In your place there were a thousand other faces

[bumbles]

Date & Time: ON A DAY. IN THIS WEEK.
Location: Casa de Medieval Fantasy Suffering
Characters: Donny & Arya wolfchild
Summary: Mr. Casey wants to make sure Morgana is okay and are you okay Morgana, Morgana are you okay but instead he gets stuck with Arya.
Warnings: nothing planned, will edit if the trauma children generate anything hideous.


( See Adonis Casey.

See Adonis Casey with box of cookies – assorted – heading into the transport residential building. He's got his bag hanging off his shoulder, sketchbook under his arm and the tin balancing on one hand as he knocks. He waited until the gash across his left cheek could be stitched properly, and for a few days to have passed before he came over in person, because he didn't-- he didn't want to get in the way. Everything has been so chaotic, and Morgana seems like a lady who would prefer the peace to the wild disorder that everything has been the last little while.

The knock at the door is still quiet, hesitant. How do you knock to get someone's attention when you really don't want to be a bother or actually get anybody's attention? )

Comments

[bumbles]

( She'd be surprised how many people have said that. )

I'm um, scared of everyone? It's m-more efficient.

( Was that a joke?

He has no idea. )

[wolfchild]

So you admit you're craven.

[bumbles]

Um. Is-- is c-craven like uh, like b-being a c-coward?

( it sounds like it. He nods a little, but-- )

B-but, I mean-- you c-can't uh, you c-can't be b-brave unless you're scared first.

( Very softly. ) If you're n-never scared, then you aren't b-brave, you're just-- just d-doing stuff. I'm scared, b-but uh, but I still t-try to d-do stuff that um, that m-matters.

( Wow this is the most humiliating day. He hangs his head, and just shrugs. Yeah, I'm craven. )

[wolfchild]

I know that. Everyone knows that. But you're always afraid and you haven't done anything brave I've seen. [ ergo.. ]

[bumbles]

( Okay. He nods, slowly, carefully picks up his sketchbook. Morgana hasn't appeared, and he can just leave the cookies here. )

You d-don't-- see m-me.

( Very softly, as he eases himself up from the ground. It's fine. It's better she doesn't, normal she doesn't. )

[wolfchild]

Whose fault would that be?

[bumbles]

N-not yours.

( no, he knows that. ) there's n-not much to uh, to see.

[wolfchild]

You're a liar.

[ but she doesn't care enough to delve. she returns to the kitchen to fetch some wine for herself. ]

[bumbles]

( Ouch. Okay, then.

Bag shrugged back to his shoulder, Donny glances to the kitchen. ) H-hey, uh. I b-better-- better g-go.

( All things considered, that seems best. She doesn't like him, he feels painfully uncomfortable, Morgana is still sleeping. ) C-can um, can you g-give those c-cookies to Morgana? Please?

[wolfchild]

[ she nods. ]

I will.

[bumbles]

O-okay. Thanks for, uh--

( Letting him in. The other stuff, not so much, but he doesn't specify, painfully swallowing around the air. )

Um. Yep.

( He's just gonna head for the door. )