Elliot’s wife. Pi blinked as if she hadn’t heard the woman correctly, her gaze blanking out before the brief closing of her lashes covered her momentary confusion.
She was Elliot’s wife!
The thought made Pi smile, the expression dawning like a new day, bright and effervescent, misty dew giving way to warm rays. (or something equally poetic and sappy). Jesus, it was almost an epiphany moment wrapped up in a single second of time and warping itself through Pi’s synapses, firing off in the pleasure centers of her brain.
She was Elliot’s wife.
Her smile didn’t dim at all, (even if she was ridiculously poised to boot it into the elevator in the hopes the door would close before she looked utterly ridiculous). But those words worked like magic, small little powerful nuggets that rooted into her mind and bolstered her resolve. Which was, thankfully for the human female, a somewhat different from the resolve she’d previously had. When she’d first started this rather crazy plan to stalk the person living in Elliot’s apartment she hadn’t considered it ending quite this… nicely.
Pi wasn’t really a good person, but she was trying. She was happy her failures in her attempts in normalcy were witnessed by only her psyche. It seemed these days she was learning the knack of faking it, especially considering her default setting was never so… considerate. Like tonight, in her extended attempt to creep around and spy on Elliot’s tenant.
“Oh.” She replied eventually. Eloquence wasn’t ordinarily her thing, and she had to admit it was taking her brain a little while to fire up and figure out whether she was coming or going. Taking her arm away from the door she quietly made her decision and stepped away from the elevator as the doors (rather prophetically she thought) closed with a swish and hum.
“I didn’t know… you knew who I was. I didn’t want to intrude.” Okay so she’d said that already but really, how else were you meant to react when you got caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Not that anyone else but herself knew she’d just got caught but guilt was still a good motivator. “Sorry, what did you say?”
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"Actually... I don't. Know who you are that is, beyond your name and that you are married to Elliot." She entered her apartment, simply assuming Pi had taken the invite and she moved to the table. She felt a little silly, handing a complete stranger the silver wrapped packages with elegant royal blue bows. Never the less, she gathered the two fragile packages up and walked over to place them on the low coffee table.
"I found out from Elliot that he had married. Then I did a little snooping to find out your name." She chuckled as she confessed her sin to the woman, she had, in a way, been nosing around the woman's private business and wasn't very apologetic about it. She should have been, at least, that was the proper thing to do. But Dhara wasn't always the polite and proper type. She brushed her white hair from her eyes and looked up at the elegant woman. She felt rather shabbily dressed in her long black broomstick skirt and peach colored peasant blouse. For half a moment, she contemplated upgrading her wardrobe. Some one, and she couldn't remember who it was, had suggested she wear pants. But the very idea horrified her. Her eyes moved back to Pi's face and she gave an almost sheepish grin for having let her thoughts wander. "Would you like to have a seat and wait for Ali? You're really not bothering me. Actually you're kind of sparing me from paper work. So thank you."
"I found out from Elliot that he had married. Then I did a little snooping to find out your name." She chuckled as she confessed her sin to the woman, she had, in a way, been nosing around the woman's private business and wasn't very apologetic about it. She should have been, at least, that was the proper thing to do. But Dhara wasn't always the polite and proper type. She brushed her white hair from her eyes and looked up at the elegant woman. She felt rather shabbily dressed in her long black broomstick skirt and peach colored peasant blouse. For half a moment, she contemplated upgrading her wardrobe. Some one, and she couldn't remember who it was, had suggested she wear pants. But the very idea horrified her. Her eyes moved back to Pi's face and she gave an almost sheepish grin for having let her thoughts wander. "Would you like to have a seat and wait for Ali? You're really not bothering me. Actually you're kind of sparing me from paper work. So thank you."
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Pi smiled. She remembered this smile, she usually dug it up and dragged it out to throw at people when they made jokes she didn’t know were funny. Like, this snooping and stalking Dhara was talking about. That hit a bit too close to her own truth and dimmed her smile wattage a bit.
“I shouldn’t….” She was going to say intrude again, but even she knew saying that same phrase three times was mental. Instead she stopped and nodded. “Sure. Okay.”
She admitted she felt a smidge guilty, because the woman in front of her seemed charming and pleasant. (and of course she was charming and pleasant because Elliot rarely took anyone under his wing who wasn’t). She was ll soft and blonde and … soft looking. She had the appearance of the sort of female that needed rescuing. She was the perfect fodder for a husband who had a very hard time not rescuing people if they needed it. He was Mr Galant and he couldn’t stop himself if he tried. She wasn’t sure she would make him either because it was what made him so inherently who he was. It was probably exactly that trait that called him to her.
She was a crazy mix. She was a woman who looked weak, who definitely wasn’t but whose life had created a very damaged woman underneath the tough exterior. Her scars were deep and jagged and sometimes, when she least expected it, they bleed or abscessed.
Like now, with Dhara, when all her insecurities piled on top of one another and made her just a little bit nuts. It made her nutty things. Likes stalking and … snooping.
She went inside the apartment because she was stuck. There was the rock and her hard place called love and obligation and it was squeezing at her. Walls of responsibility moved closer and closer, chasing her down the path that love and obligation expected her to take. She couldn’t run now, and she sure as hell couldn’t bite the human and make her life so miserable she eventually stopped living in Elliot’s apartment (yeah, not her finest plan for sure).
Instead she found herself following the pretty blonde into her apartment and scrambling for words to say that would make it not look like she’d already been here and knew where all her stuff was.
“You’ve made the place look nice and homey.”
“I shouldn’t….” She was going to say intrude again, but even she knew saying that same phrase three times was mental. Instead she stopped and nodded. “Sure. Okay.”
She admitted she felt a smidge guilty, because the woman in front of her seemed charming and pleasant. (and of course she was charming and pleasant because Elliot rarely took anyone under his wing who wasn’t). She was ll soft and blonde and … soft looking. She had the appearance of the sort of female that needed rescuing. She was the perfect fodder for a husband who had a very hard time not rescuing people if they needed it. He was Mr Galant and he couldn’t stop himself if he tried. She wasn’t sure she would make him either because it was what made him so inherently who he was. It was probably exactly that trait that called him to her.
She was a crazy mix. She was a woman who looked weak, who definitely wasn’t but whose life had created a very damaged woman underneath the tough exterior. Her scars were deep and jagged and sometimes, when she least expected it, they bleed or abscessed.
Like now, with Dhara, when all her insecurities piled on top of one another and made her just a little bit nuts. It made her nutty things. Likes stalking and … snooping.
She went inside the apartment because she was stuck. There was the rock and her hard place called love and obligation and it was squeezing at her. Walls of responsibility moved closer and closer, chasing her down the path that love and obligation expected her to take. She couldn’t run now, and she sure as hell couldn’t bite the human and make her life so miserable she eventually stopped living in Elliot’s apartment (yeah, not her finest plan for sure).
Instead she found herself following the pretty blonde into her apartment and scrambling for words to say that would make it not look like she’d already been here and knew where all her stuff was.
“You’ve made the place look nice and homey.”
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She looked around at the decor, most of it second hand but comfortable. Blues, greens, a few tans and beige's. It was almost as if she was trying to channel the colors of the ocean off the coast of Australia. And, in fact, she was, and so was Ali. She smiled pridefully as she looked around again. "Thank you. Ali and I wanted something that reminded us of the beach. Especially with having to be careful about the windows and natural light." She said it casually, because it didn't bother her. After placing her packages on the coffee table, she moved towards the kitchen. "Those are for you and Elliot, it's not much but... well. It's my way of saying congratulations."
She fell silent for a moment, making herself a pot of coffee. Carefully measured water, exact grounds of her favorite dark roast. She placed the carafe on the burner and pushed the button, then turned and leaned against the counter to look at Pi. "Please make yourself at home. Can I get you any thing?" It was an open ended question, she didn't know the woman's path or abilities, however, in moments like these, Dhara would always be polite and offer.
She fell silent for a moment, making herself a pot of coffee. Carefully measured water, exact grounds of her favorite dark roast. She placed the carafe on the burner and pushed the button, then turned and leaned against the counter to look at Pi. "Please make yourself at home. Can I get you any thing?" It was an open ended question, she didn't know the woman's path or abilities, however, in moments like these, Dhara would always be polite and offer.
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