11-18-2017, 10:18 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-18-2017, 10:58 PM by Kenna.
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There weren't any obstacles for the Doc to have to tiptoe carefully around, for Margot kept her floor clear and clean (save for the reasonable sprinkle of ash and salt around the desk that made up her workspace). The caution while sitting on her bed was reasonable, though-- it was not large, and the frame used to creak questionably when she merely shifted at night until she 'fixed' it (read: applied WD-40 and re-tightened the fastenings best she could were they hadn't stripped or rusted over). He settled on the bed and Margot watched from behind fingers with chipped black polish (halloween).
They lowered when he got to 'bring Will out of his Mindscape' and then listened intently, though the aura being thrown about her like a miniature hurricane in the bedroom had her casting shadows of wariness at friendliest, predatory airs at worst.
The apology had her face flinch with emotion-- something sad, something apologetic, something uncomfortable. She paused, trying to kick her brain into finding words. Turns out she had none, so she just sat under the weight of her aching head and exhausted body and mind until a patted knee and shifting of mattress support had passed. She was not slow to follow him off the bed, though, as bare feet had found hardwood beside his shoes, and would pat quietly along after him to follow out of her room and down the stairs once more. They were halfway down the staircase when her voice finally rose between them, quiet and tired.
"I'm sorry I walked out... I'm not unaccustomed to household fighting--" she swallowed, frowning at her own uncomfortable cast into the less happy (not that she was having a particular blast now) times before her Awakening and fleeing West. "It's just that... whole thing was very hard to do, and I don't think I was me anymore." If he glanced back, he'd find her frowning distantly. She wasn't particularly certain she was 100% alone in being herself just yet still.
They lowered when he got to 'bring Will out of his Mindscape' and then listened intently, though the aura being thrown about her like a miniature hurricane in the bedroom had her casting shadows of wariness at friendliest, predatory airs at worst.
The apology had her face flinch with emotion-- something sad, something apologetic, something uncomfortable. She paused, trying to kick her brain into finding words. Turns out she had none, so she just sat under the weight of her aching head and exhausted body and mind until a patted knee and shifting of mattress support had passed. She was not slow to follow him off the bed, though, as bare feet had found hardwood beside his shoes, and would pat quietly along after him to follow out of her room and down the stairs once more. They were halfway down the staircase when her voice finally rose between them, quiet and tired.
"I'm sorry I walked out... I'm not unaccustomed to household fighting--" she swallowed, frowning at her own uncomfortable cast into the less happy (not that she was having a particular blast now) times before her Awakening and fleeing West. "It's just that... whole thing was very hard to do, and I don't think I was me anymore." If he glanced back, he'd find her frowning distantly. She wasn't particularly certain she was 100% alone in being herself just yet still.