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tampered2008-08-14 02:35 pm
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log; ongoing;
When; last night!
Rating; PG-13...?
Characters; Esther Blanchett [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lefeufollet]; Gaara [sandmullet]
Summary; It's been a while since Gaara's had to deal with the ticking, and Esther still hasn't gotten her beauty sleep.
Log;
The soft tapping of paws on the hardwood floor kept the ticking at bay as Esther dropped a few slices of onion in her pan, enjoying the soft sizzle as she wiped the tears from her eyes, smiling at the puppy eagerly waiting by her ankles. Liver and onions weren't typically a favorite of many people Esther knew, but dogs like Tres weren't very picky, and she couldn't imagine that Gaara would be that choosy either-- provided that a dish had meat, she couldn't imagine him refusing. These were the little things that Esther had more time for, in the City-- learning the likes and dislikes of all her friends, even with respect to something as minor as food, and actually being able to experiment in the kitchen until she got something done right.
Of course, many of the people she'd been cooking for prior to this point had already left the City. Nero, Astaroth, Mirka, even Lady for a brief period of time, and now... Dietrich. While Esther wasn't exactly a believer in superstition, knowing that there were sentient beings who overlooked the workings of the City made her suspicious about who was to be taken next. And who might just be returned to her.
None of the logic that she had built over her many years of hard work at the convent even remotely applied, here. Willpower just wasn't enough, time was even more fickle than it was normally, and all of it had Esther worrying up a storm, dark rings developing under her eyes that she had to cover up with foundation-- the only time she'd ever bothered toying with makeup since arriving in the City.
Unless you counted that one curse, of course, where Abel had covered her lips in some time of red gloss. Esther didn't imagine that the incident would repeat itself anytime soon, though. If Abel was ever planning on emerging properly from his room again, anyway. Understanding the hows and whys didn't make watching his behavior any easier, either.
A small pop drew Esther's attention back to the pan--the dish was done, it seemed--and after slipping a small piece to Tres, Esther grabbed a plastic container from the cabinet and poured the contents of the pan in, before soaking it in water in the sink.
"I'll be right back, Tres," she whispered, holding a finger to her lips.
A few minutes later, Esther finally made her way to the rooftop of Building 2, as instructed, a little taken aback at how clearly she could see the stars from so high a distance. A little dizzy too, once she looked at them for too long.
"Mister Gaara?" she called out, rubbing at her eyes. There was no way that she could have arrived first.
Rating; PG-13...?
Characters; Esther Blanchett [
lefeufollet]; Gaara [sandmullet] Summary; It's been a while since Gaara's had to deal with the ticking, and Esther still hasn't gotten her beauty sleep.
Log;
The soft tapping of paws on the hardwood floor kept the ticking at bay as Esther dropped a few slices of onion in her pan, enjoying the soft sizzle as she wiped the tears from her eyes, smiling at the puppy eagerly waiting by her ankles. Liver and onions weren't typically a favorite of many people Esther knew, but dogs like Tres weren't very picky, and she couldn't imagine that Gaara would be that choosy either-- provided that a dish had meat, she couldn't imagine him refusing. These were the little things that Esther had more time for, in the City-- learning the likes and dislikes of all her friends, even with respect to something as minor as food, and actually being able to experiment in the kitchen until she got something done right.
Of course, many of the people she'd been cooking for prior to this point had already left the City. Nero, Astaroth, Mirka, even Lady for a brief period of time, and now... Dietrich. While Esther wasn't exactly a believer in superstition, knowing that there were sentient beings who overlooked the workings of the City made her suspicious about who was to be taken next. And who might just be returned to her.
None of the logic that she had built over her many years of hard work at the convent even remotely applied, here. Willpower just wasn't enough, time was even more fickle than it was normally, and all of it had Esther worrying up a storm, dark rings developing under her eyes that she had to cover up with foundation-- the only time she'd ever bothered toying with makeup since arriving in the City.
Unless you counted that one curse, of course, where Abel had covered her lips in some time of red gloss. Esther didn't imagine that the incident would repeat itself anytime soon, though. If Abel was ever planning on emerging properly from his room again, anyway. Understanding the hows and whys didn't make watching his behavior any easier, either.
A small pop drew Esther's attention back to the pan--the dish was done, it seemed--and after slipping a small piece to Tres, Esther grabbed a plastic container from the cabinet and poured the contents of the pan in, before soaking it in water in the sink.
"I'll be right back, Tres," she whispered, holding a finger to her lips.
A few minutes later, Esther finally made her way to the rooftop of Building 2, as instructed, a little taken aback at how clearly she could see the stars from so high a distance. A little dizzy too, once she looked at them for too long.
"Mister Gaara?" she called out, rubbing at her eyes. There was no way that she could have arrived first.