[Lost] Kitchens

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This was meant to be a response along the lines of I know him so well Sophie/Gehenna/Venice, I am not sure that it worked out quite the way I intended, but lslaw liked it so I figured I would post it anyway.  So inspired by annwfyn and lslaw ... (I also have no idea why it strikes through Islaw every time, but its beginning to bug me)


Sophie sat in the kitchen and somewhere, outside, Gehenna worked.  She was technically studying, and Gehenna was technically working.  Of course if the pair got within sight of each other all the technicalities just seemed to disappear out of the window and ‘horseplay’ commenced.  Occasionally they would have restraint, the problem was that they never had it at the same time and each seemed to be able to break down the others easily.  Sophie re-read the paragraph she had read several times her mind instead was on the kitchen in which she sat, where they ate meals (most of them) and cooked together.  It was the place where bags of flour exploded and seemed to only cover her.  It was this kitchen where that first kiss had happened.... Sophie stood up and wandered to the kitchen window and looked out over the farm before stepping outside and climbing up to the roof to look out and just see if she could see him. She couldn’t so she wrapped her arms around her legs and sat and just thought.  

Mostly she contemplated the kitchen and how it had started there and would probably end there.  

At some point, and if she thought about it, not even long or hard, she could pin point it, that moment occurred when she might have lost herself in him, or at least part of herself that forever more would be inextricably linked to the amazing man who was out there somewhere on this small holding.  She wondered if he had similarly lost part of himself in her, she didn’t feel like she was missing anything so something must have filled the gap.  It was moments like this she had the sudden urge to run, that same urge he feared.  Her mind drifted to that conversation where she had accused them of dating and immediately panicked and changed it.  She had said she knew where she stood, she wasn’t under any illusions of where she stood, she didn’t over-estimate it.  He accused her of under-estimating it and she had wanted to cry as a bit more of her slipped over that edge she was fighting against.  And that led her back to thinking about the kitchen.

She lay down to stare at the clouds as she imagined the day Maggie returned.  She imagined the laughter, the meal and that moment of silence when she stepped through the door.  She imagined slipping away and packing her stuff and leaving just as quietly as he rejoiced in his Maggie.  She wouldn’t let him see her leave, she wouldn’t call him, she would leave him to his happiness.  She knew this is what she would do and then she would be happy for the time they had spent together as she vanished from his life.  She had her own she would go and live and somewhere in there would be a man who would turn her head from him.  

She lay contemplating the truths of the matter, they did love each other, but he Loved Maggie, and she knew if asked by Venice, again he would choose Venice first.  It wasn’t a self defeating thought process, just a line of sensible thought processes.  It had the potential to be something long term, and he seemed just as happy for her to not move out as she was to not move, she doubted that distance would make a difference.  She also thought that if she did try to vanish he would just try and track her down, plus knowing her luck she would likely have just re-sworn the oath and so he’d just find her there if she tried to hide.  Something had happened that night and she had a feeling that their lives would always be linked by what ever bits they swapped,  like intrinsically linked friendship bracelets.  

She smiled at the thought of how gentle he was, shivered at the thought of him stroking her ears.  The thought of his hands running though her hair, or the way he combed it after a bath, or a shower, or even after he had found her asleep on her books.  she closed her eyes to listen to the world.  She could make out the thunder of Gehenna’s song somewhere in the melody of the farm, linked to but separate.  The same with the coming spring, he was linked to that too.  She smiled dreamily as the melodies lulled her to sleep there on the roof.  

She felt a pair of arms lifting her as Gehenna’s song thundered against her, through her and found that matching part of itself.  She knew who was carrying her, as she dozed sleepily in his arms, she felt the breeze as he stepped off the roof with ease and soundlessly let them back into the house.  She slowly realised it was darkening outside and she was feeling cooled by the chill but his arms held her secure and warm and she knew where she belonged, for now.

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