#Death and the Maiden|Damon and Beth

[brooklynislandgirl]

@smolcuriouskitten {{xx}}

Blessed are the ignorant. With her hearing disorder, Beth doesn't catch the vocal misstep, so similar to her own name that that is how the partial word registers in her mind, which itself is far more interested in the way he suddenly....looms. But she is nothing if not polite and she is used to being usually the smallest person in the room. "Pleasure to meet ya, Damon," she murmurs in return, that little smile bright and welcoming. Some people are said to be full of life and in Beth's case, this is literal. A preternatural force of vitality flows through her and radiates outward like light and heat flow from the sun. Abruptly Damon excuses himself and she does nothing to try and stop him. It's good to have a moment to gather herself together. Most of Beth's days are a matter of routine, the ins-and-outs of people struggling with the demands of making a living in a city like New York, and still trying to take care of themselves, their children on very limited funds. Most of her work is preventative; check-ups, colds and scrapes and casts. More serious things she refers to Sacred Heart with an assurance that the bill won't be an issue. Maybe this is the Universe's way of telling Beth that she needs to come out of her shell, connect with the eternal flow of change and growth. Before she can explore the idea further, Damon returns. With permission given, Beth makes an apologetic nod and holds up a delicate finger. Her phone out in one swift movement, she sends a text. There's Callie ~his given name Calhoun~ who lives in the building and has a spare key to let himself in, usually to take care of Houdini when she's running late. She tells him what to pick up and where to bring it. There's the promise of a little pocket cash as recompense for his time. "Done an' done. Should be here very soon. An' again I am so sorry for da misunderstandin' Mistah Richards." Phone back into it's pocket, she settles tiny hand in his and gives it a surprising shake for its size. "D'you have a preference f' lunch? Dere's an incredible diversity here. Italian, Jamaican, Indian...."