to be thrown away too.
When she spoke about bringing beauty to places that were not the happiest, he couldn't help the small cringe that escaped his control. Did she even have a clue as to just how unhappy he really was? Did anyone really know how much his anger was just a barrier to hide his anguish? He appreciated the gesture though and nodded again. Not knowing what to say, he didn't say anything at all.
As she worked steadily on putting the flowers in the vase, he noticed that she did not just stuff them in there any which way. She was arranging them just so to bring forth their collective beauty more clearly. She seemed to care about each and every one as she gently picked it up and carefully slide it into it's assigned place. If only he could do that same thing with his life, his thoughts, his fears... Maybe he could look nice to people someday too. Shaking his head slightly at his own stupid thoughts, he frowned at himself and turned his head to look out the window again.
When he least expected it, her voice speaking again startled him. He lifted his eyes away from the ground outside his window and moved his tired gaze over to the woman again. He noticed as he did look to her again that the bouquet was complete. It looked...very nice. It calmed his heart to see them there looking so full of life and hope and beauty. Frowning mentally at his weak sentimentality, he considered the woman's words for a bit and then managed a voice that did not sound quite as weak as he felt,
"I would like that." After a moment's hesitation, he added. "I'm Sanderon."
