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Jonathan Ford ([personal profile] freedhunter) wrote2012-11-15 07:13 pm

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Going to the mall during the busy hours probably hadn't been the best of ideas, Ford thought as his wife and him were making their way through the crowds, bumping shoulders with passerby's ever so often. He was mainly just annoyed, but he worried about her. Crowds and Darcy had never been the best of combination. Though as far as he could tell, she was holding up okay. Comparing her now to the woman he had first met was like comparing night and day.

Still, they had some shopping to get done, shopping they had been putting off for long enough already. And it had to be now, if they wanted to get home to have dinner at any sort of suitable hour, and go out stargazing later in the evening like he had promised her they would. It wasn't often that he agreed to go out and do that with her, so now that he had promised he wanted to keep that promise.

But it was still crowded. And loud. And annoying and frustrating and full of idiots and... And crowded.
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[personal profile] ocdarcy 2012-11-15 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Darcy was not a fan of crowds. She never had been. At least now she didn't have to feel like she was being bombarded with every emotion that could possibly exist, instead she just didn't like tight spaces. She stuck close to Ford's side and knew that this was only going to last as long as they took to shop. She was very well organized when it came to finding what she needed and getting out. Sadly she also had fairly expensive taste in certain things, but that wasn't the point.

Ford had so gracefully agreed to stargaze with her. She never could get him to agree with that and usually he only came outside to grab her when she'd been sitting around on her own. Typically he was wondering if she was going to come to bed any time soon and she'd ask him to sit with her and he'd make a face and that was that. This time he agreed and she was holding them to that.

If only they could figure out what direction they were going...
Darcy wasn't letting herself focus on anything but her path, but then there was the sound of sniffling and it didn't just sound like some kid crying over mom and dad saying no to the toy they saw in the window. She opened herself up a little, directing it and realizing that this was a kid that was scared.

"Jonathan, wait..." she stopped dead and grabbed his arm. Looking around in the mall she tried to figure out where it was coming from. Darcy started the direction of the crying and found a little boy, face red with tears and terrified. He was hiding by a wall near one of the ridiculous planters the mall insists on having indoors. Darcy crouched down to the little boy's level; he couldn't be much older than three, with big pouting brown eyes and dark hair.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly. He didn't respond.