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Mar. 14th, 2012 10:07 amIt strikes Ellen all of a sudden, as she's sitting on the front steps of her hut - she hasn't truly allowed herself to dwell in the disappearance of yet another friend. She hadn't been as close to Ianto as others - she'd only just started to get to know his wife - but she'd started to consider him as something more than a casual acquaintance, and to find out he's one of the more recent to have vanished - it's leaving her somewhat at a loss.
The puppy she's adopted from the newest litter born on the island is doing more to lift her spirits than she originally realized. He's playful, sweet, and follows her just about everywhere she goes - which is probably a good thing, since he's not completely hut-trained yet and too little to be left alone. He'd been nameless for a couple of weeks before she decided to name him, and since Zeus is often affiliated with justice, it feels like an amusingly appropriate moniker. He's tired out from an afternoon of playing fetch on the beach and sits curled up at her feet, one paw lightly twitching as she runs her fingertips through his soft fur in a repetitive movement.
Her thoughts turn to Matt, after a moment, and the accompanying pang in her chest surprises her more than her thinking of him to begin with. She doesn't want to turn into one of those clingy women who absolutely needs to see the person she's slowly becoming more and more involved with every single day, but in the wake of recent disappearances, maybe he won't hold a visit against her. She leashes Zeus up - he might not need the leash to stay close to her, but it's getting late and she doesn't want to let him run too far in the dark - and takes the path up to his hut. She might not need an excuse for a visit, but she's still trying to come up with one anyway as she knocks on the door, listening for any sounds inside.
The puppy she's adopted from the newest litter born on the island is doing more to lift her spirits than she originally realized. He's playful, sweet, and follows her just about everywhere she goes - which is probably a good thing, since he's not completely hut-trained yet and too little to be left alone. He'd been nameless for a couple of weeks before she decided to name him, and since Zeus is often affiliated with justice, it feels like an amusingly appropriate moniker. He's tired out from an afternoon of playing fetch on the beach and sits curled up at her feet, one paw lightly twitching as she runs her fingertips through his soft fur in a repetitive movement.
Her thoughts turn to Matt, after a moment, and the accompanying pang in her chest surprises her more than her thinking of him to begin with. She doesn't want to turn into one of those clingy women who absolutely needs to see the person she's slowly becoming more and more involved with every single day, but in the wake of recent disappearances, maybe he won't hold a visit against her. She leashes Zeus up - he might not need the leash to stay close to her, but it's getting late and she doesn't want to let him run too far in the dark - and takes the path up to his hut. She might not need an excuse for a visit, but she's still trying to come up with one anyway as she knocks on the door, listening for any sounds inside.