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Word Count: 522
Notes: This is an extra prompt that will count as my "writer's choice" spot in the center of the game card. Or, as I've been calling it, "Cait's Choice". XD The characters are Gwen from the Regacy, and Delalli (simself) from my OWBC. Totally AU and just for fun.
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“I like your dress.”
Having been spoken to, Gwen looked up at the woman sitting across from her. She had been trying to avoid looking at her because the young woman’s attire was so ludicrous as to almost be offensive to the senses. She had even wondered if the woman might be a circus performer or, worse, that she was insane. In that case it was sensible to avoid eye contact. But now that she had been addressed directly she would have to be polite.
“Thank you. You have . . .” Gwen looked at the woman’s clothes and winced inwardly, “. . . a lovely complexion.” She smiled at her own cleverness at avoiding the subject of that ensemble.
“I’m Del,” the woman smiled shyly, plucking at her own fingers, “Hey, do you know why we’re here?”
Gwen blinked. Del had not even waited for her own introduction before changing the subject!
“I do not. I was simply told to wait here for further instruction.” She watched Del nod and look at her hands again.
“You may call me Gwen,” she finally said when she realized Del wasn’t going to ask. Del only smiled. Gwen was starting to feel awkward in the silence and decided to try to keep the conversation going. “I hope you do not think this rude of me, but I was wondering if by chance you happened to be a Simself.”
“I am! How could you tell?”
“Oh, call it intuition.” Gwen was actually relieved to discover this. Simselves were eccentric, to be sure, but being in the company of one was far more desirable than being alone with a lunatic.
“You are married?” Gwen nodded towards Del’s hand where a gold band shone on her finger.
“Yeah,” Del’s face lit up in an almost attractive way, “He’s so awesome. Actually I thought he might be here too, but it’s just you and me for some reason. Are you married, too?”
Gwen smiled, “Oh yes. He is - how you say it, ‘awesome’ as well. A little boyish at times, but he is endlessly entertaining and devilishly charming. He makes me laugh.” Gwen felt her cheeks warm.
“Wow,” Del said, “He sounds like he’d get along really well with Olie!”
Gwen cocked her head, “Pray you repeat the name. My silly ears heard you say Olie.”
“Oh, yeah,” Del shrugged, “It’s a weird name. It’s actually short for Olivet. Like the French cheese. What’s your husband’s name?”
“This is the most extraordinary coincidence!” Gwen felt strangely shaky for some reason, “My husband is named Olivet as well! He does insist that I call him Olie. It makes him uncomfortable when I address him as Mr. O’Leery."
Del’s green eyes went cold as they bored into Gwen’s, “What.” It was not a question. Then Del’s voice rose, “O’Leery too?!”
Gwen’s mouth dropped open at the unspoken revelation they had both just been slammed with.
Just then the door swung open and Olivet Cendre O’Leery walked in. It took all of two seconds for him to completely assess the situation. He went pale.
“Oh crap.” Then he turned around and walked out again.
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on 2012-10-09 08:53 pm (UTC)So funny, how on earth would he start explaining it all to them?!