Love Found

Sophia · Mar 28, 2013

Wasn't taken back by Brendan's outburst, she figured he would have one at some point with how things were going. It was healthy for him; at least she thought so, to let it all out. "Trust me, you still have a chance... She can't date anyone." she mentions tilting her head to Nancy outside, "Do you think she doesn't love you anymore? She does, she just... Doesn't know how to be around you. Yes you have changed, I don't know about workaholic or playboy, not really sure what that means, but you're still who you are inside." she gave a tap to her chest with the knitting needles.

After finishing off a few more stitches while he contemplated her question she gave a nod, "I see... If you don't know then you might not." glancing up she added "I'm not trying to make you upset, you already seem to be, but think... And think what would make you happy?"

Vacyr · Mar 28, 2013

Moving right to the window, Brendan presses his face to the cool glass, gathering his thoughts. "I may still have a chance, gramgram, but I don't know if I should take it. I still love her as strongly as I did back when I first fell in love with her but--" heaving a great sigh, the vapor collecting on the windowpane. "I... don't want to take the risk if it's just going to hurt her in the end. I tried being my old self this morning, even last night too. Pushing away my phone and stopping my work before it kept me up all night. What I have to explain to Nancy is that it will be hard for me to come back to reality." Turning from the window, he comes right to her chair and sits on the arm, looking down at her, his voice heard in a low whisper. "I have become a workaholic, she is right about that. Ever since I left, I buried myself, deep, into my work. Somehow I thought it would help me move on but it just made more trouble."

Moving back to his own chair, he ponders his happiness once more. "I think I have a facade of being happy, grams. Having to put on this fake Brendan for society. I would love just to put down my work and let myself be myself but I'm in too deep right now. There is no turning back because I'm an executive in the company. I have been told every single day that I'm the backbone that makes our company run. Uh, Tim and I. He is my boss and my best friend. Nancy still loves me, I am aware of that, but ... I'm too lost. Too far away. She'll never learn to accept me and I'll never learn to lessen my workload for her. It's... just the way the world has to be." Saddened by his words, he rubs his face once more with his hands, letting out a groan. "I would love for things to be different."

Sophia · Mar 28, 2013

Setting her needles down once more she looks up at him and gave a slow shake of her head, "She'll except it.. In time, it may just take her awhile to get used to it. I think she's just pushing herself away at the fear that it will end the same way." pushing herself up off of the couch with a soft groan, "If it works, and you both want it to work, then it will happen." she rubs at her lower back, walking by his chair she places a gently hand on his shoulder "Love, if you want to be happy then be happy. Yes you're large and in charge but if it doesn't make you happy then why stay?" with a soft shrug she pats his shoulder and makes her way up stairs, "I'm taking a nap, knitting is such a workout." giving a soft laugh to her joke she waves her hand to the kitchen. "Help yourself to anything in the house or garden."

Vacyr · Mar 28, 2013

"Should she really have to adapt to my needs?" He rhetorically asks, biting the inside of his lip before standing and offering a friendly hand or arm for her to get up off of the couch with. "Thanks Grandma Leo, I appreciate talking to you." Even though he puts a smile on his face, she would still be able to see the troubled expression on his features. "You're right, always am. Promise me that you'll be around next time we have a row? This, I can feel, isn't our first and sure as hell won't be our last." Moving to the staircase, he kisses her cheek with a soft peck before letting her walk up the steps. "Nancy is what makes me happy. Not Yama, Ellen, Grace, Brittany... none of them give me the shivers that Nancy does. You know that I love her, right?" Letting her walk upstairs, he finds his way to the kitchen, calling, "Thanks, behind him.

Reaching the kitchen, he grabs his phone, scrolling through the angry texts sent by co-workers as well as friends. All the while, Brendan shakes his head and wishes he could just throw his phone in a pond and be rid of it all. "I might as well make amends." He figures, replying to a few text messages before placing his phone right into his pocket. Going to the fridge, he gathers up some lemons and cuts them open, squeezing the fresh juice into a strainer. Adding a proper amount of ice, water, and sugar, he tastes his lemonade. A single nod tells him that it's just the right sweetness with a tinge of sour blast, just the way he remembers Nancy liking it.

Taking a tray out of the cabinet, he places her full cup on it. Glancing outside through the window, he quietly grumbles to himself, remembering that Grandma Leo told him not to disturb her. What could be the harm of offering her a drink? He concludes and moves out onto the porch. Padding through the dirt and grass, he comes up right behind Nancy, on her hands and knees really digging into the dirt. Clearing his throat, he waits until she stops her work and looks at him or at least turns her head slightly in his direction. Kneeling down before her, he balances the tray on his hand and thus offering her the glass. "Would you care for a refreshment?"

Sophia · Mar 28, 2013

Smiling she placed a kiss onto this cheek. "I know, I've always known. Since the moment she brought her into his house." ascending up the stairs and she makes her way to her bedroom and smirks "Those two are in for bumpy ride."

Nancy straightened up when hearing someone clear their throat behind her, twisting around she placed a dirty hand to her forehead to cover the sun's rays. "Yes?" with a blink she saw him lower the try with a glass for her, "Oh, thank you." taking the glass she took a sip and smiles "Its delicious." placing the glass down beside her she finishes up with tossing soiling over a few roots "Want to help?" she had calmed down from earlier, she knew that if things were going to be okay between them, even in friendship she should apologize and offer amends to the whole situation. As he sat down next to her, if he chose to, she looks up at him with a soft "I'm sorry for earlier, my outburst I mean."

Vacyr · Mar 28, 2013

Pondering if he should or not, he decides that it's best to be with her even if another argument comes of it. In order for him to figure out if this can truly work or not, he has to just relax and try and push who he -was- behind him. The Brendan he is now works nearly all the time except for parties and outings with his various groups of friends. Learning to manage his time wisely will be something that will have to come with time. The warming touch of the sun and the cooling whistle of the calm wind force Brendan down to the ground in only the jeans. Leaning back on his heels, his knees are digging into the ground. Awaiting her order on what to touch and what to leave.

"I'm glad you like it. I remembered you like a bit of sugar but still that 'bam' aftertaste of the sour lemon." Ready fingers drum on his jeans, "No need to be sorry." A shrug following, "All that you said is true." Moments pass and he doesn't talk, when his words finally come, they are shy, "I talked to your grandmother for the past half hour about it really. She made some solid points. I am who I am, Nancy. After we separated, I buried myself in my work, not knowing what else to do." Heaving a sigh, he starts to do as she orders him. The rich man from the city down on his hands and knees getting his hands dirty, just as it should be. "I just hope I haven't lost my chance."

Sophia · Mar 28, 2013

Wiping at the dirt left on her forehead with her forearm she looks over at him handing him a packet of seeds, "Place these in the soil and then cover." she said simply and continues with what she was doing as she listens to him. "I am sorry though. What I said was out of spite and I shouldn't have, I got worked up and took it out on you." poking a hole into the soil she plops a few seeds in and then pats the soil down. "You know Anma always says that a chance is never lost because if its meant to happen then it does." she gives a faint smile watching him help her with the garden.

After a moment of silence, listening to the wind blow through the trees and the chirping of birds, she decides to ask, "If I may... What do you think you've lost your chance with? Me...?" with a tilt of her head looks over realizing that he was still shirtless, her head quickly turned back down to the ground as any thoughts she once had fogged over and vanished.

Vacyr · Mar 28, 2013

"Cover as in just fill the hole in with the seed down there or pat it out?" Brendan, always having gardening be his downfall, looks at the nubs of dirt beside each of the planting holes. Watching her do it, he finally understands and copies her as best as he can. "Apology accepted. I'd rather have you just talk to me calmly though, for next time. Once someone screams, I can't help myself but scream back. I know it's horrible but... you needed to say those things and I needed to wake up." Reaching over, he pants more seeds, feeling the cool ground run through his fingers as he fills in the hole. They're barely out of his range.

Thankful that he didn't run into the Katie or Kelly girl, he pauses in his work and looks over at Nancy. "That's exactly what your grandmother did say to me. Changes are never lost... blah blah blah." He mimics her knitting, "I'm an old wise crone! Fear me children, I'll cook ye alive." With a good chuckle he adds, "I'm the funniest person I know." Returning to his work, he soon hears her ask him the question and he freezes. Those muscles of his tensing before patting the hole. "My chances of being happy," he is quick to recover, sitting up and even putting his arm around her shoulders, "Don't freak out, don't freak out." Comes his worried words, internally preparing himself for an explosion from her. "I don't mean that, damn that sounds bad when I say it aloud." His free hand waves in front of them and he is sure not to touch his soil covered hands to her clothing. "I mean that I may have a big house, money to spend and parties to go to but I'm sick of it. Grandma Leo asked me, inside, if I was happy. To be honest, I don't think I am."

Sophia · Mar 28, 2013

Giggling she gave a nod "You are funny." she remembers as a kid when her grandma actually yelled that at them when she found them drawing on the walls in the attic. Blinking in surprise at his reaction towards her, she wasn't going to be upset but she was surprised. Listening to his words her brow furrows as she thinking for a moment. "Hmm..." reaching up she gave a soft poke to his nose, leaving a dirt smudge behind "Happiness is what you make it, Brendan. If you're so used to it then try something new like... Bungee jumping!" she jokes with a soft chuckle, "Or little things like trying a new market or what have you."

With a smile she swipes her hands together getting off excess dirt, "What do you dream about? Like dream house, etc., etc." moving her hand in a circular motion with each etc. she spoke. Shifting around she moves to sit down in the soft grass, crossing her legs, green stains visible on her knees, "I once had this dream that my bedroom had a glass roof in it, to see the stars at night. Pretty right? If I could I would put one on the house." she said with a sigh as her head tilts back to look at the roof.

Vacyr · Mar 28, 2013

"Well, I'm happy you think so!" Brendan beams before grabbing some more seeds and planting them while Nancy takes her break. With his back feeling hot, Brendan stands up and stretches, turning around in the direction of the sunlight and letting his arms span outwards. Upon letting out an obnoxious yawn, reaching for the sky, he bends down and touches the ground. Shaking his legs one by one, Brendan then sits down, running a dirty hand through his greasy hair. It's then when she pokes his nose with her finger and he shakes his head, jokingly making a "bbbbhrrr" sound. "Aaah, she touched me, it burns!"

Composing himself once again, he rests those steel eyes on hers as she wipes her hands together and then starts to speak. Leaning back on his hands, he looks to her back, fingers twitching. All he wants to do is embrace her but he knows he has to keep his distance. Or at least he thinks he does. "What do I dream about?" Nodding his head to the left and then to the right, he finally comes up with an answer. "I would love to live on a boat, traveling around the world like my parents. Guess you could say it's in my blood. There is something about the sea that draws me to it. The waves, sunlight, calmness and then in a blink of an eye a rough storm."

He listens to her dream and can't help but feel a lightness of his heart. "You should marry an architect then!" He suggests, "That way he can design you just the house you deserve. It's all I would want for you. It's a pretty idea but in the winter don't you think it would be bleak? Gray sky... clouds..." A shrug comes once more, "Stars are pretty though. Perhaps we will get a chance to have a cloudless night while I'm here. We can climb onto the roof and look at the stars. My treat."

Sophia · Mar 28, 2013

Laying back into the ground with a soft sigh she watches a few clouds pass, "A boat? Storms? Sounds like you're going to be a pirate. You just need an eye patch, peg leg, and a parrot." she giggles smiling up at him as she brushing a strand off of her cheek. Giving his knee a soft pat, "Tell about the places you want to go, or just anywhere the water takes you?" As she listens her smile spread showing white teeth. "The stars are my favorite thing. I may have to take you up on that offer."

At his mention of marrying an architect her smile fades, almost into a frown, "But I don't want to marry an architect... Even if its just for a roof. I don't need the roof, as long as there is someone to watch the stars with." closing her eyes she took in a deep breath of nature's scent. "Camping outside would satisfy me just fine." she laid there quietly, eyes closed and her mind calm, she always calmed down when gardening and being outside. It was her equivalent to someone meditating.

Vacyr · Mar 28, 2013

"Arrrrg matey! Gimme all yer riches, ha ha ha!" Fingers come to her sides and he tickles her, leaning over so that he can have both sides. "I'm 'gonna steal every last penny, yar! Hoorah!" Letting her twist and turn before he stops, giving her a second to breathe. He too then lies back onto the grass, letting out a chuckle before just sighing. "I just always found the sea a beautiful place. I may sail around the Mediterranean sea, beautiful water, people and such delicate way of life. I'v always wanted to go to Italy or Greece, Turkey... just see the world that we live in. I mean, why not! I bet you could get a really great view of the stars from the water."

Lifting his hands before him, he pretends to pain a picture as he speaks. "Bright Leo. Brave Orion... Pices. All of them. Up there and shinning all throughout the night, guiding sailors as well as people along their course." Resting his head against his arm, Brendan looks to Nancy. The way the sun lit up her face, she looked so elegant, not that she didn't before but.. the light certainly adds to her beauty. "Camping? I shutter at the thought of you being in the woods all alone. A girl like you could get hurt you know. Bears, wolves... monsters." Creeping closer to her, he runs a hand along her arm, "I'd have to make sure you're protected. Hm?" He waits to see how she would react and if it's well, then he'll lean in to kiss her cheek. Just a quick peck, nothing too serious.

"If I ever travel the world, you're free to join me. I'd love for you to share in my spoils." He whispers while keeping close to her ear.

Sophia · Mar 28, 2013

Screams and squeals as he tickled her, body twisting and squirming beneath him until he stopped. Her chest heaved up and down as she caught her breath, turning onto her side she props her head up into her hand and looks at him with a soft giggle. "Silly pirate." tilting her head up to watch his hands she leans closer, an index finger point to paint the outside of the constellations he names. "I used to try and find them all as a child... Seems so long ago now." with a soft sigh she let her arm rest back onto the grass, fingers plucking at the green strands.

Looking back up at him as his hand trailed down her arm, eyes going wide as a pink blush flooded into her cheek upon feeling his lips on her cheeks. "I-I-I can take care of myself. I've done it before." capturing her lip between her teeth she nibbled at it hearing his offer to take her with him, "It sounds nice. Would you hold me during the storms? You know I'm not a huge fan of storms."

Vacyr · Mar 28, 2013

Pulling his face away from hers, Brendan can't help but feel the heat rise to his cheeks as well. Looking down on her, he leans on his forearm, letting her blush sink into him. "Then perhaps we can find them tonight if the sky lets us have our chance." Somewhat regretting kissing her, the small spoiled feeling in his gut to not get too close to her, he lies on his back again and looks up to the sun. His hands move to his belly, crossing one another as he closes his eyes and lets his body sink into the ground. "I know you can take care of yourself. I just want to be extra cautious. It's never safe to go camping alone and I'm not sure Grandma Leo would be able to handle it. Not that I don't doubt her ability to fight off a bear but still, events occur of their own nature. We humans have no control."

On the cinema of his lids, Brendan sees the splashing blue waves of the sea before him. The bow of his ship bobbing in the water, parting the waves. Standing behind the wheel, he navigates easily through the torrent. Dark clouds and a crack of lightening comes to his ears. One of her neighbors starts a lawnmower, the sound shredding the view before him. Those gray eyes meet the world once again, blinking the moisture away. "I would always hold you if you wish it. Storm or no storm. You calm me down more 'den any remedy could possibly try to." Turning his head, feeling the tall grasses tickle his cheek, he asks her something quietly. "Would you like more lemonade?" Completely oblivious to him ruining the moment.

Sophia · Mar 28, 2013

Frowning as he pulls away she stayed there on her side watching him, looking back down at the grass feeling as if she did something wrong. Going back to play with the grass strands she sighs plucking a few and tossing them away. Noticing that he opened his eyes she puts of a small smile, "No thanks, I still have my other glass." Sitting back up she grabbed the glass at her feet and took another sip of the cool, delicious liquid. "Thanks again for it." setting the glass back down she resting her elbows into her thighs as she leans over her lap watching the breeze sway the flowers. "One day I want to go... go... Well I don't know, just go anywhere. Maybe start doodling again, go back to what I did for money in college."

She thought back to sitting in the park near by the college and do portraits for tourists or passersby. Children, couples, pets, anything anyone wanted. She'd walk back to her dorm with fingers stained with chalk, coal, pastels, anything of the day she used, it didn't pay much but she loved doing it. "Sometimes I wish I were back in college." she mumbled flicking a piece of dirt off of her knee and shorts. "I remember this one time a person placed a twenty dollars into the hat I kept out for tips. Said anything to help an artist. I'm not an artist anymore."

Vacyr · Mar 28, 2013

"Alright, and yeah, no problem. I'm happy to make it for you. Personally I thought it could be a nice little bridge into having you speak to me again after that outburst this morning. I'm relieved to see that gardening helps you relax and clear your head. I have been trying to meditate more and more, picturing a blank white board in my mind before putting a single image on it at a time and really pondering... I like to think of it almost as filing my memories away." Shaking his head, he too leans up when she does, resting his arms by his sides. "I'm sure to stay by the coast if I have a boat. You'll be able to draw the landscapes as they come and go?" Asking it more like a question, Brendan turns to smile at her, imagining her out on the deck, scribbling away in her notebook the passing sights.

"You should draw again, I implore you. Even if you don't make a thousand bucks on a picture or whatever, it's worth every penny you do sell it for. Even if it's just a small little drawing - those drawings can evoke feelings in a person so strong, they'll spend whatever reasonable amount they see on paper. Nancy, you have talent. Stop comparing yourself to others and just focus on you.. that's all I ask." Standing up, he wraps a hand around her arm, pulling lightly. "Come on." He tells her, an idea popping into his head. If she doesn't budge, he would wrap his arms underneath her arms and literally pick her up. He starts a short walk to the house, intentions of having them draw together in his mind.

Sophia · Mar 28, 2013

"I don't draw anymore." she said simply with a shrug of her shoulders, "I'll stay on board and poke fish with a long stick." With a loud squeak she was picked up and carried over to the house, "Hey!" she whines as her legs practically shrink up into her body like when a child picks up a kitten around the belly. Pouting up at him once he finally put her down, her feet happy to touch something solid, "You could have just asked.." she huffs walking over to the kitchen sink to wash the dirt from her hands.

Grabbing the hand towel she pats her hands dray, "So why did you kidnap me back into the house?" she asks tossing the towel over to him once his hands were clean, if he chose to clean them "Was there a monster coming to get us?" she teased with a smirk on her lips.

Vacyr · Mar 28, 2013

"Will you draw for me though?" He asks, giving her a sad puppy eyed look once he sets her down and swings around to her front. Chuckling evily while he had her in his arms, there is no sense in apologizing. Instead he just pushes her hair behind her ears before she stomps off in a huff. Confused, Brendan really didn't think he did anything wrong. In fact, he is sure that he didn't do anything wrong. These mood swings of hers are really starting to become old. One moment they're smiling and laughing with one another and then boom, the next moment one of them is walking away. Following her into the house, he too takes his turn to rinse his hands and arms, ridding them from the itchy dirt.

"A monster was coming to get us. I had to, you must understand that. It was an architect monster... very big and scary. He swore to marry you, you know. But I'll let him know that you're not up for grabs by his nubby fingers." He wiggles his own fingers in front of her face before clearing his throat. "Would you do the honor of lying on the floor with me and drawing?" With his chin raised, he promptly asks her his question, a small sense of doubt buzzing in the back of his mind. "If you don't want to..." He suddenly adds, feeling as if she will say no or flair out, "then I can just go take a shower." Sniffing himself, he makes a disgusting face, even though he didn't reek, "Yuk! Scratch that... I'm going to take a shower now." Moving through the kitchen, he drapes the cloth on the back of the chair.

He easily bounds out to the hallway and up the steps, two or even three at a time. The usual creaking comes and he is sure Nancy can hear him shuffling around his room, picking out some clothes to change into after his shower. Closing the bathroom door, he places his new clothes on the toilet seat before moving to the closet across the hall, grabbing new towels before starting his shower. Time passes and Brendan finally washes the last of the shampoo from his hair, leaving a clean and of sweet lily and camellia scents. Using his towel to dry his hair, he combs it out with his hands before coming down the steps in the newly clothed body of his. Purple shirt neatly tucked into his black pants, wearing his converse shoes with their usual holes in the soles.

Sophia · Mar 29, 2013

Giggles as she watches him walk off mumbling about a shower with a shake of her head. Leaning back into the kitchen counter, arms crossing over her chest as she thought over his question. She told him that she didn't draw anymore, but the thought of drawing side by side with him once more made her heart flutter. A smile pulled at the corner of her lips and with a sigh she pushes off of the counter, walking over to the sitting room, her favorite room. Reaching behind a bookshelf she pulled out all of her art supplies; pencils, pens, markers, paints, etc.

She hid them out of her sight because looking at them only made her heart ache over Brendan. With a soft sigh she brushes the dust off of her sketch book and turns to the nearest blank page, only to pause at the last thing she drew. It was him, sleeping in the bed they used to share. She remembers it was a night he had work late, so he went to bed straight away, not being able to sleep she stayed up and drew him. Tilting her head she couldn't remember if she showed it to him or not, but pushing the thought from her mind she flipped the page.

Vacyr · Mar 29, 2013

Bouncing down the steps, Brendan stops at the entranceway. Looking to the door, he sucks in a worried breath, something tickling his mind. Moving to the door, he carefully slides back the lace curtain shielding the glass from his fingers and takes a good long look outside. The neighborhood seems quiet enough to him, the occasional car or two zipping in and out of his eye range. Sucking in a breath, he notes that the door isn't even locked. In the city, he has to be careful not to leave anything of utter importance outside. Once the sun goes down, the thieves have their prowling ground. Remembering what it was like when he first moved to the city, Brendan reflects on how the crime rate in his neighborhood has steadily been dropping. Hearing the sound of long drawn out strokes of graphite breaking away on paper, Brendan beams at the thought of Nancy in the other room. Not sitting and reading a book, newspaper (broadsheet or tabloid), or even a magazine. She is drawing - he is sure of it!

Releasing the fabric from his fingers, it sways to the left and to the right before calming down. In that time, he crosses the room to the sitting room. To his delight, he finds Nancy sitting in her favorite chair. With his hair still drying, he knocks his head back and ruffles it at a safe distance, drying the locks out before combing them back with his fingers. Smiling, he takes the seat across from her, leisurely taking up the space of both armchairs with his back and knees. "I thought a beautiful girl like yourself didn't draw anymore. It seems the muse of yours has reacted to my encouragement really well." Fingering his phone in his pocket, Brendan takes it out and quickly replies to a text message. The sleek silver casing vanishing from slight once he punches SEND.

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