Doors and Windows
Nov. 13th, 2011 12:40 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
velesdonnersen[Tarvek has watched the amazing parade of people marching through Ilsa's house, eating her food, chatting with her. She's such a well-loved lady, with so many friends. He considers her queenly, regal, a hostess and a sheltering friend.]
[He helps her clean up, after people go, putting leftovers-- what few there are-- into the strange plastic storage containers. (He "burps" them, just as she taught him. He always laughs when he does it.] They wipe the counters, prepare things for tomorrow's meals. When they've finished... there's no sign of Egon. He looks at Ilsa, and says, softly,]
Do you want to go for a drive? It's been a hard day.
[He helps her clean up, after people go, putting leftovers-- what few there are-- into the strange plastic storage containers. (He "burps" them, just as she taught him. He always laughs when he does it.] They wipe the counters, prepare things for tomorrow's meals. When they've finished... there's no sign of Egon. He looks at Ilsa, and says, softly,]
Do you want to go for a drive? It's been a hard day.
