I Would Have Followed You Anywhere

He had always dreamed of being a hero. She had never once dreamed of being a princess. But, as fate would have it, he was made her hero and she his princess. An Independent RP/Ask blog for OC Dorinda Iversen. Tracking the tag:                                        mrsofthesouthernisles                                                

[okay]

I hope one day you wake up not bearing that heavy feeling anymore.

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Nobody Else But You

[friendofhorses-archive-blog]

Dorinda laughed lightly, her gaze falling downward as she felt her face heat up. She smiled at him kindly as he helped her to her feet, not realizing she was still holding onto his hand as she said, “Well one can never be too careful. I’m Flora, Flora Matthews. And you are?”

Phillip smiled at her laugh, gently squeezing her hand as he said “It’s a pleasure to meet you Flora. I’m Cole Morris.” He was glad that no one else had brought their attention to their run in.

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

“Cole Morris,” She repeated dreamily, still shaking his hand. “What a wonderful name.” She held his hand for a moment longer before realizing what she was doing and nervously laughed, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry I ruined your meal. Please, let me buy you another breakfast. One I won’t be wearing this time, hopefully.” 

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Start From Scratch

[chronicpaper-deactivated2016122]

“He’s fine, don’t worry about him.” Chase focused his attention away from the substances he squished into his pocket. The past few years had taken a toll on him. He had nothing when he came here and then started a business. It wasn’t legal, but he still did it. It helped him gain a comfortable life.

“I moved here six years ago. How did you forget that?”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

“Well he didn’t look fine,” She countered, looking in the direction he had run off in. “And believe it or not, it’s a little more difficult than you might think to keep up with you after you disappeared and stopped returning my calls.” She smirked and chuckled to herself. “You even unfriended me on Facebook.”

She let out a sigh, and look him deeply in the eyes before genuinely asking,  “What are you doing here, Chase? You used to hate the city.”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Play Me A Song, Piano Man

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

She started to pick up speed now, playing a much more complex, upbeat tune. She started to stand up, pushing the stool back with her feet as she felt her body move in sync with her music. Dorinda smiled wider and wider, letting out a few laughs as she dabbled with the instrument. She was so immersed in her song, that she did a little twirl, only to let out a frightened yelp at the sight of someone watching her in the doorway.

“What,” She gasped, tried to catch her breath and compose herself. “What are you doing here? No one even comes to this wing, it’s been vacant for years. Everyone knows that,” She shook her head, putting her hand on her chest in attempt to calm her heart rate.

“Are you a transfer or something?”

[chronicpaper-deactivated2016122]

Russell admired the way she moved. He wished he had some rhythm, but he loved watching someone move perfectly to the beat. It was majestic. As she turned around gasped, He gripped the sides of his bag and gave her a shy smile. “I was just looking for a place to eat.” he shrugged.

The man laughed at the idea of being a transfer student. There was no way he was going to college. He didn’t have the money for it. “Uh no, I’m the landscaper. “he pointed to the window where some flowers were planted. “Just making the college a little more green.”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

“O-Oh.” She murmured before scrambling to gather her books and hoisting her bag over her shoulder, preparing to get out of his hair. “Sorry if I set up camp in your spot.”

“You know, you look awfully young to be a landscaper. What made you want to go into that line of work instead of school? ” She shook her head, realizing how rude she must sound to ask something so personal of a man she’s never even met. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that. My name’s Dorinda. It’s, um, it’s nice to meet you.” 

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

What Could’ve Been

Dressed in her white padded uniform and her helmet draped over her head, Dorinda practiced her Passata Sotto and her Remise  with intense power as she anxiously waited for her new student to arrive. It felt...odd staying in the palace again after so many years away, yet incredibly familiar to her. She hated how she always felt nervous when she was here, as if it hadn’t been her home for over a decade. She felt like a stranger, even though she knew it was only because she had become one to this family.

She let out a gasp when the doors finally opened even though she expected it, and men who she only could imagine were guards escorted the princess to her presence. “Your Highness,” She bowed, putting her sword behind her back. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Dorinda Iversen, and I’ll be your new instructor.”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Start From Scratch

Dorinda thought she had hit rock bottom the last time she went to a rave, only now she truly believed she knew what rock bottom was. Or, so she thought.

Walking back out onto the busy streets of the city dressed in sweats and her hair sloppily tied back, woofing down the 59 cent burger she had just scored from the greasiest fast food joint in town, she shamelessly inhaled her sandwich, too starving to wait and find a place to sit down and finish her meal. She felt a bit of ketchup smear itself onto her upper lip, but was too distracted by the man she saw just a mere few feet away from her to notice. “Nick?” Her eyes widened in disbelief. 

“Nicolas Riffle? W-What are you doing here?”

Okay, now she had hit rock bottom.

[chronicpaper-deactivated2016122]

Chase was talking to a man. He was angry that he didn’t have the correct amount of money to offer him. Upon hearing his name, he pushed the man away, giving him one last angry threat to give him his money by Friday then turned around. He tensed up. That voice was familiar. He hadn’t heard it in such a long time.

His face fell upon turning around and seeing that face. He missed seeing that face. “Dorinda?” He quickly pulled his hood down and stuffed some items into his jean pockets. “What are you doing here?”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

“O-Oh my God,” Dorinda sputtered in a confused manner, jogging a few feet as she watched the man he just shoved run down the street away from him. “Was that guy alright?” She watched him stuff his pockets with his fists, her eyes flicking from them to his eyes. “What’s in your hands?” She asked, naively.

“I-I live here now,” She shrugged nervously, offering him an awkward smile. “I just moved here a few months ago...I’m kinda looking for a job...” She felt her cheeks heat up, feeling ashamed that this was how he would see her again. She felt like some rat on the streets, ravaging for anything she could get in this city. She didn’t want anyone from her past to see her like this, ever, especially him, looking as handsome and dashing as he’s always been.

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Play Me A Song, Piano Man

If you were ever looking for an escape on this campus, the music hall was the perfect paradise for someone, Dorinda mused as she set her bag down and gently took her seat at a piano. Coming from her advanced calculus class, she could no longer ignore the headache protruding from her forehead and the tension in her whole body from the stress. She felt a sense of comfort wash over her as her delicate fingers glided across the keys, stretching over the notes. She relished the feeling of her heart skipping a beat, loving how fluttery she got right before she started playing. She gently pressed the keys, first only a few very slowly, but soon she found herself tapping them with a fury only a true appreciator of percussion knew how to do.

A smile spread it’s way across her face as she finally felt the rest of her body relax, grinning from ear to ear as the playful tune filled her ears and empty room she found refuge in. Well, almost empty.

Dorinda was so caught up in her music, that didn’t even the notice the sound of the door slowly creaking open.

[chronicpaper-deactivated2016122]

Russell gazed up to the sky. It wasn’t a bad day to landscape, but his forehead still collected sweat. The college had hired him to plant flowers and construct an area where students could relax. It wasn’t difficult since it was Russell’s passion to plant.

After four hours of working, Russell slipped his gloves off and wiped his hands on his pants. He grabbed his small cinch bag and made his way inside. The hallway was quiet. Russell never went to a public school, but he knew this was just odd. As he walked past a classroom, he heard a beautiful tune. 

Slowly, he cracked the door and peered in. The room was full of instruments, but there was only one person. His lips curled into smile.

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

She started to pick up speed now, playing a much more complex, upbeat tune. She started to stand up, pushing the stool back with her feet as she felt her body move in sync with her music. Dorinda smiled wider and wider, letting out a few laughs as she dabbled with the instrument. She was so immersed in her song, that she did a little twirl, only to let out a frightened yelp at the sight of someone watching her in the doorway.

“What,” She gasped, tried to catch her breath and compose herself. “What are you doing here? No one even comes to this wing, it’s been vacant for years. Everyone knows that,” She shook her head, putting her hand on her chest in attempt to calm her heart rate.

“Are you a transfer or something?”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

In A World Of My Own

Exactly how much did Dorinda know about the western part of the world. Not too much, she mused as she trudged through what seemed like an endless canyon. She loved to travel, she really did, but hot, rocky wastelands didn’t do her any favors as she dragged herself across the land in her layers and layers of petticoats and skirts underneath her dress. 

Even though she knew she only had to make it across the canyon to arrive at the colony she was sent to inspect, the distance just seemed to be getting longer and longer with each step she took on the hot, dusty ground. Dorinda sighed as she tightened her satchels over her shoulders and prepared herself to start climbing down into the ravine, but her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when the ledge she had been standing on caved in beneath her feet.

She let out a scream, and desperately clawed at anything part of rock she could grab as her body scraped down the side of the gorge, blood covering her hands, making it harder to get a good enough grip. She managed to hold herself on a tree branch on the wall of the canyon, as tried to calm her lathered breathing as she racked her brain for a way out of this. Dorinda looked down over her shoulder and shuddered, clenching tighter to the branch that she knew was going to break in just a matter of time.

She whimpered, panicking. “H-Help!” She croaked, her voice weak. “Somebody…please! Help me!” She knew it was highly unlikely for anyone be even miles near her, but she didn’t know what else do when she was hundreds of feet above the bottom of this pit.

[littlecrxxk]

The gorge could be a dangerous place as Little Creek remembered the previous run through he had when Spirit and himself were chased all the way through the canyon. He happened to be out there riding a different horse that was a buck skin on a test ride of sorts after working with him. It was during that ride he heard a scream and a yell for help that he turned and urged his horse toward the yells of help.

He dismounted quickly with rope in hand only to look to find a woman who was in trouble hanging onto a branch. “Hang in there I’ll get you up. When I give you this rope, get it under your arms and over you so you are secure enough to get pulled up!”

The native man worked quick lowering the lariat rope he had with the loop left wide open for the woman to do with as she wished. He only hoped she could secure herself to be safe with the rope once the branch snapped away. Little Creek would not let a woman die if he could help it, or anyone who needed help really. With a hold on the rope itself, he stepped back enough to find a sturdy boulder to use as a pulley of sorts to walk the rope around it to help add support to the rope itself once it was secure.

“Let me know when you are ready and I’ll pull!” he shouted so she could hear.

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Dorinda hardly expected for someone to actually show up after she had cried out, the likelihood of someone even being in a two mile radius was nearly impossible, so she had almost accepted her fate of falling off the side of this canyon. She let out a shaky breath upon him lowering the rope to her, continuously muttering “Thank you God, Thank you God, Thank you God,” under her breath, as she could hardly believe she could be this lucky. 

She scrambled to wrap her shaking hand around the rope and tried desperately to drape it over her waist. If it wasn’t for her shaking hands, she nearly had it completely secure, but the branch she was clinging to broke beneath her and sent her spiraling down. Dorinda let out a scream, but was shocked by the tug of the rope she still grasped in her hand. “C-Can you pull me up?” She croaked, trying to yell. Dorinda coughed violently, the dust from the gorge filling her lungs. “I can’t get it over my head...I-I’m too weak...” Her voice fell to a whisper, starting to give up. 

Dorinda shook her head, trying to shake herself out of the trance she was falling into. She yelled again, with more power and determination this time. “P-Please! Just pull, I can hold on, I promise! Just hurry!”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Ghosts From The Past

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

She could’ve sworn her heart got caught in her throat at the sight of him. She looked ragged, maybe even ill, but she still felt a sense of comfort when she looked into his eyes. Those seemed to be the only thing about him that remained the same, no matter who he became or what he did. That didn’t make his comments any less offensive, however.

“What kind of sexist nonsense is that? Is that a threat?” She scoffed. Normally she’d be a lot more welcoming and gentle towards an old friend, but after months battling storms and sea sickness, she was a little more than just worn out. “Hans, I’m not here to play games with you. I come with important news,” She tried to tell him, regaining her composure.

“Your father…He…” She let out a sigh and shook her head, not knowing how she should approach this with him. “He’s very sick…”

[deceptivereflection]

So many retorts he had about his supposed ‘sexism’ (even though he was actually genuinely worried the crew might do such a thing) the sinister smile that came with his plotting fell. When he heard those words. The king…sick?

“Y-you must be joking. As if that man could ever get sick. I’ve spent years of my life with him and not once did he ever succumb to something so petty like illness.” He barked at her. “If this is your way of bringing me back, you are failing.”

Oh how he remembered how his father—no, the King, he promised himself he would NOT call him father— had called him and his brothers stupid, weak for falling ill. As though succumbing to it was a sign you were but filth. A person who does not deserve to live if you were sick. And how hypocritical he was for praising doctors and healers around the isles for their abilities when he in fact loathed their ability. Perhaps it was the warrior within him, the one that cannot accept anyone who could undo the damage and destruction he can unfurl.

Oh how cruel irony is. And how sweet this revenge.

“You’d better go now. You wouldn’t want your beloved king to die, don’t you? What use is there telling me this?”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

“As if I would care that deeply about convincing you to return,” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Don’t flatter yourself. I work for your father, not you, and I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t absolutely urgent.” Something about his new behavior never failed to make her blood boil. She remembered the kind, charming, charismatic Hans she grew to know and love growing up, but this man...Why, is was like speaking to a complete stranger. A proven dangerous, unstable stranger at that.

Dorinda let out a sigh, already growing exhausted from this conversation. She knew this wouldn’t be easy--because Hans never made anything easy--but she truly did care for the king after all he had done for her and her family, and if his last wish was to see this youngest son before he passed, she would do anything in her power to get him there. 

“I-It’s agonizing to watch, Hans... The doctors call it Schizophrenia, and they claim he’s had it for years, but was never diagnosed until it was already too late for the treatment to make any difference.. It’s...It’s like his mind is literally falling apart, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it...” She took in a shaky breath, getting choked even thinking about someone so close to her being in so much pain, but refused to let a monster like him get the privilege of seeing her cry. 

“It’s not my place to tell you what he wants to say, it should come from him, but I promise you he only wants to fix things, Your Highness. I understand you’re angry with him, but you can’t honestly say you’d rather let your pride win over having a moment like this with your father before he might pass,” She tried to reason.

[starsinxhereyes]

Treaties

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Dorinda’s heart skipped a beat when the water took the form of a human, a woman. Her eyes widened and she inhaled sharply, grasping onto Axel’s arm with a death grip. He returned the favor by wrapping her arms protectively around her and stumbling back a few feet in surprise. They both took a moment to not say anything, just stare in awe at the sorcery they saw before them.

“…Do we answer, or do they?” Axel whispered.

“I think they do,” Dorinda whispered back. “Um…Queen Ava, Prince Castor, what shall we say now?”

[starsinxhereyes]

Castor glanced at Dorinda and Axel, shaking his head before looking back to the woman. Ava kept her eyes on the woman and the woman only looked at her. 

“Yes,” Ava responded.

“Then you will tell a secret that no one else knows,” she said.

Ava always hated this part. Sharing secrets wasn’t exactly her most favorite thing to do. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes before opening them. “I hated my adopted family for months after they adopted me,” she said. obviously this wasn’t the deepest or darkest of her secrets. But it would do to serve the woman.

The sprite nodded and suddenly vanished, the water splashing back into the pond. The water drained and left a scroll, that despite being in the water, remained dry. Ava reached down and picked it up before turning to the group. “Well…here it is,” she said and held it out to Dorinda and Axel. 

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

“Thank you, Queen Ava,” Dorinda said sincerely as she took the scroll in hand. “And not just taking us here, but for saying what you did. Your honesty and courage is very admirable.”

Axel took a moment to study the scroll over his partner’s shoulder, but his face soon contorted into a confused and lost expression. “Um, excuse me...Your Highnesses? I’m afraid neither of us can read in Miridian,” He laughed lightly, finding the situation funny that they even tried to decipher the text in the first place. “We could use some assistance, if you don’t mind.”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Ghosts From The Past

Whoever said women couldn’t make good detectives, they sure as hell had never met someone like herself. 

She could see his ship from here. He was a mere few yards away. After spending weeks, months, searching for someone she felt like she didn’t even know anymore, she could hardly believe she had finally, finally, found him after all this time. Dorinda hadn’t even spoken to him in years, but now her ridiculous mission was coming to an end. She found him.

Dorinda jumped down onto the main floor of her ship and pulled the wheel to her right with all her strength, making a sharp turn. She got her ship as close to his as she could, and laid down a single plank in order to cross over to his deck. She quickly ran across the board, feeling her heart beat against her rib cage rapidly as she nearly dangled above the sea. “…Uh…Your Highness?” She asked softly, with no answer. P-Prince Hans? Are you there?” She called, this time a little bit louder as she wandered around the ship. “Hans, it’s me. It’s Dorinda Iversen, from home… I don’t suppose you’d remember me, but… I’m not here to hurt you. I…I just want to speak with you.”

With still no answer, she let out an annoyed sigh, growing impatient. “Do you know how long I’ve been searching for you? At least have the decency to answer me.”

[deceptivereflection]

He heard her but he didn’t want to open. Perhaps it was foolish, silly, crazy, but how could he talk to the woman now? Months he had been at sea, battling the wind and the water, the cold and the heat, with tasteless food and warm beer and yet in those months he was free. Away from his family and his past. If she was here, it must’ve been on orders from the king. Since leaving, he refused to call him ‘father’.

But he thought back to how cowardly his actions are right now and with hesitation he opened the door. His face was lined with stubble and his hair was a mess but that wasn’t his concern right now.

“You know, it’s bad luck for women to be on board a ship. Not unless they’re naked. So for your dignity and my pride as a gentleman, I think it’s best you move along, Dorinda before my crew decide you are rather unlucky.”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

She could’ve sworn her heart got caught in her throat at the sight of him. She looked ragged, maybe even ill, but she still felt a sense of comfort when she looked into his eyes. Those seemed to be the only thing about him that remained the same, no matter who he became or what he did. That didn’t make his comments any less offensive, however.

“What kind of sexist nonsense is that? Is that a threat?” She scoffed. Normally she’d be a lot more welcoming and gentle towards an old friend, but after months battling storms and sea sickness, she was a little more than just worn out. “Hans, I’m not here to play games with you. I come with important news,” She tried to tell him, regaining her composure.

“Your father...He...” She let out a sigh and shook her head, not knowing how she should approach this with him. “He’s very sick...”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Start From Scratch

Dorinda thought she had hit rock bottom the last time she went to a rave, only now she truly believed she knew what rock bottom was. Or, so she thought.

Walking back out onto the busy streets of the city dressed in sweats and her hair sloppily tied back, woofing down the 59 cent burger she had just scored from the greasiest fast food joint in town, she shamelessly inhaled her sandwich, too starving to wait and find a place to sit down and finish her meal. She felt a bit of ketchup smear itself onto her upper lip, but was too distracted by the man she saw just a mere few feet away from her to notice. “Nick?” Her eyes widened in disbelief. 

“Nicolas Riffle? W-What are you doing here?”

Okay, now she had hit rock bottom.

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Play Me A Song, Piano Man

If you were ever looking for an escape on this campus, the music hall was the perfect paradise for someone, Dorinda mused as she set her bag down and gently took her seat at a piano. Coming from her advanced calculus class, she could no longer ignore the headache protruding from her forehead and the tension in her whole body from the stress. She felt a sense of comfort wash over her as her delicate fingers glided across the keys, stretching over the notes. She relished the feeling of her heart skipping a beat, loving how fluttery she got right before she started playing. She gently pressed the keys, first only a few very slowly, but soon she found herself tapping them with a fury only a true appreciator of percussion knew how to do.

A smile spread it’s way across her face as she finally felt the rest of her body relax, grinning from ear to ear as the playful tune filled her ears and empty room she found refuge in. Well, almost empty.

Dorinda was so caught up in her music, that didn’t even the notice the sound of the door slowly creaking open.

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Class Dismissed

Dorinda sighed as the professor declared their lecture over, getting up to gather her things and head off to work. She started making her way down the stairs of the auditorium when her heel had gotten caught on a young man’s briefcase and tripped, her books and pens scattering everywhere. She let out a gasp as she hit the ground, which soon turned into an irritated groan. “Who  seriously leaves their bags in the middle of the aisle?” She grumbled, looking up to see the man whom the briefcase belonged to. “Are you kidding me? Are you not going to help me up or even apologize? Who do you think you are?”

[ask-prince-vikram]

Vikram was packing his things away into his book bag until he turned away for a bit, leaving his book bag onto the ground before he heard someone let out a groan and curse him. He laughed amusingly, looking down at the girl. Her chocolate brown eyes were so beautiful, almost intoxicating. The girl herself was beautiful indeed. 

He smiled down at her, flashing his teeth and now helping her up. He gave no importance to what she said because otherwise he would care, but he doesn’t.

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

“Oh, wow. What a gentleman,” She scoffed, rolling her eyes. She expected him to say something–anything–but he still didn’t utter a word, just flashed that cocky smirk of his and continued staring. Dorinda looked at him in awe, her mouth slightly agape, as he still didn’t say a word after all she had said. “Do you even speak English?” She snapped.

[ask-prince-vikram]

The young Vikram stood up with his book bag before still giving her that cocky grin of his. She was so beautiful. He didn’t know what to say. Gladly, he snapped out of his trance and finally said something than standing there and being an idiot. “I am sorry about that. But you should really  watch where you are going, miss.”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Her mouth immediately dropped. “Me?” She nearly shouted in disbelief. “You’re the one who left your bag just lying in the middle of the floor. Honestly, how inconsiderate can you be?” The first words she hears this guy say, and this is what comes out? “Seriously, who the hell do you think you are?”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Ghosts From The Past

Whoever said women couldn’t make good detectives, they sure as hell had never met someone like herself. 

She could see his ship from here. He was a mere few yards away. After spending weeks, months, searching for someone she felt like she didn’t even know anymore, she could hardly believe she had finally, finally, found him after all this time. Dorinda hadn’t even spoken to him in years, but now her ridiculous mission was coming to an end. She found him.

Dorinda jumped down onto the main floor of her ship and pulled the wheel to her right with all her strength, making a sharp turn. She got her ship as close to his as she could, and laid down a single plank in order to cross over to his deck. She quickly ran across the board, feeling her heart beat against her rib cage rapidly as she nearly dangled above the sea. “…Uh...Your Highness?” She asked softly, with no answer. P-Prince Hans? Are you there?” She called, this time a little bit louder as she wandered around the ship. “Hans, it’s me. It’s Dorinda Iversen, from home... I don’t suppose you’d remember me, but... I’m not here to hurt you. I…I just want to speak with you.”

With still no answer, she let out an annoyed sigh, growing impatient. “Do you know how long I’ve been searching for you? At least have the decency to answer me.”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

In A World Of My Own

Exactly how much did Dorinda know about the western part of the world. Not too much, she mused as she trudged through what seemed like an endless canyon. She loved to travel, she really did, but hot, rocky wastelands didn’t do her any favors as she dragged herself across the land in her layers and layers of petticoats and skirts underneath her dress. 

Even though she knew she only had to make it across the canyon to arrive at the colony she was sent to inspect, the distance just seemed to be getting longer and longer with each step she took on the hot, dusty ground. Dorinda sighed as she tightened her satchels over her shoulders and prepared herself to start climbing down into the ravine, but her heart nearly jumped out of her chest when the ledge she had been standing on caved in beneath her feet.

She let out a scream, and desperately clawed at anything part of rock she could grab as her body scraped down the side of the gorge, blood covering her hands, making it harder to get a good enough grip. She managed to hold herself on a tree branch on the wall of the canyon, as tried to calm her lathered breathing as she racked her brain for a way out of this. Dorinda looked down over her shoulder and shuddered, clenching tighter to the branch that she knew was going to break in just a matter of time.

She whimpered, panicking. “H-Help!” She croaked, her voice weak. “Somebody...please! Help me!” She knew it was highly unlikely for anyone be even miles near her, but she didn’t know what else do when she was hundreds of feet above the bottom of this pit.

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Mamma Bird//Laura and Dorinda

“Here, let me get that for you…” Dorinda mumbled as she reached over a short woman in the grocery store who was struggling to get a specific brand of coffee off the top shelf. “Here you go,” Dorinda gave her a warm smile and handed the container to her. “You’re family must really like their coffee black; that’s a pretty big package you got there.”

 She cocked her head to the side for a short moment. “I…I’m sorry, but have we met before? You look really familiar and I can’t seem to place my finger on why…”

[laurabcrton-moved]

The pregnant mother had been busy since the Avengers arrived in her home. Deciding to go to a bulk store, she bought two grocery carts worth of stuff, Cooper helping his mother out in the best way possible. When she was helped by a stranger, she smiled brightly, taking the large box. “Yeah, that they do…” Laura out the item in her cart before looking to her, studying her before shaking her head. “I’m not sure, maybe you know my kids or husband?”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

“Well that depends,” Dorinda smirked jokingly. "Who are your kids and husband?“

[laurabcrton-moved]

“Well, my husband is Clint Anderson…” She had to lie, considering she didn’t know whom to trust and plus Nick enforced her to live the Alias life. “My children including this little one are Cooper, Lila and Nathaniel.”

[mrsofthesouthernisles]

Dorinda immediately looked up from reading her tea’s ingredients and stared at her. “Clint…Anderson, you say? You’re right, I have met your husband. Although, last I remember, he went by a slightly different last name.” She hadn’t seen Clint in years. He had laying quite low since the whole Pietro episode occurred. She had been worried about him, and his family, but never thought she’d see his wife at the local Walmart. “…How is Barton, anyway?”