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Bran Davies ([personal profile] theravenboy) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-10-17 08:45 pm
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Bran Davies arrives with a heavy knapsack and, of course, his harp. He is wearing the raven jacket Ako gave him, over a white sweater and white jeans.
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[personal profile] creator_raven 2005-10-18 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
Also, if one was not paying attention, one would think the raven perched on his shoulder had also entered with him.

Raven is quick, when he chooses to be.

"Bran. It has been some time, I think."
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[personal profile] creator_raven 2005-10-18 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
Raven caws a laugh, and drops from Bran's shoulder.

"I like the jacket, I think. It is very pretty. Particularly the likeness on the back."
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[personal profile] creator_raven 2005-10-18 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Raven beams.

"I do know her, yes. I like her, I think. It is good gift, that. She has taste."
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[personal profile] creator_raven 2005-10-18 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Well enough, I think. Restlessness comes and goes, perhaps. Yourself?"
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[personal profile] creator_raven 2005-10-18 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
"That is a very pretty non-answer, I think. Might I use it, sometime?"

Raven raises one eyebrow, slightly.
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[personal profile] creator_raven 2005-10-18 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
Raven snorts, and settles himself on the arm of Bran's chair.

"Well. What brings you here today, then? Is that a question to be answered?"

The look on his face is a teasing one, perhaps.
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[personal profile] creator_raven 2005-10-18 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Quiet can be good, yes. It can also be disturbing."

He smiles, wryly.

"I find myself fond of noise, I think. It is a thing."

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
The girl with the dreamy gray eyes at the window turns at a glint of gold out of the corner of her eye, and a radiant smile beams at him.

Anne waves, and uncurls herself gracefully.

"Hello, Bran!"

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
It looks...well, it looks...Anne blushes, and looks away for a moment, before turning the brightness of her smile on him again, standing to greet him. She's been unpinning her hair absent-mindedly while reading her book, and much of it flows loosely down her back to glow in the firelight.

That jacket really does look absurdly good on him.

"How are you? That's a very nice jacket you have."

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
She looks at him closely, but decides not to question for now, and instead sits, gesturing for him to join her, if he'd like.

There's a moment of awkwardness, before she smiles brightly again.

"Do you like pie?"

...Likely not the question he was expecting.

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
She raises her hand with a smile, palm to him.

"One moment."

There's a swirl of skirts and red-gold hair, and she's running lightly up the stairs, coming down a few moments later with a plate. With pie. Apple, to be precise--which she hands to him with a smile, and sits once again.

"Amy and I baked," she says, by way of explanation. And in her experience, pie, if it doesn't heal, at least helps most wordly ills.

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you," she says, resting her chin on her hand and curling her feet up under her.

"Amy had never baked before, and we had ever so many apples--there's an apple tree out in the woods, you see, she and Gil and I went to gather them--so we decided to make pie."

She watches him with a small smile, though it is not from amusement.

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
The pause is noticed. Anne does not miss much, when it comes to what Bran is doing, it must be said.

A tiny frown appears between her eyebrows, but she speaks lightly enough.

"Not very, which is why it was good for Amy to learn with. Haven't I told you about Gil before, Bran? Or maybe I didn't mention that he is here, now?"

She can only think that he didn't recognize the name.

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
She bites her lip, the frown deeper, but the image of his strained smile comes back to her and she decides not to argue, this time.

She'll take it up with Gilbert later.

"There are two parts," she says, lightly. "The crust, and the filling. The filling is made first, or by someone else, of apples and sugar and spices and a bit of flour and butter--and when the crust is rolled out, it's placed into the pans and filled. Another crust goes over it, and slits are cut to let them steam escape."

She smiles, slightly. "It isn't very interesting, unles you happen to enjoy baking."

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
"A very good reason," she says, laughing a bit.

"I learned how to cook very early on in life, but for the longest time I was terrible at baking. I once flavored a cake with liniment instead of vanilla, and it was the most terrible thing."

Gray-green eyes consider the leaping patterns in the fire for a moment before she looks back at Bran.

"Luckily, I love baking, and learned from my name and varied mistakes."

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
"It certainly can be," she says seriously, while gray-green eyes dance at him.

"Luckily for you, there's nothing wrong with that pie at all."

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Normally, it would be. But something is wrong, and Anne knew it from that one smile when he'd entered.

Cheer fades from the gray eyes, and the smile from her mouth. She begins to reach out, thinks better of it, and catches her hand back to her lap instead.

"...Bran?" Her voice is gentle. "I wish you would tell me what it is that's wrong."

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Without thinking, her hand comes to rest lightly but warmly on the nearest of his, and the gray of her eyes darkens with sympathy.

"I never met her," she says, softly, "but I've heard of her, and I'm so sorry, Bran. Terribly so. Did--"

She hesitates, but continues gently.

"It doesn't seem as though anyone knew it could be so dangerous here. Your father is right to worry, I think, but it's a hard thing to tell anyone, especially someone who cares for your safety and worries for you. What did he say when you told him?"

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Anne feels a momentary twinge of guilt for the spark that passes through her at the feel of Bran's hand entwined with hers, but lets it go, for now.

"That's worse, sometimes," she says, soft. "Marilla scolds when things are not important, and is silent when they are. And Matthew never scolded at all--only looked terribly disappointed. And that hurt worst of all. Do you think he will be angry with you, for coming back here?"

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
"I understand."

She thinks of a woman growing a bit older and a bit grayer, with the same small bun of pulled back hair, sitting alone on the porch of a rambling house.

"Perhaps he could come with you, sometime, to ease his mind a bit? But perhaps that wouldn't help. Even people here are worried. I'm worried, and so are my friends."

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Of course," she says, a trifle sadly. She's never had a father to worry over.

"He's your father. It would be terrible to see someone you loved like that be injured in any way."

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
Her answering smile has a note of gratefulness in it.

"Amy? She's one of the kindest girls I know, and a very dear friend. She helped me ever so much when I was here alone, you know."

She thinks, her eyes shining fondly.

"She's strong, and sweet, and charming. She knows how to dance and how to embroider, and how to peel an apple in one strip. I don't know what I'd have done, without her here."

[identity profile] avonlea-girl.livejournal.com 2005-10-18 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
"She's one of the very best friends I've ever had," Anne says, earnestly. This list also includes a made-up girl in a window.

"And I know she liked you, when you met. I really was terribly glad to hear it."