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Fina smiled and started to walk in the direction of the cafe. “It’s no problem,” she replied with a warm smile. “So, Ella, tell me about yourself. What do you do, are you a student?”
Ella follows after her, a little pep in her step. “Oh, I’m not very interesting, honestly. I work at the book store and I’m finishing up my english lit degree. What about you?” She’s more comfortable talking about other people, really.
“It wouldn’t be embarrassin’, jus’… Yeah, let’s jus’…yeah?”
She lets out a soft, breathless laugh, and then nods. “Yes,” she says, before hesitating. “Do you know the way?” Ella asks, her fingers playing with the hem of her jumper. She doesn’t want to come off rude, at all, it’s the last thing she wants, so she doesn’t know what to say, really. He’s nice, she’s awkward, she’s at a bit of a loss, honestly, and she hopes she doesn’t offend him.
Fina smiled, hoping her hug hadn’t made Ella even more nervous than before. Sometimes she failed to realise that some people weren’t as comfortable with such gestures as she was. “What a lovely name! It is nice to meet you too. Hey, I have already forgotten all about it, don’t worry. I was just about to go and get an ice cream, would you like to join me? I wouldn’t mind some company.”
“Ice cream?” Yes, that’s something that’ll help Ella feel better. Also the way she’s being so friendly. Fina is putting her at ease and she... she really likes it. She lets out a breath and then nods. “Yes, I’d like that. A lot, actually. Thank you.”
Portia shook her head vigorously. “Not…not physically…or anythin’. I just don’t trust ‘im. He makes me think I’m crazy an’ makes me blame myself for stuff… I-I dunno. Maybe I am the bad guy. It’s nothin’….It’s probably always been my fault.”
She relaxes somewhat, somewhat relieved that she doesn’t have to open that deep wound to help this other woman. But she can open the other wounds, the ones that have started to heal. Anything to help this woman. “No, no, don’t ever think that. He doesn’t sound like a nice person at all. It’s not your fault and you’re not the bad guy.”
“I must be the worst sister to have in the world. Thanks for being so sweet. I hope she gets happier. I know I don’t feel like I know her but I still care for her. So much.”
“No, of course not. It’s not your fault at all and that doesn’t make you the worst sister. Everything will work out,” she soothes, reaching out to gently rub Alicia’s bad, hoping it’ll lend her even more comfort. “It’s a hard time but things well get better, I know.”
Daran laughs a bit as he watches her. “Yes, you did. Proud’ve you, sweetheart. Water?”
Ella flushes under his praise, grinning. “Mmm,” she hums, “yes, please.”
“Eh…tree, maybe? No offence, ‘sjust…I live wi’ a lot of family and I’d never hear the end of it…”
Ella shakes her head. “No, no! I wouldn’t want to embarrass you. The tree it is, then!” Honestly, it’s a relief that they can finally settle on the tree.
“Not the trainin’ part, the gettin’ food part. No one except for the trainer and the trainee are allowed in a room unless the trainee wants someone else with them. Weird rules, but they’re there for a reason. Ya still up for a bite ta eat at least?”
“Oh,” she says, before nodding. “Yes, of course I am.”
“I know my sister isn’t coping and it’s all my fault. I just don’t know how I can make it better. I can’t tell her I remember her when I just don’t.”
“Being truthful will help in the long run. It may hurt her but it’s needed so you don’t hurt her even more later on down the line if she finds out you lied to her. And it’s not your fault at all. It’s just the situation.”
“Just gettin’ take away for tonight. Got a late session at the Sport Centre. Ya can tag along if ya want, either way. I don’t mind.”
Ella smiles. “Well, if you’re sure, I wouldn’t mind tagging a long with you! As long as you don’t mind me kind of just watching. I’m not good at sports.”
“A’right,” Daran drawls, before slowly taking a hit of the joint, demonstrating the process but the mun is too lazy to write it all out so here take this instead. The effect isn’t immediate, but he’s very used to this, possibly more than he should be, so then when he’s exhaling the smoke, he holds the joint out to her.
She takes the joint, doesn’t stop to think about it, just mimics him. The smoke fills her lungs and she tries to hold it in but her eyes water and she’s coughing. She’s gasping for air and she feels a bit light headed, but at least she went through with it. She’s quite proud of herself. She lets out a giggle, before looking up at him. “I did it.”
“I have that talent. To be like a ghost and creep up on people when I do not mean to. I like your music.”
Ella lets out a laugh, instantly feeling at ease. “It’s a very good talent to have when you’re trying to sneak around. Just not the opposite. And thank you. I like playing it.”
“Thank you,” Roxy grinned. “Aww, really? Tha’s so cute. Why don’t ya think ya could be one? I bet ya’d be great at it - lovin’ kids is already a big plus. Bu’ waitin’ a few years is probably a good idea.”
And here she freezes. “Uh...” well, she can’t come right out and say that sex would be an issue for her. She fiddles with the ends of her sleeves, and then she lets out a soft laugh. “I need to find the right person for one.” And that’s true. She wants to be married before she has kids. “And yes, waiting a few years is a good idea for me. But you seem like you have your life together, what with your lovely children.”
“He’s not…he’s not dangerous,” Portia whimpered. “I just thought ‘e was done hurting my family… H-Hurting me.” She still hadn’t told anyone with fear of being blamed. Sometimes she blamed herself. “I don’t want my sisters to go through what I did with ‘im. Nothin’ the police can really do though.”
“Hurting you?” And Ella feels a chill go down her spine. Because this whole thing sounds similar to her ordeals with her foster families. “What... has he done to you?”
Ivy smiled. “Am sure ya will, love.”
Ella’s smiling at the pet name, and then she’s setting the kettle on the stove, letting the water heat up. She’s humming softly while it heats, and she grabs one of her favorite cups. It’s not long before she can put it all together, hopefully making a perfect cup of tea for Ivy, and she’s placing it in front of the blonde. “There you go.”
“Nah, you’re a’right, sweetheart,” Daran drawls as he takes the spliff and lights it up. “I forget some folk ain’t done this before. Fancy a demo before hittin’ it?”
“Yes please.” Her words are soft and she watches the smoke lift up in the air, before she focuses back on Daran’s face.
“I don’t…really ‘ave one. I mean, there’s me bedroom, bu’ I don’t think that counts.”
“Of course your bedroom counts!” She’s quick to reassure him, and then she’s brushing her hair out of her face. “I’d say we could go there if you’re more comfortable?” She’s not entirely comfortable being in his room, but she’ll make do with it. She puts other people before herself. “But the tree is nice, too. And I think the ducks are out, so that’s a plus.”
