Desmond
Castaway
"See you in another life, brother..."
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Post by Desmond on May 27, 2007 11:46:53 GMT
"Couldn't agree wi'ye more," he said slowly. He leaned forward a little closer than even he would like, let alone Jane, to get a better look at her eyes. He could see them from afar, of course, but he also wanted to admire their colours and depth. They were bright, not like his probably were, occasionally glinting but more than often just a dull sheen. He wanted to comment of them, but it would probably be one of those weak compliments that were so far from "compliment," that it was an insult.
He saw in her eyes, despite the brightness, an undertone that made even his sorry excuse for a life little more than a few worries that a child got before an exam. She was one of those people that kept their chin up when everyone else's was down, and puts other's grief before her own. A new respect for Jane woke in Desmond and he smiled. She seemed to be pretending to be someone whom she wasn't in the past, striving to forget, possibly. He was no psychologist, but it was human nature to receive vibes from others, be it their auras or some other psychic bonding stuff that people would believe in so much. Maybe it wasn't as ridiculous as he thought it. Besides, some pretty odd things had been going on recently, it was harder to believe in fact than fiction.
"Y'have beautiful eyes, has anyone ever told y'that?" he said eventually. He didn't mean to say it, it just slipped out, and he lowered his head and shook it slightly, grinning at his awkwardness.
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Post by Jane on May 28, 2007 20:05:23 GMT
Jane didn't retreat from Desmond's gaze. She doubted he was doing any more than she was, trying to read her. It would probably been more uncomfortable to be under such intense scrutiny had she not had that drink in her system, but as it was Jane simply sat still and allowed Desmond to see her soul if he could. It wasn't like Jane expected him to see much in his state.
"Y'have beautiful eyes, has anyone ever told y'that?" he said eventually. It caused Jane to grin slightly and even brought the red back to her cheeks. She blinked as Desmond looked away and wondered at the compliment. What did he see?
"Not for a very long time, Desmond," Jane answered him. "A very long time..."
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Desmond
Castaway
"See you in another life, brother..."
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Post by Desmond on Jun 4, 2007 16:21:47 GMT
"Ah, yer kidding me right? Why not?" he answered with a smile, but he thought that there was a possibility she may not wish to answer that question. There were a few dozen that he would have liked to ask himself, if he had the courage, and half of those could apply to Jane as well.
"I can't imagine even a passing stranger like me to not notice them," he added with a laugh. He wanted to keep the spirit of the conversation on a high, as it seemed to be ducking and weaving about as it progressed, and it'd be nice to keep it on a tangent. Then again, as with every conversation, the changing mood introduces the speakers to different aspects of each other's personalities.
Desmond thought himself a little strange to think things like that. He could never have a straightforward conversation anymore, and it was apparent.
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Post by Jane on Jun 4, 2007 20:48:18 GMT
Why not?
It was a question for which Jane had no answer. Maybe she was too guarded to let anyone see into her soul. Maybe not. Originally when they crashed here and it appeared they would never be rescued, Jane had opened herself up quite a bit. She made a lot of new friends, even endeavored on a romance. Nothing seemed to work out for her though. Just like life before the crash, but in those times things were much more ... morbid when they didn't work out.
"Thanks for the compliment. Honestly, I'm serious that you're the first to notice in a long time," Jane said at length. She wondered what he saw that she and everyone else around heree seemed to miss. "If you don't mind me asking, why? What did you see besides drab old brown?"
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Desmond
Castaway
"See you in another life, brother..."
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Post by Desmond on Jun 5, 2007 18:25:47 GMT
"Drab, old brown? Well, besides the menagerie of colours that are mixed in there, and most are certainly not drab, I saw...you. Now I know how strange that probably sounds, but that's what I saw. Well, I saw my reflection too, but I'm not important..." Desmond replied, frowning to himself and staring at the sand. It sounded very strange. Stupidly strange. The moment he said it he knew it to be strange. He'd spent far too much time alone and talking with himself, especially in the hatch, that he had partially forgotten how to word things so they made an ounce of sense.
"You know what else I saw? I didn't see just you, I saw another person. The sort of person that is loving, kind and everything that I would like to be. She was hiding behind the first you, but she's back there somewhere..." he added, with an deeper frown than before. He must have sounded even more stupid for saying something like that to her, a grown, adult woman.
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Post by Jane on Jun 5, 2007 18:40:41 GMT
Jane was slightly surprised by Desmond's forthrightness. She hadn't really expected him to honestly say he saw anything but the color. Saying he saw her, who she was, was a little scary... and yet strangely comforting. Someone actually cared to look hard enough to try to discover her. Jane shook her head. It had to be the drink. It was making Desmond philosophical and seeing things.
But then he said he saw another person inside her. Someone loving and kind. Part of that statement really confused Jane because she'd never seen herself as anything but kind to everyone. Then part of it made sense as well. She had become fairly cynical prior to the crash, hardened to life and feeling like she was a curse to everyone she loved. Jane had allowed her less tainted self to emerge after there was no hope of rescue, but over the last few weeks, the woman who she had hardened into had resurfaced under the strain of her friends disappearances. Even their return hadn't shaken her from the facade into which she so easily fell.
Jane's eyes softened again as she returned her gaze to Desmond. She had to admit, he had just broken down a wall of hers without even trying, and Jane felt nothing but gratitude.
"Don't frown Desmond," Jane said as she leaned forward and looked into his face. She gave a lopsided smile and turned his face with a finger to his chin as he had once done to her. "You didn't say anything wrong. In fact, you were probably dead on. Thanks for finding me."
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Desmond
Castaway
"See you in another life, brother..."
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Post by Desmond on Jun 5, 2007 19:51:54 GMT
Desmond let his frown fade, and he replaced it with a grin. He held her hand for a few seconds, before releasing it and raising an eyebrow. "No problem...maybe I should charge the next person to come along, set up a stall or something. "Claim your inner selves here, only one bag of sand." Yeah, sounds good," he answered. He saw that she had thought his reply over very carefully, and he wondered what she saw in herself, as that was what one of his brothers told him once, a long time ago. "It's what inside that counts," he went on, and on. Desmond hadn't really listened back then. A shame, he could have given Jane some good, wise advice if he had.
He looked at her with his head tilted and with wonky sort of smile instead of a grin. He probably seemed like he was waiting and expecting something. He had been waiting for something for three years after all. Anything to happen, anything less hectic than exploding hatches, but more exciting than sitting about doing nothing. He was feeling tired of all that now.
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Post by Jane on Jun 6, 2007 14:57:05 GMT
Jane gave Desmond a full grin when his frown disappeared. He held her hand briefly and Jane wondered for a split second of that time what he was thinking. She assumed nothing and looked at him as a new found friend, which was best for both of them. Jane couldn't let herself go in any other direction with her thoughts, drunk or not, and she got the idea from something Hurley had once told her that Desmond would never go there either. Of course, Jane didn't know what Desmond may be thinking.
I need to stop analyzing everything, Jane told herself and shook her head lightly. I need to let go, open back up and stop feeling so damned sorry for myself all the time. Bad things don't happen to people because you're in their life.
It was a nice pep talk, but Jane knew she had yet to embrace those words as truth. Life had taught her far different lessons. However, Jane never faltered in her grin at Desmond, even as he spoke of opening up a place for others to find themselves. If anything, she'd let her grin grow to a smile. He sat there looking at her so openly, Jane almost hugged him for it, but held back thinking it would be too forward even for her inebriated self. Instead, Jane took her cue from Desmond, trying to lighten things up again.
"Mmm, I dunno, Desmond. It seems to me a bottle of fire water must be involved for this to work. Are you willing to share with so many?" Jane asked, her smile turning a bit sly.
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Desmond
Castaway
"See you in another life, brother..."
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Post by Desmond on Jun 9, 2007 12:17:52 GMT
Desmond was glad, really glad, that Jane had begun to talk to him. If she hadn't, he'd still be sitting here, but with an empty bottle, and awfully drunk because he had no-one to share it with. He'd be staring out at the surf, watching the waves roll in and crash upon the sparkling shores, over and over again. Things drifted in on them, riding them, but reluctantly. Like the raft, and his boat, they just couldn't get off. It was a bloody snow globe, it was that town built in a giant studio that watched Jim Carrey with a thousand cameras. It was the Truman Show. The Others watched them through cameras, and were probably laughing and breaking out the popcorn.
He didn't mean to zone out again, but he had seen that Jane was thinking as much as he was. He wondered if his power extended to a bit of mind-reading. That would be interesting, but maybe even that would tire itself out eventually. Besides, Jane probably didn't want him to know what she was thinking. When she spoke, he looked around and then smiled again, breathing a laugh.
"Now y'say that, I think I'd like to keep it all to m'self, because I'm a selfish bugger, really," he answered, "That way, people can beg for it, and there's nothing like a bit of island, idolizing worship to make a day complete. I can see it now, all the girls in grass skirts, drinks with curly straws and little lemons, we could dig up my record player from wherever it landed and play some great seventies tracks. Now that's what life on this island is supposed to be like!" he added with growing enthusiasm.
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Post by Jane on Jun 11, 2007 7:46:51 GMT
"That was your record collection?" Jane asked a little more sure of herself. "I have to say it was a little old, Desmond. I think you're dating yourself," Jane chuckled. She insinuated he was old by her comment but she in no way thought of him as such. It was strictly meant to be a joke and hopefully Desmond would see that even with the alcohol in him.
"But now grass skirts, that could be fun. I think you should get to making those right away. All of us girls need one, but you can make mine first," Jane teased. "I like making fashion statements."
Jane leaned back again and looked up at the clouds. It was such a tropical paradise. Jane wondered why it had to be marred in so much mystery and death. She took a deep breath and sighed thinking again of the grass skirts and tropical paradise. "Think I could pull it off? Make it look good enough the other girls would beg you for one of their own?" she asked and turned her head.
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