My mind spun as I followed Dougie,
too much hitting me at once. I was
disappointed about Alex, a fierce stab
that made me ashamed. He was hardly
my first priority, but common sense
had always had very little to do with
that man.
shoving aside disappointment only
left room for confusion, however,
as I tried to understand how my
brother's disappearance could have
any similarities to this place. We
were at least three states away, and
who knew how many miles.
then there was dougie himself. He jangled
in my head like a broken bit of glass. He
seemed absolutely normal, the dougie I'd
always known; but then there would be a
moment, just a flash, and it was like a
darkness crawled behind his eyes. There
was a sorrow there, something endless
and aching, a wound that bled raw.
It was the strangest thing, but, even now,
walking right behind him, I felt if I reached
out he wouldn't be there; that my hand
would pass right through him. It was a
cold feeling, and i tried to tell myself it
was simply the chill of the house settling
into my bones.
We came to a set of large, heavy doors that had been left cracked, a warm light flowing through
them and into the hallway. Dougie shouldered one and it moved easily, Eerily silent on it's huge
hinges. It seemed like something that big should make noise. I crept around the door, feeling like
a child beneath it's height, then stood on the threshold, stunned.
The largest fireplace I'd ever seen outside of pictures graced one side of the room,
a fire just as large burning in the center. The furniture was all antiques, while the
room itself was something straight out of an 1800s painting. I felt under dressed,
as if I should be wearing layers of petticoats and calling for afternoon tea.
Strangely, Dougie didn't look at all out of place at all, though he wore only
jeans and a t-shirt. Privileges of ownership, I guessed.
How on earth do
you afford all
this?
I found myself still
afraid to set foot in
the room. The carpet
could not possibly be
original, but it blended
so well to the rest of
the decor, I was
afraid to step on it,
afraid of marring
its antique surface.
Dougie glanced at me
hovering in the doorway and motioned for me to
come inside, that crooked
grin once again appearing.
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I love the tiny details in the scene (I'd point them all out, but I like them all and they'd take too much space) and your amazing writing. I also love how the captions overlap for easy reading!
April 2nd
I lovvvveeeeeee that grin!
Feb 3rd
Well, you're more than compensating for that Kat! This is great! My hat's off!
August 8th
This is GREAT!
July 30th
I love the whole scene! Glad I could help!
July 28th
My thanks to Sonea for the blueprints for the wonderful chairs! This is another strip cut short by lack of ability to position the characters, sorry.
July 25th