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r α κ ([info]flower) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2012-09-18 23:47:00


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Entry tags:octavius pepper, rose knightley

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She had decided, after a long internal debate, to come to the WWN toward the end of the work day. To avoid getting caught in the misfires of a busy schedule! That would be the best, because lunchtime was meant to be peaceful, and just randomly showing up at any time made her feel uncomfortable. It also didn’t hurt that arriving later created the illusion of seeing less people on her walk up to Octavius’ office. Not that they would be interested enough to actually notice, or even know who she was, but the potential lack of presence was less stress inducing. That was what she told herself.

After enduring a particularly extended and disgruntled stare from his assistant for as long as she could, Rose ducked her head and waited for permission to slip through the office door. When granted, she didn’t even register ‘he was not there’ and ‘would be returning shortly’ until already inside. Oh. She said something else, but Rose's deep desire to not see any other people overrode her curiosity, so she ignored it. She ignored the unprofessional tone as well.

Closing the door behind her, she felt her face immediately begin to burn. Had this been a bad idea? He had sounded angry, in his response to her--- if that was even possible to detect in writing. You couldn’t really tell sometimes, so it could all just be her reading far too much into so few words--- but it was true, she had wanted to see him, desperately so for a bit now, so-- so--- thinking about this was not calming her anxieties. It was just--- she would have to wait.

Not wanting to be intrusive, or get caught touching his things, Rose kept to herself as she waited for Octavius to return. She played with her hair out of nerves, putting it up, and then down, then up again, and then down again until--- she dropped her hands from her hair as the door opened. She felt her face begin to heat up again, and she fidgeted in her spot out of apprehension.

Shouldn't she say something? For someone who had wanted to talk, she suddenly felt very lost for words.



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[info]flower
2012-09-25 12:47 am UTC (link)
His touch overtook her, and Rose honed in on Octavius’ hand, very much mesmerized by his touch.

“I’m not---” Rose spoke slowly, her brow furrowing. She wasn’t doing it for him, it was simply how she felt. She was the one initially so upset that she couldn’t even talk to him, then eventually initiated a fight in which she cut things off in writing, how was that not... her fault? He had asked what she wanted from him, and she wanted to tell him that she accepted responsibility for what she had done. And most importantly establish that she hadn’t just abandoned the carriage and moved on. "But I do, I feel like it's my fault," she continued softly, feeling almost confused.

At his mention of Thomas, Rose felt her daze snap. Her back straightened a bit in an indignant manner, and her eyes redirected to his face to squint a sharp, calculating stare. While it was most certainly not the emphasis of what he was saying, Octavius bringing up Thomas did not sit well in her stomach, and it definitely clouded the rest of his words in her mind. Feeling bristled, Rose continued to watch him, and listen, needing to take in his face most of all to understand.

Rose stared at Octavius openly, and intently, for a hint at to what to say. Did he really have no clue as to what this unnameable ‘block’ was? She felt she had an idea. But bringing that up would only make him think she was resisting his request for not seeing each other anymore... her brow furrowed further, as she had difficulty understanding how not talking would fix or identify any problems. Unless that was what he wanted? Why couldn’t he just say that?

She stared a bit longer, until it was obvious that nothing appropriate to say would come to her. “I understand,” she said, even though she didn’t, and the doubt in her voice was undeniable. "I'm not upset," Rose continued, even if she was, for reasons not as obvious. "Let me know if you want to talk again." What else could she say, without divulging into deep-rooted thoughts he seemingly did not want to hear?

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