07 [Visual and Physical Location: Central | Open] A new house, a new start and breakfast

[genequeen]

Moving multiple times in a short period of time is not something that Madelyne is happy about but, at the same time, she now has a house. She has a house of her own and so far she is still finding all of the things she loves about it. It isn't something she's ever really thought about having or doing. Owning a house seemed far too normal for the life she had been living back home and she feels that way, somewhat, here as well. Living in Sanctuary, however, was something like living in a hotel.

This morning, she's made breakfast. She's made far more breakfast than she's going to be able to eat alone. It is even possible that she's made more breakfast than she and Scott can eat, though waffles and pancakes and such things can be frozen for days where she isn't feeling anywhere near as industrious. This morning, though, she's out on her porch swing with plate of pancakes, her tea service and a few other odds and ends. Knees pulled up on the swing with her, she watches the steam curl off the surface of her cup of tea in the early morning light.

Comments

[no_rose_tint]

"Because it might. Like Charles vanishing." He closes his eyes for a while. "We're constantly aware of it."

[genequeen]

"On one hand we could fall into a trap of thinking things are normal here and on the other hand, we could easily break ourselves waiting for the other shoe to drop."

It would be easy to just fall into old habits and patterns, which is a part of why she didn't sleep last night. It is a ridiculous thing that would never happen but she kept thinking she'd go to sleep in the wrong room.

[no_rose_tint]

Scott suspects he knows which one he's in the greatest danger of. "Some days, I'm still not sure this is real, to be honest."

[genequeen]

"I understand that feeling. There are some times where I ... it is both too good and too horrible at the same time, depending on how you're looking at it at the time."

A laugh bubbles up, "I never thought this could happen, for instance, this casual conversation on the porch."

[no_rose_tint]

He nods slowly. His mind is closed off and quiet, mulling over whatever thoughts he has this early in the morning. "And yet, here we are."

[genequeen]

"Exactly. Here we are."

Shaking her head, she is doing her best to keep herself to herself at the best of times and living with Scott, she's tightened her shields as much as possible. That said, she's not perfect.

"It would be nice, though, if I didn't have to listen to the Extras in the background all the time."

[no_rose_tint]

"Must be frustrating. Especially without Charles to help shield out the static they produce."

[genequeen]

"It is, actually, very frustrating. It is chit chat that doesn't make any sense. It is...." Madelyne pauses and turns to look at Scott, with a small smile.

"Have you ever caught snippets of the conversation between background actors in party scenes in a movie? How they make sense until you actually start to think about them?" The red head smiles a little bit at her ex-husband, "Having that run through the back of my head at all times is ... distracting."

[no_rose_tint]

"I can imagine." He would love the distraction sometimes, but his mind is too busy to really let something like that get to him, had he the talent.

"At least you could move out of the range. Go to the forest if you need a break."

[genequeen]

"Sometimes it feels like someone said something important and I just missed it. Sort of like being tapped on the shoulder and turning to see that there isn't anyone there."

Finishing her cup of tea, she nods at that, mulling over what to say in response. "Sometimes the silence can be just as bad but, yes, it is helpful."

[no_rose_tint]

He closes his eyes, nodding. "Silence is strange. The mansion was so rarely silent."

[genequeen]

"Sometimes the house was," she says without thinking about it. This casual lack of defenses in conversations with him leads to more truth than she'd usually intend or desire.

[no_rose_tint]

There is the tiniest flinch on his face, around his eyes. He doesn't know what to say to that. More apologies feel out of place.

[genequeen]

"In a lot of ways things were easier, or, well at least simpler." If she noticed the flinch, she doesn't seem to change her tone or her topic. There is actually a small smile on her lips, as if it is a pleasant memory. Considering it is before things went to hell, it probably is pleasant.

"There were days where I would just take long walks and explore, until walking became too much of a hassle."

[no_rose_tint]

"There was... a creek. About a mile out. We walked down there for a picnic once or twice." He can remember the place. Remember helping Maddie over the path when she was getting further along in her pregnancy.

[genequeen]

"A few times, yeah. I liked putting my feet into the creek while sitting in the large stone. It was nice being warm and cool at the same time." Her gaze is focused on some point in the distance, not actually looking at anything.

"You made me pie." It was not the best pie but that didn't matter at all.

[no_rose_tint]

"You pretended it was good." It draws a small smile to his lips, very small. "And I promised never to bake again."

[genequeen]

"It wasn't that bad."

Her eyes focus on him again before she starts chuckling, "Okay, it was ... not good... but I would have eaten the whole thing anyway."

[no_rose_tint]

"And that was why I promised to never do it again. Because you would've and it wasn't that good."

[genequeen]

"I had no idea what tasted good at that point anyway. Taste buds going crazy is one of the greatest mysteries of the whole process." There is probably some sort of scientific something or other that would explain it but she'd really rather not know - like a lot of other things.

"Well, if you ever have the desire to bake again for someone, let me know. I'll help."

[no_rose_tint]

"I think I'll spare all of us my attempts at baking. I can't see when it reaches golden brown and I just get frustrated. And you don't need frustrated me trying to cook."

[genequeen]

Smirking, Madelyne can't help but say, "You've got more than enough things to be frustrated over as it is - even here."

[no_rose_tint]

"Mm." He sets his cup aside, slouching in his chair. It's as close as he gets to relaxed. "Do you get lonely here?"

[genequeen]

The question gives her pause. There are two easy answers but she doesn't give him either of them.

"Some times. Some times very much but I have made some good friends."

[no_rose_tint]

"Mm." He leans his head back, just enough so the sun is warning the top of his head.