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

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.

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"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.

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.

"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."

"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.

"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.

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

"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."

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

"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."

"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."

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

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

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."

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

"Why do you ask?"

She sits up to look over at him a little more.

"Curiousity." He stays relaxed, but offers nothing more.

"Hnnnn."

Madelyne isn't exactly sure what to say to that. He hasn't shown much curiosity here, or before that, either.

"Any other questions? I'll give you ones for free."

"Not right now. Just... I wonder how other people find this place sometimes."

"Ah."

Madelyne reaches over and puts her cup on the tea service tray, "Well, at some point you have to adjust to the new routine. I've had... There have been some moments here that I would be loathe to lose."

"I've adjusted to the new routine." It's other things he struggles with.

"Well, routine might be the wrong word. Reality, maybe. I have to accept that you don't hate me and maybe never hated me, that my best friend is probably a werewolf and that I'm probably going to dinner with a vampire at some point."

Madelyne shakes her head, shifting her position on the porch swing so she can better look out toward the yard, "At some point, I have to accept these things and allow them to change me."

"Which vampire," he asks casually.

Madelyne rubs at the base of her palm and her inner wrist, almost absent-mindedly.

"Josef." She was tempted not to tell him, to try to poke at him but she isn't childish. And, well, he's likely going to come to the house, so it would be pointless.

"I like Josef." And it is just a bit of curiousity. Whatever his conflicted emotions for Madelyne, he would not go there. He was married and his relationship with Madelyne brought a lot of guilt to him still. "I hope you have fun."

"I...."

Madelyne shakes her head and starts to stand up from the porch swing as if she's going to go somewhere. In the end, she, sits back down.

"Me too."

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