RP: Belated
Date: Thursday, 11 Aug 2011
Characters: Belle Winters, Fisher Winter
Location: Central Library, Fort Worth
Status: Private
Summary: Long overdue, but...
Completion: Incomplete
She'd carried them carefully the whole way from Fort Belvoir. Packed carefully in her luggage so they didn't jostle during the flight, Belle had been supremely grateful El had been willing to come get her, because otherwise she would have had a lot of explaining to do once she hit the security checkpoints at Dulles or National. She'd decided to check out the library, since she was plowing through the books she'd brought far more quickly than she'd realized, and El had come for her on his lunch break to take her to the central branch and drop off -- and since Fi would be at one of his jobs today, that put her in a pretty easy place for him to come meet her for a little bit and hang out, just them.
It was the little things sometimes, she thought to herself as she grabbed a small study table in the secluded back corner and gently set her backpack on the chair next to her so the things she'd carried so far already wouldn't tumble around. Pushing her hair back, she thought for a moment. El was back at work, and Fi would be showing up pretty soon. She'd see about getting a library card in a little bit, once the line at the service desk had died a little; in the meantime, she pulled out her laptop and set herself on the library wireless so she could check her e-mail while she waited.
As the log-in page churned, she put her face in her hands. Something had changed. After Fi and El had left, something had changed, and she didn't know how to fix it. Didn't know if it could be fixed. Maybe she was just too young and stupid to see how. Maybe she was just naïve. But even while people grew up and changed...something wasn't right. And she just...hoped it wasn't too late to give these things to Fi. She wished she'd known earlier. She wished she'd known, so she could have asked Fi for an address, and sent them -- she could have mailed them from somewhere else, if he was worried about Dad finding out. She wished she could have met him somewhere more private, but he was on-call, so they had to make do. It was so tangled up, and she didn't know which string she should start with to try and help.
Belle lifted her head and shook it to clear it. She wouldn't lose face in public, and right now, all she could do was wait. Getting up, she crossed over to the drinking fountain and took a long glug, then brushed at her mouth as she padded into the Science Fiction and Fantasy section, and grabbed Dragonsinger. Menolly and her music would calm her.
Characters: Belle Winters, Fisher Winter
Location: Central Library, Fort Worth
Status: Private
Summary: Long overdue, but...
Completion: Incomplete
She'd carried them carefully the whole way from Fort Belvoir. Packed carefully in her luggage so they didn't jostle during the flight, Belle had been supremely grateful El had been willing to come get her, because otherwise she would have had a lot of explaining to do once she hit the security checkpoints at Dulles or National. She'd decided to check out the library, since she was plowing through the books she'd brought far more quickly than she'd realized, and El had come for her on his lunch break to take her to the central branch and drop off -- and since Fi would be at one of his jobs today, that put her in a pretty easy place for him to come meet her for a little bit and hang out, just them.
It was the little things sometimes, she thought to herself as she grabbed a small study table in the secluded back corner and gently set her backpack on the chair next to her so the things she'd carried so far already wouldn't tumble around. Pushing her hair back, she thought for a moment. El was back at work, and Fi would be showing up pretty soon. She'd see about getting a library card in a little bit, once the line at the service desk had died a little; in the meantime, she pulled out her laptop and set herself on the library wireless so she could check her e-mail while she waited.
As the log-in page churned, she put her face in her hands. Something had changed. After Fi and El had left, something had changed, and she didn't know how to fix it. Didn't know if it could be fixed. Maybe she was just too young and stupid to see how. Maybe she was just naïve. But even while people grew up and changed...something wasn't right. And she just...hoped it wasn't too late to give these things to Fi. She wished she'd known earlier. She wished she'd known, so she could have asked Fi for an address, and sent them -- she could have mailed them from somewhere else, if he was worried about Dad finding out. She wished she could have met him somewhere more private, but he was on-call, so they had to make do. It was so tangled up, and she didn't know which string she should start with to try and help.
Belle lifted her head and shook it to clear it. She wouldn't lose face in public, and right now, all she could do was wait. Getting up, she crossed over to the drinking fountain and took a long glug, then brushed at her mouth as she padded into the Science Fiction and Fantasy section, and grabbed Dragonsinger. Menolly and her music would calm her.