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 Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2010 10:48 am
"No worries," was all that Shepard said in reply, finding them a bench with a fine view of the giraffes. With the amount of people already in line, and the state of Doucette's ankle, Shepard thought it much better to sit rather than to wait in vain -- and besides, this way they had a great view of the younger giraffes, with their pompom horns and their awkward gaits.
The tall Aussie settled silently on the bench, soaking up the sun and the view, and for a moment, allowed his brows to unknit and his posture to relax. He liked the stillness that his quietness gave; he could bask in the chatter of nearby people, and in the slightly nonconformist grace of the giraffes, with their too-long, too-thin legs and their heavy lashes. He ticked his gaze to Doucette just for a moment, to check that she wasn't made uncomfortable by his silence -- and to check that she wasn't still worried by some unnamed ghost.
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Posted: Fri Nov 26, 2010 5:46 pm
The redhead followed as he lead them to the bench to rest for for a bit. It was easy enough for the woman to stop worrying about missing out on feeding the giraffes despite her previous passions; she came to the zoo often enough not to let it ruin the rest of her day. Besides, it was her own fault they hadn't made it in time, so she had only herself to blame but she was worried if she let herself be upset over it Shepard might mistake that and start brooding again. Doucette didn't much want that when she was so very fond of not brooding Shepard.
For a long moment she sat watching the little ones gamble about all cute and reckless, but soon the sun's warmth caught up with her and melted away all the fear and all the stress and by the time Shepard snuck a look at her those little orange red curls were bobbing along with her head in the tell-tale sign of someone almost napping accidentally. Not that she was asleep quite yet, just relaxed enough not to care for the time being.
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Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 10:35 pm
With the sun so calm and only the barest residue of cheery conversation in the air all about them, Shepard couldn't blame Doucette. For himself, however, everything all together somehow made him feel... present, pulled out of his head and out of his worries and the endless mire of faint discontentment that tended to dog him. The breeze came and Shepard turned his head toward it as though called; faintly, he was aware that right now -- just for right now -- everything was good.
The soul capture was over. Doucette seemed to have relaxed. And everything, at least for right now, was taken care of.
Turning back to the sleepy Irishwoman, Shepard curved one of his arms around her shoulders and pulled her closer, his chin against her curls, in a brief but warm hug. He pulled away again a moment later, knuckles against the short scruff on his jaw to rub away the tickle of her hair, and murmured a low, single phrase: "I'm glad you're feelin' better."
Even if it was just for the moment.
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