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Post by Prince on Dec 13, 2006 0:58:25 GMT -5
Maggie, as well as her mother and Grandfather live here. Very meager place, there is a kitchen, living room with modest furniture, and three bedrooms. Its tiny, but its nicer than many places the textile workers live in.
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Post by maggie on Jan 6, 2007 12:53:53 GMT -5
Maggie slipped into her house. "Anyone home?" After a few moments of no answer, she shrugged. "Guess grandpa isnt home...Mom must still be at work." She smiled. "Here's my meager home" She ran a hand through her hair, tossing her jacket on the coat rack. "..would you like something to drink?" She was a bit nervous. No one had ever been in her house besides family.
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Post by brigmal on Jan 7, 2007 2:57:42 GMT -5
Brigmal walked in behind her, and stood, waiting to see if someone would answer. When nobody did, she started talking. He just stood there and listened to her; she had a nice voice. "Better home than what I've got." He admitted. He walked in a bit more and shook his head, "No thank you, I'm good."
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Post by maggie on Jan 7, 2007 11:51:19 GMT -5
Maggie smiled softly. "I'm sure your home is just fine. The people in a home are much more important than the building itself." She held out her hand. "Come on...we'll sit down and I'll get a fire going...warm this place up."
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Post by brigmal on Jan 7, 2007 12:29:12 GMT -5
Brigmal nodded when he heard her words, he'd never looked at it that way. He reached out and held her hand; allowing her to lead him where ever. That sounds like a plan." Brigmal gave her hand a gentle squeeze as he spoke.
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Post by maggie on Jan 7, 2007 19:00:22 GMT -5
Maggie blushed a bit at the hand squeeze, but squeezed back, leading them through the foryay (woah can't spell that one) and into the small living room. It had a warn down but comfortable couch--just like she had told him earlier. A large tartan wool throw was folded on top of it, and the fire place was directly in front. The room was a bit chilly.
"...here we are. short walk, no?" She laughed softly and lead them over to the couch, gesturing to him. "..Go ahead and make yourself comfortable...I'll get this place warmed up licktey split."
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Post by brigmal on Jan 11, 2007 6:32:08 GMT -5
Brigmal walked in, and looked at the couch, "Is this the famous couch you spoke of?" He asked with a grin. "It was a nice little walk." Brigmal teased. He walked over to the couch and sat down; it was very comfotable. He watched her, ready to get up if she needed help.
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Post by maggie on Jan 11, 2007 11:46:53 GMT -5
Maggie laughed. "Indeed it is...I'm sure you and it will get along just fine." She went and kneeled down, working on the first. About five minutes later a warm fire was burning in the fireplace, bathing the room in a soft glow.
"There...better." She stood, a streak of soot on her cheek. She walked over to the couch and sat down next to him hesitantly, unsure if it was okay to sit that close to him.
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Post by brigmal on Jan 11, 2007 22:15:17 GMT -5
Brigmal watched her set the fire, laughing at little as she spoke. He watched the fire dance as she walked back to him. When she sat, he looked at her and chuckled. "My poor Cinderella... er, Cinder-Maggie." He corrected. He reached up and brushed the soot off of her cheek. His hand brushed a little hard, for his hands had been hardened by the work at factories, but there was still a sense of gentleness in them. It may have been rough and wasn't that smooth against Maggie's cheek, but it brushed slowly and carefully.
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Post by maggie on Jan 11, 2007 22:29:33 GMT -5
Maggie blushed softly, biting her lip as he did so. She liked his hands. They reminded her of her father's hands...strong yet gentle. She brought a hand up to his, smiling gently. "Clumbsy me..."
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Post by brigmal on Jan 13, 2007 0:10:55 GMT -5
Brigmal's rough hands wrapped around her hand, bringing it down. "That's ok, it's gone." He assured her, resting his hand on her knee. "You look very nice." He had meant to say that there were no ashes on her, but it came out a little differently; ok, it really had nothing to do with ashes. He lowered his eyes a bit, and saw his hand on her knee. Quickly he pulled it off and rested it on his own knee.
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Post by maggie on Jan 13, 2007 0:14:29 GMT -5
Maggie blushed and smiled. "...thank you..no one has ever told me that really." She squeezed the hand that he held, and bit her lip when he touched her knee then pulled back. She paused, as if weighing different options, and then leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder. She was a western girl--she had some gumption. She just hoped he didn't think her too forward.
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Post by brigmal on Jan 13, 2007 0:20:38 GMT -5
Brigmal sat a little awkward beside her, wanting to do something but fearing her reaction. He was almost relieved when she leaned onto him. He lifted his arm and placed it around her, eyes staring into the fire. "It's a lovely fire; I don't remember the last time I sat in front of a fire like this." He watched the flames dance as his eyes started to tear. It was at his grandfather's house, soon before he left his mother; he was coming to say good-bye.
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Post by maggie on Jan 13, 2007 0:26:08 GMT -5
Maggie smiled softly, snuggling up a bit. "...really? Well you can come over any time to enjoy it." She looked up at him, seeing the tears forming in his eyes. She sat up a bit, rubbing her thumbs over his cheeks. "...Did I say something wrong?"
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Post by brigmal on Jan 13, 2007 0:33:19 GMT -5
Brigmal was able to smile as she spoke. "Thank you." He managed to voice. He looked down at her as she looked up at him. "No, nothing... nothing. Just thinking about, well, the last time I sat before a fire like this." He wasn't going to, and normally wouldn't, say more, but he was sure she wouldn't let him just drop it. "It was the last night I went to visit my grandfather before leaving home; I was going to say goodbye, but he just kept talking, so I ended up sitting by the fire for the longest of time. Finally I said goodbye, and left... I don't think he realized I'd probably not be coming back."
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