Thread: A new land, a new life, a new love. (Shiningknight x MercuryRisen)

colorFFCC99The door would not open after Elliots knock. Not the first time, nor the second time and any clever man would accurately be able to come to the conclusion that no one was home. Thunder boomed in the distance, and out here in Maple, Montana, thunder was loud echoing off of the mountain ranges and reverberating down in the valley. Somehow, even when the storm was miles away, it sounded as though it were right overhead. Most outsiders flinched their first few storms in Maple, but after a while you get used to it. Then, as if there were someone high above were cupping their hands under a faucet and then just letting it go, the skies opened and rain dumped over Maple. Elliots only shelter being the porch of these strangers ranch house, had little option on where to go. Luckily for him, it was just a heartbeat later that a beat up old Chevy began rumbling its way down the long dirt driveway. From a distance, two figures could be seen in the cab of the truck, and it was nearly palpable in the air that they had not been expecting company. Potholes in the driveway rocked and bounced the slow moving truck, but eventually it made it up to park right next to the steps leading up onto the porch. From Elliots perspective he would easily see the hunched, small figure of an older woman in the passenger seat. The woman was looking at Elliot and speaking excitedly to whoever else it was in the cab, gesturing up to the porch and him, quite casually. Then, suddenly, a blur of red plaid, blue jeans, and olive skin came running around the front of the truck and opened up the passenger door while gesturing to Elliot from the bottom of the steps. Dont just stand there! Open up the door! Her voice was sharp with command, leaving Elliot no room to deny the order. The younger woman took the older woman by the arm and helped her exit the truck keeping one hand on her arm and the other supporting her back. Alright, Nana, be careful. The steps are slippery, She murmured in a much softer tone, kicking the trucks door closed behind her as she lead the woman up the steps and to the porch. The woman who had been affectionately dubbed Nana was just beaming at Elliot gripping the bannister with one wrinkled, gnarled hand and holding fast to a small, dainty purse with the other. She was dressed in what could only be described as a nightgown, with hair as wispy and white as moonlight. Well thank you, young sir! She cooed as the younger gal lead her into the now open house, nodding at him before she reached forward for the couch that was nearby. Once settled, she waved the younger woman away from fussing over her. Ill be fine, dear. Go offer that man some tea. Saying something softly, but firmly, under her breath to her Nana, the younger woman turned around and faced the stranded man in her doorway. She stood quietly for a heartbeat, really seeming to weigh his worth as he stood there before she crossed her arms and canted her head to the side. Thank you. Would you like some coffee or tea? A bizarre thing when in a small town A strange man can show up on your doorway, and instead of asking him who the hell he was or what the hell he needed, you ask him if he would like something to drink. color