Turned Around

OC Roleplay blog for Brighton (Still under construction.) I don't post random things here as everything posted pertains to the character in some way. I will tag things according to what they are so you can look at them all together if you wish. The theme works with mostly mouse overs. If you can't find something please ask I may have just forgotten to include it. Any mistakes are mine and I don't mind them being pointed out I just ask that it be done in asks.

[mrmillertoyou]

Tea Time - Closed - Olcsealgaire & Cecily

[gabrielmarchrp]

  Cecily curled herself into the robe as she got back into the room and shook her head. “No thank you, I ate a little before leaving the cafe and I always tend to over eat considering the food is more or less delicious.” She gave a small laughter and listened to what he had to say. It was true though, the food Mary in the kitchen could make could make anyone crumble to the floor in pure ecstacy of food joys. “Oh well we all have different tastes for both tea and drinks.” she compented back. 

The one he’d bought was without a doubt one of the more luxury ones but it was also a very good one. Cecily had at many occasions taken a cup with it and she was without a doubt not going to complain about this cup either because it tasted heavenly. Cecily took a small sip of the tea before his question came and she gently put the cup back down. “I work as a barista, so I’m used to making the coffee and tea, never truly bringing it to anyone- but he was really sick the delivery guy we had plus I told him I could do it since his exams were right around the corner and all I do is tend to the shop.” She shrugged and smiled. 

"What about you? Painting is just a hobby or is it your lifely-hood? You are either way very talented. It’s not often you find someone who paints with such passion." She commented and it was the truth. His painting in the ceiling was glorious and Cecily wouldn’t mind stealing his skills. 

[mrmillertoyou]

"I do not eat out much. I have to be careful when I do so it tends to be a chore." Olcsealgaire started eating neatly as she spoke and he sipped his tea. He had not put anything in it. "I am sure it is delicious as you say." He did not doubt her he just had his reasons for the things he did. He did not look bored as he kept his eyes on her and his phone did not make a sound or even light up. "Yes we do, nothing wrong with being different."

The price of the tea never occured to him as he knew what he liked and therefore had ordered accordingly, even if it was a larger amount than most would order for just one person. "Well I am glad it was you since not everyone would take the open door and actually come inside. Although I think the music would be a giveaway that someone was home." He fell quiet again as most of the sandwich had disappeared already. He poured himself more tea and inclined his head at Shae wondering if she wanted more.

"Just a hobby that I do all right at. I do not feel I am great at it." When she aimed the complement at Olcsealgaire he closed his eyes a quiet look on his face as he slowly opened them again the blush on his face lightly as he looked at her. Clearly he was not comfortable with being complimented but he did not look away again. "Umm, thank you, I do not think myself so. I really do not do anything for a livelyhood right now." The sadness crept back into his dark eyes as he peered over the cup at her his fingers making it look as if it was a child's toy. "So what are you in to, or as you say passionate about?" He did not really want to pry but he felt he really was not at this point. He set the empty cup down and folded his hands in front of him again.

[mrmillertoyou]

Starry, Starry, Night - Closed - Brendon & Olcsealgaire

[reid-hawthorne-deactivated20160]

  Brendon’s smile hadn’t faded quite yet as he made his own way to the tired-looking man sitting in the chair. “I’m well,” he started with a nod and then shrugged shortly after. “Um.. I’m seeing a therapist now days.. more often t-than I’d really like, to be honest, but I don’t know. It’s something, at least.” He tried to explain while he reached up to itch the back of his head to make himself a little distracted about what he was really talking about. “Ah, what about you? How’ve you been lately?”

His eyes quickly shifted to the folder when he had mentioned it and lifted it to hand it to him. “Sure do. There’s the full image and a few close ups where there appears to be more detail to focus on,” he said, almost like he was a little proud of himself that he was able to do this task and then some. “Oh, don’t worry about it. It’s no problem.” He waved his hand in a small motion.

Curiosity had poked him for a moment and he let himself peek at Olcsealgaire’s open sketchbook to see actually how well of a drawer he was. Frankly, he was not disappointed. He was almost snapped out of when as he set the book down and exchanged glances with the man. “Sure, if you’re offering,” his tone was friendly, and he took a small step back when he had reached for his crutches, not wanting to be right in the way. “You got it?” He couldn’t fight the urge to offer help, even when it was unwanted, but that’s just how he was.

[mrmillertoyou]

Olcsealgaire nodded at the first part of the answer glad to hear Brendon was all right.  "You are a braver soul than I.  Telling a complete stranger the shit that is in your head.  I can do many things and face death but the idea of telling someone the things that reside in there is more than horrifying."  He practically shuddered at this thought as he looked up still.  "The same.  Just trying to get things settled again and catch up on reading."  There was no life in his answer at all as he looked away for a moment.  

The long fingers accepted the folder easily.  He looked through the images quickly but the full image he studied for a few minutes as if that was all he needed to do to commit it to memory.  Olcsealgaire's face changed slightly as he realised that Brendon could stand for a long time probably, it was one of those knee-jerk moments that reminded him he was not near where he wanted to be.  "These look perfect and easy enough to follow once I figure out the orientation."  

Olcsealgaire did not seem to mind him peeking at the sketchbook.  The drawings were mostly outlines at that point and his usual detail was not on display.  "Well of course."  The low tones were more relaxed now as he stood in one motion and started towards the kitchen.  Things were everywhere but he had left pathways wide enough for him to be able to get around.  "Yes.  Unless you want a sandwich which I am going to have since I have not eaten since seven this morning."  The taller man did not seem offended at all by Brendon's offer as he dug around in the refrigerator after putting the kettle on.

[mrmillertoyou]

Starry, Starry, Night - Closed - Brendon & Olcsealgaire

[reid-hawthorne-deactivated20160]

  Brendon was making his way to Olcsealgaire’s new home, thankfully on the voicemail he had left him clear directions. Otherwise, he could’ve been wandering for hours, but he was use to all the walking anyway. He was gripping onto a folder in one hand that had contained the picture he was going to share and help paint on his new ceiling. Painting on stars shouldn’t be too difficult, he’d think to himself as he kept striding along.

When his house soon came into view, he wasn’t all quite sure if this was the right house yet until he could hear the faint music coming from inside. He sighed with some relief, knowing that this had to be right. As he came up to the door, he raised an arm to knock, but he paused in noticing the door was slightly open anyways.

Pushing the door open gently, he peeked his head in before stepping in all of the way and pushing the door back behind him in the position it was last left in. “Olcsealgaire, hey,” he chimed through his music as he spotted him from across the room and a friendly grin had grown across his face as well. Finding it to be, again, quite a relief that he found a familiar face and he didn’t just walk into a total stranger’s house.

His eyes were suddenly pulled to the ceiling as he could see what he had gotten started on so far, and though the ceiling may have been a decent size, he was quite impressed. He could only imagine what it would be like fully completed.

[mrmillertoyou]

Olcsealgaire had not noticed Brendon entering his house as he was too intent on his thoughts. The dark circles under his eyes were more than noticeable as he looked up under his lashes. "Good you got my message. How are you doing?" He eyed the folder with relief knowing he would not have to come up with the design of the stars themselves. The figures he had on the page became detailed but not overly since it was just a layout.

Reaching easily for the laptop he turned the music down but not off. "So you have the 'map' that we are going to use?" He set the brushes down that he had been using but kept the pencil in his right hand and he turned the page in the large sketchbook he had been drawing in. "There are other chairs in the kitchen sorry I did not know when you were coming." His voice was quiet and without emotion as he drew somemore.

The page with the paint on it had different versions of stars on it but the detail even for just stars that were to be seen at a distace was deep. They were not just circles on the page but shaded and he had used different shades to see how it would work against the background he already had. Setting the sketchbook down he looked at Brendon, "I am going to make more tea, would you like any?" He reached for his crutches without a thought and stood slowly. The pain was there if you knew how he hid it.

[mrmillertoyou]

Now What...

[lovelymargo]

  That would give anyone away to be honest but doesn’t it get a bit tiring wearing black when the weather is warm? Oh my gosh that’s gonna look amazing! Specially if you know how to paint. Now I really wanna help but it’ll be better if I have a job that includes just painting a neutral color over the wall since I don’t wanna be the one to ruin you masterpiece.

[mrmillertoyou]

Well no because I am always cold, even in the desert weather I am warm but not hot.  I do not know about know how but I know enough to get by.  You will not ruin it and there is plenty of what you ask about to be done.  The kitchen is from another age I swear, bright sunshine yellow and blood orange.  I think gross is the right word.  I do not think it will be a masterpiece but we will have to see.

[mrmillertoyou]

Tea Time - Closed - Olcsealgaire & Cecily

[gabrielmarchrp]

  Cecily smiled and had to be honest, she enjoyed the taste of such a unusual first name on her tongue. She played it over in her head, wishing to remember this mans kindness towards her. “No tea is fine, I’m greatful you want my company.” She smiled and blinked a few times before catching herself. “I’ll go get out of these wet clothes.” She shrugged and gave a small sight of relief over how easily this had been fixed even with her clumsiness and stupid moves. 

It didn’t take her long to find the bathroom and without a doubt was she happy that she could change and not have to go back to work. The delivery had been the last one for the day and considering how her boss would lock up and she could happily go home after this- She wasn’t complaining about getting something dry on her ski in the meantime. Cecily knew a lot of people would snoop around in others stuff with such an opportunity like this- but she knew as well as anyon else that privacy was something she valued a lot and without a doubt others did too. 

About five minutes later Cecily had dried her hair off and snuggled into the comfortable robe, knowing fully well that this wasn’t how a delivery usual would go. She crossed her arms over each other and headed back into the kitchen, smiling at Olscealgaire. “This tea smells so wonderful, it’s one of my favorites too, even if i’m more of a black fruits kind of tea drinker.” she smiled and gave a small chuckle. The chairs in the kitchen were without a doubt in need of a paint job, but when Cec thought about it- everything in this house more or less seemed able to be painted. Maybe it was a secret talent he had, wishing to be the creator of everything in his apartment and for some reason Cecily loved that thought.

[mrmillertoyou]

Olcsealgaire watched her smile and was wondering what she was thinking about to make her do that. "Well I am going to be rude then and eat in front of you because I have not had lunch at all. You sure you do not want something?" He was digging the refrigerator and pulling out sandwich makings but there was no cheese in the pile. Lettuce and tomato plus turkey and condiments went on the counter as he opened a drawer and pulled out bread that was not in a commercial package but looked homemade. He watched her walk away before starting on what he was doing. The house would soon smell of him toasting the whole sandwich in a pan.

Olcsealgaire poured the tea into the teapot and set everything on the kitchen table. This required him leaving his crutches behind and using the few precious steps he could take in a day unaided. He did not mind as he needed to more and more. Once he had everything on the table including sugar and cream as he had no idea what his guest might want he made himself comfortable in one of the chairs and waited. He had pushed the opposite chair away from the table for her.

He was looking at his phone when Shae returned and he put it aside and looked up. "I am not much for the darker ones but I have tried them at least." He folded his long hands together in front of his chin and watched her closely but without being rude. "I do not have a hair dryer or I would offer." Subconsciously he ran his fingers through his own before pouring her tea. He had waited without annoyance for her to return. "So what do you do when you are not bringing people tea?"

[mrmillertoyou]

Tea Time - Closed - Olcsealgaire & Cecily

[gabrielmarchrp]

  It wasn’t often Cecily stood stunned by someones actions or didn’t have words to utter at ones but this guy- he made her speechless. Maybe it was cruel on her part to simply stand there as he more or less lifted himself down and made it seem simple but even Cecily could see he wasn’t healthy. It was cruel to feel guilt for someone who didn’t want it but through all her years of struggle, Cecily knew sickness. Her father had died of cancer, bone marrow cancer and it wasn’t something she wished to experience again. She always tried to help her father when he was sick, but she had her limits at the age of fifteen, now though? Ten years later? Cecily didn’t reply to what he said in the beginning and the way he moved and did things so easily for her pleasurement and comfort had her amazed. 

 As she stood with the towel and robe in hand she nodded at the gesture of guideance but she couldn’t simply head there without at least give a proper greeting. Cecily followed him into the kitchen and licked her lips before lifting her eyes towards his again. “I would really like to know your name, if I can ask for that. You are being so kind towards me that I don’t want to leave before I at least know that.” She gently said before giving a smile and looking around the kitchen. “I’m Shae, Shae Adams.” It always felt good to know there were people out there who wouldn’t let their issues go into others and for some reason Cecily felt like that was exactly what this man was doing, he was offering a complete stranger a drink of the tea which wasn’t exactly cheap and he had offered warmth and welcome. 

Even with her ways of being clumsy and unlucky, Cecily felt like this meeting was in fact very kind and good, the man she’d brought tea for today didn’t stop impressing her and on top of it he seemed like a true gentleman. So many people always judge a book by it’s cover and Cecily is thankful for that on so many levels considering she doesn’t want her past finding her, but she without a doubt would like something real in her life too. Cecily looked down on herself and the messy state she was in and she somewhat were filled with regret for not taking the opportunity to change before this, but then again she rarely got anything done in the right order.

[mrmillertoyou]

Olcsealgaire did not know why she was so quiet as he moved about carefully. He was not sure if had spooked her somehow or if she was taking his kindness to mean somehting else. He could tell she was clearly thinking about something as she stood silent as he asked her things. He had not put wieght on his right leg at all but that seemed to be the only thing keeping him from moving around unaided.

The dark circles under his eyes betrayed much and nothing at the same time. As she entered the kitchen a worried look bloomed on his face as he wondered if he had forgotten something she needed. Her question however caused his cheeks to redden slightly and he looked at her with almost relief on his face. "I am sorry, I am not thinking and was more concerned about you." He moved to where she was, leaving the tea on the counter. The kitchen was an ugly orange and yellow that he clearly was changing as well by the primer in places on the walls. He offered her his scarred right hand which did not have any paint left on it, "Olcsealgaire Miller." He kept his eyes on her for a few moments before returning to the task at hand. Clearly he had been on crutches for awhile but the wheelchair sat in the corner of the kitchen clearly it was well used.

As she stood there thinking again Olcsealgaire poured tea leaves in the strainer without measuring. "Is tea enough or would like somehting to eat with it." He had forgotten lunch in the midst of working but he did not mention it out loud. "It is nice to meet you Shae. I hope I am not keeping you from something important." His voice was quieter without the music around. He was waiting for her to disappear and get out of the wet things she was still in.

[mrmillertoyou]

Starry, Starry, Night - Closed - Brendon & Olcsealgaire

Once he had the base painted on the ceiling Olcsealgaire had taken a break from painting to work on the bookcases but to call Brendon as well since he had not in too long and he wondered how he had been.  He left a brief voice mail before downing a glass of tea to work on the layout of the room itself and the ceiling.  This was the easy part in his mind as actually painting it laying on his back was going to be more than hell but worth it in his mind.

The next day Olcsealgaire started on the figures on paper but he was also experimenting with the colours and figuring out what would look best on against the background he created.  It had no stars at this point as he wanted it to be somewhat accurate despite the fact he was going to paint fantasy type figures on it.  He was sitting in the only chair in the front room his crutches within reach but he was focused on what he was doing.  The music of choice was light playful Mozart piano sonatas.

The pencil in his long fingers would stop and start with the music giving him almost a comical look as he worked.  The plastic sheeting was everywhere as he did not want paint on the books.  The black eyes were darting over the page quickly as if he wanted this over with so he could start on the real work.  He had not been paying attention to the time or the weather as he tended to do when he was that engrossed in what he was doing.

As the ideas came he scratched them out quickly, littering the page with very different figures but also another page of just colour combinations and the textures he was going to employ.  The room was more than large so he had plenty of space to work with it would be a matter of what he felt needed to be up there.  At the bottom of the page rested a few words but they were not in English for some reason.

Olcsealgaire would not hear the phone as he had the sounds turned down really low and the door was partially open as the paint was still drying in places as he sat there in his black painting clothes hoping he could get this room done as in his mind every room and the outside needed repainting.  It was just that this room would be the most elaborate compared to the others.

[mrmillertoyou]

Tea Time - Closed - Olcsealgaire & Cecily

[gabrielmarchrp]

  Cecily never saw anything wrong with the man or at least not from the distance between them now. He seemed to be one of those few souls in this world whom you rarely knew anything about because he kept himself so locked up in their own little world that no one could ever peek inside and Cecily admired that so much more than many. With her history of falling into a black pit of being afraid of who might find her, it wasn’t too strange to see someone locked up in their own little world.

Cecily blinked a few times and tried to get the books back up but with her clumsy hands nd the tea pressing against her stomach, she honestly couldn’t handle it. “Uhm. I’m from the small cafe down on sixth street- you ordered some tea and I’m somewhat working for the normal delivery guy.” She smiled with a apologetic look upon her face and took the small bag out from underneath her shirt. “It’s raining.” she said as a small apology for why the bag was a little squeezed but at least the content had survived and that was the most important part right? 

In truth Cecily didn’t know what to say, she had for one really been lost in thought when looking at the beautiful painting on the ceiling and she wanted nothing more than to get a closer look, but hey she was simply the elivery girl and asking for something so personal- it didn’t feel right. “You uh- you a painter?” she asked a little shaken and afraid if she’d stepped over her boundries and should simply leave without getting paid or anything because she had more or less violated someones personal space and she hated that more than anything when someone did it to her.

[mrmillertoyou]

Olcsealgaire kept his eyes on her except to carefully rest the brushes on the platform.  He kept them meticulously apart as he watched her fight with the boxes.  "Do not worry about the boxes I have to empty them anyways."  The pain of shifting around to see what had happened was seeping into the quiet unaccented baritone he possessed.  

"I had been wondering when that would show up.  I had not ordered before so I have never seen the other person."  After setting the brushes down he looked at the ceiling for a few moments before shifting himself around so he was sitting on the platform but he had to hunch himself down or he would touch the ceiling easily.  His left leg he let hang over the side easily.  "You are a mess, give me a few moments to get to the floor and we can remedy the problem of your wet clothes.  Would you like some tea?"  

Getting off the platform without really using his right leg at all he would have made a gymnast proud with the way he could move but also the strength he possessed in his upper body.  Once he was standing he reached easily for the crutches that were leaning against one of the bookcases.  "I am sure the tea is fine."  He turned with less pain on his face but it was still there as he looked up at the ceiling from this different perspective and he crunched his harsh features together annoyance on them.  He was trying to figure out what was off in his painting before he starting moving rather quickly for someone on crutches to where she was.

"This is just for a hobby.  I do not paint for other people unless they ask and even then I just give it away.  I will be right back."  He slipped into the kitchen and she would hear him putting the water on for tea before she would hear him on the stairs.  The music he left on forgetting about it as there were more pressing things to take care of in his mind.  Five minutes later he returned to her towels in hand.  "Here dry off so you do not come down sick.  This will be too big but if you want we can dry your clothes while you have tea?"  The terry robe in his hands would not fit him but easily fit her.  It was plain blue but looked new.  "The bathroom down here is through that door, excuse the mess since I have not finished painting in there yet."  He stood there for a moment his eyes looking down at her from under his long thick lashes, "if there is something else you need just ask."  He slipped around her to the laptop to turn the music down to a more reasonable volume before going back into the kitchen.  The grace he painted with was in all of his movements as he went about making the tea.

[mrmillertoyou]

Now What...

[lovelymargo]

  Glad to know I still have my darling memory. [giggles] To be honest I only vaguely remember you mentioning it along with a red color? But if you’re planning on painting your walls, mind if I join you?

[mrmillertoyou]

Well since you have seen me in nothing but black I figured that would be a give away.  Red is all right for certain things but no I am painting the ceiling in the front room to look like a night sky.  The walls in that room I have not decided how they will be yet and if there will be walls left to paint once all the bookcases are done.

[mrmillertoyou]

Tea Time - Closed - Olcsealgaire & Cecily

[gabrielmarchrp]

  Most days Cecily wouldn’t do home deliveries but today had been one of those days where she had to. Mikael had called in sick and with his studies she totally understood why he’d rather be in bed studying for his finals and since the shop was moving slowly her boss would take her part of the day. This time Cecily had gotten a notice from her boss about a home delivery and with her five years of living in Brighton she would be able to find the house- or at least she hoped so.

When she finally had found the house, Cecily was drenched. She hadn’t brought a rain coat and she as usual didn’t have much luck. She looked like a wet dog she was sure and with the lack of cover, she’d hidden the small patched bag of looseleaf tea inside her sweater. She’d tried knocking but the door which was slightly open let out a sound of music which was both soothing and for some reason elegant. Cecily was crappy at this, about being a good delivery man and she definetly shouldn’t simply step into someones house but here she was, doing exactly that. 

It seemed like the house was freshly bought considering the boxes on the floor but Cecily knew the neighbourhood and this place had been empty for a while. She could smell paint as she walked in and she had a small frown upon her face as she tried to see if anyone was there. “Hello?” she said in a too weak voice for anyone to hear and when she finally found the source of the music, her eyes drifted to the ceiling. A man was laying up there, painting and it seemed so peacefull and harmonious. Of course at this exact moment Cecily crashed into a stack of books making both herself and them fall to the floor. A small gasp of air left her lungs and when she looked up, someone was looking back. “H-Hi, I uh- I knocked but no one came and the door was open so I walked in.” she smiled and got up from the floor. She was about to comment about the tea being safe when she couldn’t help herself. “You are a very good painter.”

[mrmillertoyou]

Olcsealgaire's attention did not drift from what he was doing as he switched brushes and hands to add the wisps of hair to the figure that was slowly becoming a mythical horse of some kind.  The whites and greys gave it a nighttime appearance that did not clash with the ceiling at all.  He did not notice the change in the temperature of the air or the movement for a change.

He was not humming to the music at all as his fingers moved with the grace of the music that was playing.  As she spoke the first time it did not really register as he kept going, his full focus on what was before him.  He did shift slightly his long frame too long for the platform so his legs were bent at an odd angle but there was not much pain on his face as he worked.  The black clothes her wore had obviously been worn for painting since they had more colours on them then he was currently using.  His short wavy hair however did not have a drop in it.

The crash within his own home cause him to twist around to the source brushes between his fingers still as he stared at her with concern in his now pained eyes.  "Are you all right?"  He did not seem upset about her being there or the fact she had knocked things over.  "I did not think about it I just wanted fresh air in here."  He did not take his eyes off of her or return to what he was doing.  "Umm..."  He looked away clearly not comfortable with what she said, "...thank you."  

Carefully he twisted himself so he was laying on his left side but looking at her.  "May I ask why you are here?"

[mrmillertoyou]

Tea Time - Closed - Olcsealgaire & Cecily

It was a crummy grey rainy day.  Olcsealgaire was not going anywhere especially since the rain was exacerbating every little ache he had.  Still he did not let this hinder progress on the front room.  The bookcases were not done being stacked and there were still boxes on the floor but one half of the room was draped in plastic now.

'La Traviata' was loudly making it's presence known as the laptop sat on the uncovered side of the room.  Olcsealgaire was twisted onto the rolling platform he was laying on to paint the ceiling.  The layout canvas was sitting on one of the covered bookcases where he could look down upon it easily enough.  His long fingers held the long brushes he was using to create the figures on the ceiling.  The silver-grey-purple of the night sky on the ceiling was dry and he was working carefully since he could not just turn the canvas as he did when painting something smaller.

The front door was slightly open but not enough for anyone to see inside.  The smell of oil and acrylic paint marred the rainy air if one stood on the porch long enough.  The front of the house was a mess of boxes and other paraphernalia of someone having just moved in recently.  The full-size truck in the driveway was not old and did not look like it saw much use.

The busy engrossed man never heard the knock on the door or even remembered that he had ordered things to be delivered.  

[mrmillertoyou]

Ode To Joy - Open

[demetra-bernier-blog]

  As Demetra took a couple more steps into the room so she could get a better look at him she smiled friendly in his direction as she heard the music become quieter as it became a distant sound in the background. It was still soothing as she felt herself swaying to it. ”Good choice of music” she added as she laughed inaudibly, nodding.”Some would say that waiting for paint to dry is boring but I think having a good book is useful for the likes of this” she pointed to the wall. ”I like what you’ve done with the colors I think they are really perfect for the house, from what I could see in the dark halls anyways” she said as she walked over to him. She could see him more now in the dimmed light. He looked relaxed enough in his chair, paint covered clothes and that gave her a different view on the man she’d met earlier the day before. She’d seen him as a strenuous character, a nice man but somewhat reserved. This was nice to see him in a different light. 

Demetra nodded as she looked down at the floor, she let her legs fold beneath her as she took a seat on the floor just in front of his chair. ”I’m glad that I came in at least I can chat too you for a bit before I head back home” she said simply as she brought her knee up, leaning her chin on it. ”I don’t usually just wonder into peoples houses” she laughed as she rolled her eyes at herself. She must have seemed completely stupid for just walking in. Even though he’d reassured her it was OK she still felt it. ”I have no where to be actually-” she said. 

She watched him close the book as she rested her hand out in front of her. ”Do you mind if I take a look at what your reading?” She asked. ”I’ve always been a fan of books, like we spoke about yesterday” she reminded him. She once again glanced around to the books that were around the room. ”This room literally looks like my apartment currently, I just finished reading this book by Tolstoy called Anna Karenina. Was one of the best reads I’ve ever had. It’s a Russian translation” she began to explain, not sure if he even cared about what she was talking about. 

[mrmillertoyou]

"Thank you, I cannot stand quiet or just people talking in the background, I have to have music."  Olcsealgaire's eyes drifted to the book and back to her again.  "Thank you, it will probably take me months to finish but this room should be done in two weeks depending on how much I can do in one sitting.  Laying on your back to paint is not fun."  

He was reading again but only for a moment as if he was waiting for her to speak again.  "I am glad you did too.  Well then, I should make tea at least."  He kept reading however and did not move right away.  The black eyes moved quickly over the page however he was clearly reading right to left.

"No I do not mind but its in Arabic."  He held the old worn looking book out to her.  It had no pictures at all on the cover or within the pages.  "I want the house done but I can only do so much in one sitting right now.  It is more than frustrating but not much I can do about it."  He did get up and slipped into the kitchen.  Most things were put away in this room but there were still a few things on the counters as if he had not decided where they were to go.  "Do you have a preferred kind of book to read?"  She would easily notice that he had books in different languages spread throughout the collection.

[mrmillertoyou]

Now What...

[lovelymargo]

  And here I was thinking black was your favorite color. Why the need for so much grey metallic paint?

[mrmillertoyou]

Well it is, you know me so well.  The new house needs painting on the inside and well I am making my own colours...

[mrmillertoyou]

Now What...

[jfc-lively-deactivated20140816]

  Wouldn’t grey metallic just be silver?

[mrmillertoyou]

No to me there is a difference but then I guess some could see it that way.

[mrmillertoyou]

Now What...

[crimsonwired]

  Well, good for you. I wasn’t looking for grey metallic.

[mrmillertoyou]

I see well it is an odd thing to need but the painting I am doing requires it.

[mrmillertoyou]

Now What...

I think I bought all the grey metallic paint in this town.

[mrmillertoyou]

Ode To Joy - Open

[demetra-bernier-blog]

  She saw him with her green magnetic eyes as they looked over the living room and back to him as he spoke. The words for a couple of seconds were caught in her throat; he looked fine. She looked over her shoulder to the darkened hallway and then back to him. She used her thumb as she threw it to her shoulder pointing in the direction of the door. ”Your front door was open, I could hear your music really loud so I wanted to come and check you were OK” she explained as she dropped her hands crossing them once again over her chest.

The room to her was unfinished but at the same time it already looked nice, the colors used were complimentary to the tones of the house she’d seen so far. Her eyes took in ever detail as she documented them in her memory. ”I didn’t mean to intrude but I would have rather checked than left, if you’d have been hurt I’d have felt bad for not checking” she said with a simple shrug as she turned back to him once she’d finished admiring the room.

”I can leave now if you’d like me too?” she asked as she suddenly felt bad for just walking into his home. She noticed some of the books and the one he had in his hands as she titled her head slightly to see the title. ”You don’t seem angry that I came in her uninvited” she drawled.

[mrmillertoyou]

Olcsealgaire looked up from the book and smiled slightly when he saw that it was Demetra that had invaded his space.  Reaching for the laptop he lowered the volume some so he could hear her easily.  "Well thank you, yes I am all right, just waiting for the paint to dry," his black eyes went to the purplish ceiling, "and trying to figure out what books will be where."  He made no hint that he was going to start working again however as he watched her from under his long lashes.

The walls were painted but nothing like the ceiling as if he had started there and was waiting before he did anything to the walls.  "You are not intruding, I had the doors open, someone was bound to wander in."  He did not sound annoyed at all as he shifted his back in the chair that was built for a normal person not someone of his height or stature.

"No reason to leave unless you have somewhere to be or something more pressing to do than watching paint dry and looking at too many books?"  He really had no idea what she might be doing but he did not mind at all.  Distractions were nice sometimes as he tended to dwell on things that he needed to move on from.  "No reason to be angry at you Demetra,  it is my fault for leaving the door ajar."  He looked at the book for a moment before closing it softly.