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Anne Boleyn ([personal profile] ensorceler) wrote in [community profile] paradisalogs2013-05-04 05:05 pm

i know how to dance;

who; anne boleyn & the once-ler
what; bitchslapping and/or drinking, who knows!
where; room 1620
when; may 4th
rating; pg

Anne could scarcely believe some of what she had read on that woman's 'journal entry', if it could really be called that. Useless screeching more like, and on a day Anne could barely tolerate her own dear friends. But it had not all been for shame, since she had learned some interesting news. Some of what had been hinted at before, but never really explained. It only sparks Anne's curiosity.

She has to laugh when she passes the door in the hall next to hers, and after staring at it for some time, decided to see just where that man is. He has not been responding over the journal since, and she's irritated that she has to seek him out. But she requires some work to be done, and he is the best she knows.

She carries a small basket with her at her sides, violet skirts ruffling with each step she makes in the tower. Anne doesn't even bother to knock, why would she, just opening the door and waltzing in while calling out her presence, since there is no proper usher to handle this for her.

"Master Once-ler, I hope you are decent enough for a queen's presence."
whichwayyoulean: (Which everyone needs)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-05 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
The Once-ler hadn't been expecting visitors. Or...perhaps in one way, he was expecting the wrong sort of visitor. When the door opens, he's hiding away in his workshop, trying to keep his mind busy so it doesn't have to focus on the fact she has come here. So he doesn't have to try to sort through his own thoughts and decide exactly how he feels about his mother arriving here.

When he hears Anne's voice, he very almost scuttles away deeper into his workshop. But he knows that won't exactly deter her, so with a sigh, he puts down his tools and steps out into the main living space.

"Probably not, it depends on what you consider 'decent'."

He sure doesn't look that great. A couple of days of not sleeping and hardly eating will do that to a person.
Edited 2013-05-05 00:25 (UTC)
whichwayyoulean: (So now our friendship can begin)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-05 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
He runs a hand through his hair in a pathetic attempt to tidy it up.

"...Sorry. It's been a rough few days."

That was the understatement of the century. Still, he IS hungry, but it's the fact she's brought him a birthday gift that surprises him. Sure, she said she was going to give him one, but a small part of him doubted her, a fact he feels a twinge of guilt for, now.

He picks up the shirt, feeling the fabric between his fingertips, a ghost of a smile appearing on his face. Wow, that was something she put time and effort into. Just for him.

"...Thank you. That's...it's really something."
whichwayyoulean: (What have I done?)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-05 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
That's about as grand as the Once-ler gets. When he's truly being sincere, at least. He glances up at surprise at her request though.

"...Now?"

But that would involve taking his current shirt off.
whichwayyoulean: (So unsure right now)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-05 07:15 pm (UTC)(link)
That much, he is forever grateful for. He doessn't even comment on that jibe to his weirdass body structure, instead, he sighs, heading off towards his little bathroom.

"Okay, I'll be a sec."
whichwayyoulean: (Lost what I never had)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-05 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
There are certainly a few curiosities there, a few inventions brought over from the workshop scatter the place and a small porcelain creature that could be a dolphin sits on a shelf. With the Once-ler out of the room, the unlesses-es that follow him around fade away, as if they were never there at all.

When Anne speaks, however, there is a clatter from the bathroom. Oh. Oh hell. That wasn't good. The Once-ler remains where he is, taking his time before answering her, staring at the closed door.

"Oh," his voice sounds hollow. "That's... well, good luck with that."
whichwayyoulean: (Nothing is going to get better)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-05 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
He keeps staring at that door, not moving just yet.

"You, trust me, you need all the luck you can get," he lets out a steady breath, trying to gain some level of calm in his head again. "Have you met her?"
whichwayyoulean: (Whatever will become of me)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-05 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a hard question to answer. He still loves his mother, perhaps more than anything in the world. He still wants that love returned. Because that was supposed to be the bond between a mother and her child, right? Unconditional?

...And yet at the same time he knows that she doesn't care about him. Not really. That all this hoping is futile and he should know better. He should know better than to hope at all, much less put it in his mother's hands again.

There's a soft slumping sound from the bathroom as he sits on the floor, watching an unless write itself by his foot. Deep breath.

"She's my mother," he answers, then realises he needs to add more. "Maybe she just needs time."
whichwayyoulean: (Regret every day)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-05 09:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He's silent, for a long time, trying to think of a response that's not a lie...either to her or himself.

"I don't know," he finally manages to get out. "I wish I knew, but I don't."
whichwayyoulean: (I'm going to be quietly startled now)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-05 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He glances up at the closed door, at the words forming on the wood. Unsure, after all, there could be any umber of ways to 'create some use' for his Mom.

"...What do you mean?2
whichwayyoulean: (Who cares)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-05 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
He never expected that as her response, really. To have what he wanted from his mother...

No one could give him that, not even the Queen. Well, she could, but it likely wouldn't be real. No. As much as he wanted it, he knew he wouldn't get his mother's love. There's another shuffle as he finally gets to his feet.

"I don't think you can give me what I want from her," a pause. "I'm not even sure how much I want it any more."
whichwayyoulean: (Which everyone needs)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-05 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"I've been trying not to think about it at all, actually," he heaves out a sigh. "It would mean actually facing her...dealing with her. After everything that's happened."

He gives a sad sort of laugh.

"And she doesn't even knew she's done it to me. Either she's not from that time yet or the castle made her forget."
whichwayyoulean: (The Man I Became)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-05 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"I couldn't lie to her, even if it would have made her still...I don't know, pretend she was proud of me," he stares at that unless. "It wouldn't have been right to those I hurt."

He turns to look at the door, to the sound of her voice and falls silent, digesting what she said. He doubts anything would impress his mother. He'd given her the world on a silver platter, and it still hadn't been enough. He doubts anything ever would be.

"...Ma doesn't respect many people."
whichwayyoulean: (Let me show you my hope)

[personal profile] whichwayyoulean 2013-05-08 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
There's some more silence, before he eventually comes out, and hey, he's wearing the shirt at least, smoothing it out.

"It's pretty cool."

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