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May. 6th, 2016 11:27 amPeople have things written on them.
Demelza doesn't rightly understand and she's checked her own back repeatedly, but found it bare each time, whether her clothes or her skin. There's nothing written on her at all and she wonders if perhaps she should be grateful, as some of the things that have been written on the people she sees about town are not of a particularly positive nature. In Tintern Abbey just the night before there had been something of a scene, a woman with the words I'm in love with my best friend written on her back trying to tearfully explain to a man that she wasn't really in love with her best friend.
He'd wanted nothing to do with her, though, and had left her crying at a table. Demelza had heard her on the phone moments later, whispering the story, but leaving out a few important details. She'd walked away with a feeling the woman's best friend had been on the other side of that telephone call.
Thus far she's yet to run into anyone she knows and so Demelza does her best to mind her own business about the entire affair. It seems as though many lives are falling apart as a result and that hurts her heart, even if she doesn't know the people who are so affected. She keeps her head down, offers gentle comfort when necessary, but does her best not to get involved.
That is, of course, until the moment she catches sight of Galen. Upon his back is a word she doesn't know how to pronounce, let alone the definition of, and she squints at it for a moment before she crosses the street and falls into step beside him.
"Hello," she says, as cheerful as ever, though aware he may not be pleased himself. "What do it mean?"
Demelza doesn't rightly understand and she's checked her own back repeatedly, but found it bare each time, whether her clothes or her skin. There's nothing written on her at all and she wonders if perhaps she should be grateful, as some of the things that have been written on the people she sees about town are not of a particularly positive nature. In Tintern Abbey just the night before there had been something of a scene, a woman with the words I'm in love with my best friend written on her back trying to tearfully explain to a man that she wasn't really in love with her best friend.
He'd wanted nothing to do with her, though, and had left her crying at a table. Demelza had heard her on the phone moments later, whispering the story, but leaving out a few important details. She'd walked away with a feeling the woman's best friend had been on the other side of that telephone call.
Thus far she's yet to run into anyone she knows and so Demelza does her best to mind her own business about the entire affair. It seems as though many lives are falling apart as a result and that hurts her heart, even if she doesn't know the people who are so affected. She keeps her head down, offers gentle comfort when necessary, but does her best not to get involved.
That is, of course, until the moment she catches sight of Galen. Upon his back is a word she doesn't know how to pronounce, let alone the definition of, and she squints at it for a moment before she crosses the street and falls into step beside him.
"Hello," she says, as cheerful as ever, though aware he may not be pleased himself. "What do it mean?"
