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Just a Chance I Take // [Runaway+Kate]
Jun 3, 2016 21:28:28 GMT -5
Post by garnet beauford d8 [earthling] on Jun 3, 2016 21:28:28 GMT -5
NAVYA RHODES
During Kirito's prolonged absence, Navya Sachdeva hadn't let his mansion go to ruin. Even though the walk from her family's apricot orchard was long and hot, she visited the District Center daily. She told herself it was to dust the windowsills, or check the water tank, or weed the garden. But truly, those tasks took her no more than a hour. The rest of the day, she'd simply watch Kirito's house from next door.
After the tsunami, she could have left it, knowing that it was ordered enough, even for someone in recovery. Certainly she had good reason not to venture out the front door; her status as newlywed would have been enough, but she was also suffering through a lingering flu she'd picked up in Four. The fever flushed her head to foot, and she could barely make it through the day without racing for the toilet. Harbinger had been even more attentive than usual, but now that they were back, he had other duties to attend to. She practically chased him out of the house to visit his family. Then, she unpacked the basket her brother had sent over, keeping a third of the apricot jam for herself and dividing the rest into two bags.
They were heavy, awkward and clinked sharply with every step. She decided the fastest route would be from her back porch (and it was so strange to think of Harbinger's home as her own) to Kirito's kitchen. She made it down the wooden steps, through the winding garden path and through the open gate before she had to abandon Katelyn's bag and carry Kirito's. Navya hugged it to her chest as she carefully scaled his identical porch and eased the back door open with the spare key she'd had made. Someday, she'd tell him about that. She might even blame his disappearance. But the truth is, Navya had gotten to know a keymaker during one of her volunteer rotations and, well, she'd always cleaned better than Kirito ever could.
The key stuck a little in the lock. She rattled the handle before it finally gave, her weight too far forward. She stumbled into the kitchen, apricot jam jars bouncing and rolling away from her. They splayed beneath the chairs and table, sticking underneath cabinet doors.
Navya's lips puckered. "Oh, please," she mumbled, as close as she ever came to swearing. She crawled on her hands and knees, sweeping the kitchen for jars. She didn't bother to put them back in the bag; instead she lifted them to whatever counter was nearest. She'd shuttle them all into the icebox once she made she none had spilled orange sugar over Kirito's pristine kitchen.
She was beneath the table, tracking down the last of them, when she heard the floor boards squeak. "Well, it's about time, lazy bones, " she scolded, even as she reached for the jar someone was holding out to her.
Her dark curls fell back first, long lashes lifting, dark eyes last. She froze, half kneeling, at the sight of the girl. "You're not Kirito," she said, in that same scolding tone, before she caught herself. Slowly Navya came to her feet and set the jar on the table. She'd seen plenty of starving people in the district. This girl looked a little thin, a little lost, but she wasn't a thief. At least, she wasn't stealing food. Navya glanced at the door, which suddenly seemed very far away, and then finally looked the girl in the eyes. "What are your intentions here?"
After the tsunami, she could have left it, knowing that it was ordered enough, even for someone in recovery. Certainly she had good reason not to venture out the front door; her status as newlywed would have been enough, but she was also suffering through a lingering flu she'd picked up in Four. The fever flushed her head to foot, and she could barely make it through the day without racing for the toilet. Harbinger had been even more attentive than usual, but now that they were back, he had other duties to attend to. She practically chased him out of the house to visit his family. Then, she unpacked the basket her brother had sent over, keeping a third of the apricot jam for herself and dividing the rest into two bags.
They were heavy, awkward and clinked sharply with every step. She decided the fastest route would be from her back porch (
The key stuck a little in the lock. She rattled the handle before it finally gave, her weight too far forward. She stumbled into the kitchen, apricot jam jars bouncing and rolling away from her. They splayed beneath the chairs and table, sticking underneath cabinet doors.
Navya's lips puckered. "Oh, please," she mumbled, as close as she ever came to swearing. She crawled on her hands and knees, sweeping the kitchen for jars. She didn't bother to put them back in the bag; instead she lifted them to whatever counter was nearest. She'd shuttle them all into the icebox once she made she none had spilled orange sugar over Kirito's pristine kitchen.
She was beneath the table, tracking down the last of them, when she heard the floor boards squeak. "Well, it's about time, lazy bones, " she scolded, even as she reached for the jar someone was holding out to her.
Her dark curls fell back first, long lashes lifting, dark eyes last. She froze, half kneeling, at the sight of the girl. "You're not Kirito," she said, in that same scolding tone, before she caught herself. Slowly Navya came to her feet and set the jar on the table. She'd seen plenty of starving people in the district. This girl looked a little thin, a little lost, but she wasn't a thief. At least, she wasn't stealing food. Navya glanced at the door, which suddenly seemed very far away, and then finally looked the girl in the eyes. "What are your intentions here?"
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