Demelza Poldark (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
letitbetrue) wrote2016-03-10 01:20 pm
letitbetrue) wrote2016-03-10 01:20 pm
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Even now, after months in Darrow, there's so much Demelza has never seen before. She does her best to learn, looking things up in books at the library and even on the computer in the apartment she and Ross share, though she's still terribly clumsy with that and prefers the atmosphere of the library at the end of it all. So she's learning and she thinks she might one day soon ask Mr Solo for more information regarding the GED he had so kindly told her about, but there are still thinks that shock her.
Ross is at work and Julia is at home with Abby. Demelza had taken Garrick and simply gone out to get some groceries and she had meant to stop by the library as well, but instead she'd gotten caught up on the street, staring openly at the shop she's seen before, but has never truly paid much mind to until now. The windows are papered with illustrations, intricate and beautiful, but there's one open window and through it she can see a young woman, not much older than she is herself, and she's bent over a man at least twice her age, drawing on his arm with a buzzing instrument.
Garrick whines and pulls at his leash, but Demelza can't look away. As she watches, blood and ink bloom on the man's skin, and although he winces once, it doesn't seem as if he's in much pain. She's never seen anything like it and her interest is only drawn away once, when she watches a middle aged man with a long needle that he puts through a woman's nose.
Leaning back, she peers up at the sign, squinting in an attempt to read it.
"Tat... oohs," she pronounces slowly. "And piercings." She rather wants to go inside, but thinks they might frown upon her dog and may not be too happy answering her questions, so she glances around, hoping to spot someone who may be willing to help her. It's only luck she catches sight of Baz and she brightens, waving at him.
"Baz, hello! Do 'ee have some time for me?"
Ross is at work and Julia is at home with Abby. Demelza had taken Garrick and simply gone out to get some groceries and she had meant to stop by the library as well, but instead she'd gotten caught up on the street, staring openly at the shop she's seen before, but has never truly paid much mind to until now. The windows are papered with illustrations, intricate and beautiful, but there's one open window and through it she can see a young woman, not much older than she is herself, and she's bent over a man at least twice her age, drawing on his arm with a buzzing instrument.
Garrick whines and pulls at his leash, but Demelza can't look away. As she watches, blood and ink bloom on the man's skin, and although he winces once, it doesn't seem as if he's in much pain. She's never seen anything like it and her interest is only drawn away once, when she watches a middle aged man with a long needle that he puts through a woman's nose.
Leaning back, she peers up at the sign, squinting in an attempt to read it.
"Tat... oohs," she pronounces slowly. "And piercings." She rather wants to go inside, but thinks they might frown upon her dog and may not be too happy answering her questions, so she glances around, hoping to spot someone who may be willing to help her. It's only luck she catches sight of Baz and she brightens, waving at him.
"Baz, hello! Do 'ee have some time for me?"
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"Classism," she echoes, her voice soft and she nods at what Baz says next. "Men don't often bed down with other men where I'm from. I mean... somehow I'm sure tis something that happens regardless, just that it happens quietly, under the cover of night and no one will talk of it. Seems silly, t'be honest. Love is love." And people love who they love at the end of it all. Demelza doesn't understand why it matters, what any of it matters to others. She and Ross never hurt anyone with their love and she knows Baz and Simon haven't either. If anyone perceives hurt from it, it's their own biases, she decides.
"Well, I think you and Simon both are lovely," she tells Baz, squeezing his arm. "And should anyone say a mean thing t'either of 'ee about it, tell me, and they shall have a thrashing."