02-03-2015, 09:11 PM
Soren's poetry was tolerated by Declan in the form of a slight smile and head shake. It had been too long since last spending any significant amount of time with his old friend. He had forgotten the other man's idiosyncrasies. Soren certainly added some spice to his otherwise bland life.
Which was not to say it was dull. He had a comfortable job and a better living than one might expect in this day and age. His family was dear to him, and although he and Elizabeth were divorced, they remained amiable. Then of course, his beautiful little darling daughter was a bright joy in a grim world. He was having a tea party with her on-screen when Soren was finished showering. On her side of the screen, his daughter hosted a stuffed-animal guest list and clearly perched the view of her father at one end of a tea-set laden table. On his end, Declan had tied an extra button-down shirt around his neck, mimicking a white cape. He'd also wrapped a tie around his forehead which dangled down one side of his face like some strange headdress.
He looked up, smiling behind the rim of his own teacup, steeped with heavy mint, when Soren passed. He shrugged and silently pointed to his portion of their meal waiting on a table near the door without disturbing the grand tale being related to him from home.
The next day, Declan had a thorough inventory of his supplies ready to be duplicated for Soren. He also had a list of stores to ready to acquire just such an inventory. The basics would be easy to find and Soren already possessed adequate technologies to ensure communication. After that, it was time to take the train north. Despite the anticipation over what they might find on this journey, Declan wasn't nervous. He sent his daughter goodnight kisses like he always did and the idea that he might never see her again did not cross his mind.
Which was not to say it was dull. He had a comfortable job and a better living than one might expect in this day and age. His family was dear to him, and although he and Elizabeth were divorced, they remained amiable. Then of course, his beautiful little darling daughter was a bright joy in a grim world. He was having a tea party with her on-screen when Soren was finished showering. On her side of the screen, his daughter hosted a stuffed-animal guest list and clearly perched the view of her father at one end of a tea-set laden table. On his end, Declan had tied an extra button-down shirt around his neck, mimicking a white cape. He'd also wrapped a tie around his forehead which dangled down one side of his face like some strange headdress.
He looked up, smiling behind the rim of his own teacup, steeped with heavy mint, when Soren passed. He shrugged and silently pointed to his portion of their meal waiting on a table near the door without disturbing the grand tale being related to him from home.
The next day, Declan had a thorough inventory of his supplies ready to be duplicated for Soren. He also had a list of stores to ready to acquire just such an inventory. The basics would be easy to find and Soren already possessed adequate technologies to ensure communication. After that, it was time to take the train north. Despite the anticipation over what they might find on this journey, Declan wasn't nervous. He sent his daughter goodnight kisses like he always did and the idea that he might never see her again did not cross his mind.