It had hurt being rejected again for her honesty. Meg had hoped, foolishly, that this time would be different, that her new beau had the open mind to understand her lacking didn’t make her worth any less. With her third attempt now dead in the water she’d been unable to keep it to herself, face giving it all away no matter how hard Meg tried to school her features. Ruth had known the minute he saw her, that sadness in her eyes all too clear to one who’d equally been abandoned more times than he could count.
The rest of her evening was spent at home, repotting plants into larger tubs in an effort to keep busy. She’d tried her best to cheer herself up singing along as she worked, but it felt hollow, especially when glancing around the empty chairs around the table. Lonely. It gave her head too much time to think, to play over the options in front of her. Maybe they had done her a favour? She’d had her doubts with every one of her dates, distracted when a certain member graced the Mess or tavern they were at.
The knock at her door caught her off guard. Eyes glanced at the empty kitchen window, then standing she’d pad over to the other rooms to check before spotting someone's shadow through the glass on her doorstep. Meg stopped dead. No-one came to the front door. Everyone either came through the kitchen window or the bathroom, but the door was only regularly used by her alone. Suddenly one shadow split into two, one half fading away from the door just as she got there.
Surprise was written all over her face soon followed by concern at finding Nairn standing there,
@Nairn
The rest of her evening was spent at home, repotting plants into larger tubs in an effort to keep busy. She’d tried her best to cheer herself up singing along as she worked, but it felt hollow, especially when glancing around the empty chairs around the table. Lonely. It gave her head too much time to think, to play over the options in front of her. Maybe they had done her a favour? She’d had her doubts with every one of her dates, distracted when a certain member graced the Mess or tavern they were at.
The knock at her door caught her off guard. Eyes glanced at the empty kitchen window, then standing she’d pad over to the other rooms to check before spotting someone's shadow through the glass on her doorstep. Meg stopped dead. No-one came to the front door. Everyone either came through the kitchen window or the bathroom, but the door was only regularly used by her alone. Suddenly one shadow split into two, one half fading away from the door just as she got there.
Surprise was written all over her face soon followed by concern at finding Nairn standing there,
Nairn? What’s wrong? You okay? … Is that Ru-?Her gaze switched towards the retreating healer, clueless as to what was going on. Why were they both… well, why was Nairn on her doorstep? Why was Ruth making a run for it?
@Nairn
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