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 Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 4:57 pm
Donovan hurried to the kitchen, jumping at every little sound. He felt like he was going to have a panic attack. Great. He could add another medication to the long list of ones he needed. Forcing himself to move faster, he practically ran into the kitchen.
It took a moment for him to realize that the chefs were staring at him. He frowned and muttered, "Don't ask." Then looked at each other before shrugging and getting back to work. They had learned long ago that it was pointless to try and question him.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 5:02 pm
Elizabeth looked up from her eggs as someone busted inside the kitchen only to see Donovan. She stared at him for a moment before she went back to eatting. She wanted to leave but she was to hungry to abandon her food at the moment.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:13 pm
Donovan glanced over at Elizabeth before looking back down. He still felt bad about his harshness with her so, once he'd grabbed a plate of cooked bacon, he walked over to stand next to her. "I'm sorry about earlier," he murmured before biting off a strip of bacon.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:17 pm
Elizabeth looked over at him as he walked over and stood beside her. She slid a little to the side and continued eatting on a peice of sasage. She didn't feel like talking to him, not since he was willing to hide something as how he got a bruise on his neck, away from her.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:24 pm
Donovan sighed when she didn't respond. He glanced at the chefs to make sure they wouldn't hear him before leaning over and telling her, just loud enough for her to hear, "Please Elizabeth. I am sorry. I would tell you if I could but it's too dangerous. The less you know, the safer you are." His eyes were wide, filled with distress. Why couldn't she see he was just trying to protect her?
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:27 pm
Elizabeth finally put down the sasage she was nibbling on and looked at him. "What is so dangerous about telling me why there is a damn bruise on the back of your damn neck?" she asked gritting her teeth. She noticed the distress in his eyes but right now she simply ignored it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:30 pm
Donovan just shook his head, bowing his head and keeping his eyes locked on his food. He wanted to tell her, he really did, to confide in another being. But he couldn't. It was too dangerous. She couldn't know anything.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:38 pm
When he simply bowed his head she sighed lightly and placed her plate on the counter behind her. "Thanks for the food." she said to the chef as she walked out the back door and back outside. She walked over to one of the many trees and climbed up into it and sat down in one of the branches. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the tree and just sat there, thinking what could be so dangerous that he couldn't tell he what caused him harm. She wanted to know everything that was going on, she knew she was being left out of something big, but what?
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:43 pm
Donovan looked back up again as Elizabeth left the kitchen. Losing what little appetite he had left, he set the plate on the counter and walked out of the kitchen. He felt sick to his stomach, like at any moment he might bring up what little breakfast he'd managed.
He made his way back to his bedroom, leaving the door partially open. Crossing the room, he knelt beside his bed and reached under it, pulling out a guitar case. With a sigh, he opened it up, looking with an aching heart at the many cracks that criss-crossed it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:50 pm
Elizabeth swung her leg down in the air as she opened her eyes and stared at the sky. She began to hum a light tune to herself as he rocked back and forth on the branch, making sure she didn't fall off. It was the tune her mother use to sing her to calm her down or simply put her to sleep when she was younger. She had not heard the song in ages but she remembered the exact words and tune to the song. It played through her head and she then began to sing the song, barely above a mummer.
"When in the springtime of the year
When the trees are crowned with leaves.
When the ash and oak, and the birch and yew
Are dressed in ribbons fair.
When owls call the breathless moon
In the blue veil of the night.
The shadows of the trees appear
Amidst the lantern light.
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day.
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay."
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:53 pm
Donovan looked up from the broken guitar at the sound of singing. It took a few moments for him to recognize the voice as belonging to Elizabeth's but, when he did, he smiled. Standing up, he walked over to his window and pushed it open, leaning out so he could see Elizabeth. He smiled and leaned on the window sill, just listening to her sing.
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Posted: Tue Jun 22, 2010 11:58 pm
She heard the sound of a window open and she looked over and spotted Donovan smiling. She smiled as well and continued to sing, letting the memories of her mother sing to her flood into her mind.
"Who will go down to those shady groves
And summon the shadows there.
And tie a ribbon on those sheltering arms
In the springtime of the year.
The songs of birds seem to fill the wood
That when the fiddler plays.
All their voices can be heard
Long past their woodland days.
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day.
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay.
And so they linked their hands and danced
Round in circles and in rows.
And so the journey of the night descends
When all the shades are gone.
"A garland gay we bring you here
And at your door we stand.
It is a sprout well budded out
The work of our lord's hand.
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day.
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay.
We've been rambling all the night
And some time of this day.
Now returning back again
We bring a garland gay."
The song had always reminded her of wood land creatures, mainly wolf wolves and elves. She had always had a odd imgination when she was younger. She giggled lightly at the thought as she finished the song and looked back over to Donovan.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 12:01 am
Donovan listened to her sing then watched as she looked up at him again. "You have a beautiful singing voice," he told her. He would know. He'd heard enough women sing when he'd still been playing at the coffee shop.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 12:05 am
Elizabeth shook her head lightly at that. "No i don't, my mother does. Her voice is almost like an angels when she sings." she said as she touched her chest lightly with her hand and looked up at the sky once more. "She use to sing that song to me when I was younger to put me to sleep or calm me down. Now I sing it to myself for that reason." She laughed lightly at that.
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Posted: Wed Jun 23, 2010 12:10 am
Donovan looked up at the sky before looking back down at her. "Regardless, you do sing beautifully," he said. Besides, she had to have inherited her talent from somewhere. At the thought of her mother singing to her, he felt a twinge of bitterness. His mother had never sung to him. She'd never done most things that mothers were supposed to do for their children.
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