Post by Bridge Delacroix on Dec 11, 2016 21:16:52 GMT
Bridge looked back at Ella Fisher with a smile when she assured them she was "Fine."
The blonde nodded lightly and rubbed her palms against the front of her jeans while she watched the younger woman. She could she her attention waning as the three of them stood there. Her fidgeting began to increase, first with her anxious eyes, then her body too became bouncy.
The blonde was grinning when her own looked between the two with a natural speed of someone used to being surrounded by a person of such energy. The blonde believed herself to be much like Ella, and the feeling had only grown since the first time she had treated her in the medical center. Since then, she had seen her on a handful of occasions.
And yes, she was like Bridget in her youth. Ella was like a living, breathing blonde ball of energy. A little ray of sunshine that refracted and bounced off anything and everything.
"Well," Her eyes settled for a second on Daryl Dixon as she inhaled. He, unlike Ella, did not posses that same bright vivaciousness. He just looked distant and disinterested; on the verge of irritated.
The blondes lips parted and she inhaled sharply. She meant to speak, but her mind held her tongue while her eyes caught shape his outline, changing her words entirely.
"I'll leave ya' to it then." She smiled a smile that lacked conviction. Bridge still seemed unsure of herself in regards to this strange man; the one reminiscent of 'Long Ago...Who Knows.'
She let out a long sigh and deflated in slight while turning to Ella. A knowing smile openly appeared on her face and her eyes were equally mischevious. They passed the blondes shoulder and rested around a corner that led to a sideyard Bridge was well familiar with. There was easy access to the second story of the home on the right. From there on, the second level of the tightly crammed homes and mature trees nestled between made for much in the way of 'play space.' Ella probably would have enjoyed it up there.
Her eyes held a focused stare on the corner. They creatively suggested Ella head over that way. "Try not to kill yourself." She deadpanned playfully and began to make her way back toward the medical center.
She began to cross the street and looked back for a brief moment at where the three of them had stood. Her mind was thinking about Ella, hoping she wouldn'tkill herself and harboring a small smile knowing the girl wouldn't. She wondered what and if Ella would have a story to tell after the fact or anything worth speaking on at all. Bridget was curious to find out.
Then there was Daryl; the man who reminded her of her past. Of a man from her past; she knew it evoked positive feelings. It was as if she had some vague sort of respect for him, based on nothing at all. He was closed off and grouchy. What was there to like, except that his acceptance here was merely an indication that he had proven his worth. His actions had proved he was a man of moral character, even behind the stony exterior.
It was a hasty assumption, but one she made nonetheless. So her eyes set on him for a moment longer. Then one more moment, perhaps one that was too long, because she felt a sudden flutter in her stomach and she knew herself to be blushing.
The blonde waved and a weak "See ya," came from her mouth that was followed by a shy smile before returning to the medical center to see if anything else needed to be done.
(BRIDGE OUT)
The blonde nodded lightly and rubbed her palms against the front of her jeans while she watched the younger woman. She could she her attention waning as the three of them stood there. Her fidgeting began to increase, first with her anxious eyes, then her body too became bouncy.
The blonde was grinning when her own looked between the two with a natural speed of someone used to being surrounded by a person of such energy. The blonde believed herself to be much like Ella, and the feeling had only grown since the first time she had treated her in the medical center. Since then, she had seen her on a handful of occasions.
And yes, she was like Bridget in her youth. Ella was like a living, breathing blonde ball of energy. A little ray of sunshine that refracted and bounced off anything and everything.
"Well," Her eyes settled for a second on Daryl Dixon as she inhaled. He, unlike Ella, did not posses that same bright vivaciousness. He just looked distant and disinterested; on the verge of irritated.
The blondes lips parted and she inhaled sharply. She meant to speak, but her mind held her tongue while her eyes caught shape his outline, changing her words entirely.
"I'll leave ya' to it then." She smiled a smile that lacked conviction. Bridge still seemed unsure of herself in regards to this strange man; the one reminiscent of 'Long Ago...Who Knows.'
She let out a long sigh and deflated in slight while turning to Ella. A knowing smile openly appeared on her face and her eyes were equally mischevious. They passed the blondes shoulder and rested around a corner that led to a sideyard Bridge was well familiar with. There was easy access to the second story of the home on the right. From there on, the second level of the tightly crammed homes and mature trees nestled between made for much in the way of 'play space.' Ella probably would have enjoyed it up there.
Her eyes held a focused stare on the corner. They creatively suggested Ella head over that way. "Try not to kill yourself." She deadpanned playfully and began to make her way back toward the medical center.
She began to cross the street and looked back for a brief moment at where the three of them had stood. Her mind was thinking about Ella, hoping she wouldn'tkill herself and harboring a small smile knowing the girl wouldn't. She wondered what and if Ella would have a story to tell after the fact or anything worth speaking on at all. Bridget was curious to find out.
Then there was Daryl; the man who reminded her of her past. Of a man from her past; she knew it evoked positive feelings. It was as if she had some vague sort of respect for him, based on nothing at all. He was closed off and grouchy. What was there to like, except that his acceptance here was merely an indication that he had proven his worth. His actions had proved he was a man of moral character, even behind the stony exterior.
It was a hasty assumption, but one she made nonetheless. So her eyes set on him for a moment longer. Then one more moment, perhaps one that was too long, because she felt a sudden flutter in her stomach and she knew herself to be blushing.
The blonde waved and a weak "See ya," came from her mouth that was followed by a shy smile before returning to the medical center to see if anything else needed to be done.
(BRIDGE OUT)
