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undergrounds2015-12-11 10:17 pm
stauncherhearted) wrote in undergrounds2015-12-11 10:17 pm
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Food, Glorious Food (closed to Arthur)
Before anyone said anything, let us be clear: this was not a date. This was Nancy, trying to make up for the inconvenience she had posed to one of her (surprisingly dear) friends the night of Lewisham. And she was doing it the only way she knew how to that didn't involve spreading her legs.
She was cooking dinner.
Her apartment was cleaned for the occasion, the lights dimmed and more than a few candles lit in the small apartment. Juliet had already been warned against playing with them, and so the cat had contented herself to laying on a particularly soft part of her couch and taking in the noise of Nancy cooking as only a cat could do.
Now, Nancy wasn't a particularly good cook, nor was she particularly bad. So she'd spent the afternoon whipping something simple together (salad, bread, salmon, and a lot of wine) for the two of them. By the time Arthur was due to arrive, Nancy had nearly everything ready.
She was prepared for the occasion not in her usual work clothes, but something a bit more casual. She still wore a skirt, but her shirt was a bit more what most people would call appropriate. Her makeup was subdued, and her hair hung down freely around her face. Very much the sort of way someone would dress if this were a date of sorts, instead of just simply an 'I'm sorry I ruined your already shitty evening thanks for putting me up on your couch' dinner. Which it was. For the record.
Still, she wanted to make a good impression, considering the state she'd been in the last few times she'd seen him. Show him that she could be respectable. The whole thing made her stomach turn.
So she'd already had a glass or two of wine before Arthur showed up, what of it? Nancy was already bounding to the door when the knock sounded, setting her glass down on the kitchen counter as she passed. She nearly flung open the door to greet her friend with a warm hug and a brief kiss on the cheek. "Arthur! Come in- I've got beer or wine, whatever you'd prefer, in the fridge, and plenty to eat, so I hope you're hungry. Let me get your jacket, yeah?" She held her hands out for the object in question. "Welcome, by the way, you find my place alright?"
She was cooking dinner.
Her apartment was cleaned for the occasion, the lights dimmed and more than a few candles lit in the small apartment. Juliet had already been warned against playing with them, and so the cat had contented herself to laying on a particularly soft part of her couch and taking in the noise of Nancy cooking as only a cat could do.
Now, Nancy wasn't a particularly good cook, nor was she particularly bad. So she'd spent the afternoon whipping something simple together (salad, bread, salmon, and a lot of wine) for the two of them. By the time Arthur was due to arrive, Nancy had nearly everything ready.
She was prepared for the occasion not in her usual work clothes, but something a bit more casual. She still wore a skirt, but her shirt was a bit more what most people would call appropriate. Her makeup was subdued, and her hair hung down freely around her face. Very much the sort of way someone would dress if this were a date of sorts, instead of just simply an 'I'm sorry I ruined your already shitty evening thanks for putting me up on your couch' dinner. Which it was. For the record.
Still, she wanted to make a good impression, considering the state she'd been in the last few times she'd seen him. Show him that she could be respectable. The whole thing made her stomach turn.
So she'd already had a glass or two of wine before Arthur showed up, what of it? Nancy was already bounding to the door when the knock sounded, setting her glass down on the kitchen counter as she passed. She nearly flung open the door to greet her friend with a warm hug and a brief kiss on the cheek. "Arthur! Come in- I've got beer or wine, whatever you'd prefer, in the fridge, and plenty to eat, so I hope you're hungry. Let me get your jacket, yeah?" She held her hands out for the object in question. "Welcome, by the way, you find my place alright?"
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"I want to be there for them. To make sure I can help them, let them know there's someone on their side. They're not my brothers by blood, most of them don't even consider me their sister at all. I... Don't want them to feel alone." It wasn't a good explanation, and she doubted she'd ever come up with a good one. But she loved them all and wanted to take care of them as much as she could.
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"It's not all your responsibility to do that," he says. "It sounds simple and small but that can be a huge burden to bear."
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But for that reason, it was easy to forget how young she was. Even she forgot, most of the time. Every day, she was dealing with things no one her age should have to, for as long as she had. But she carried on.
She shakes her head, putting down her fork and folding her hands together. "If it's not my responsibility, then who's is it?"
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"I'm not saying you can't be there for them when you can, I'm just saying each one of us only has so much to give. I would just hope that you're not beating yourself up for not being there for them when you can't."
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"It's just that I've been through what they're going through." She exhales and looks away, bringing her wine up to drink. She took a drink, then looked back at Arthur. "Sorry- I don't really want to talk about this anymore." She'll just finish the glass.
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