nightmare-in-violet:

wrapped-in-shadows:

Jack was, of all things, not a man who was good at hiding his emotions. Sure, he tried to appear not as nervous as he felt but it didn’t really work. Just looking at his green eyes alone would tell anyone how he felt. Still, he was glad to be meeting a new person. It was a good thing, widening his friendship circle little by little. “Nice t-to meet you too. S-sorry about the s-stutter it just h-ha-happens a bit.” he decided to tell her right off the bat as he held his hand out to her.

Well, that answered that question. Violet took a moment to brace herself, then clasped his hand and gave a friendly, though slightly awkward, shake. “Don’t worry, it’s okay. I understand you just fine,” she said with what she hoped was a comforting smile. “So, you wanna go inside? It’s kinda chilly out here.”

Awkward on both counts since he wasn’t the type to shake hands either. “T-thanks. And sure, y-yes! Good idea. Good idea.” he glanced skywards; there were some clouds overhead and there’d been talk of snowfall. So he walked ahead and held the door open for Violet, and once she was through he followed in after her, rubbing his blue hands together. “I hope you d-didn’t have to come far?” he asked.

nightmare-in-violet:

wrapped-in-shadows:

He’d just been watching a family exit the art gallery when he heard his name being called, and he turned his head to see a dark skinned woman in a headscarf approach. Katelynn had described Violet enough so he knew what to expect, and to look for, and he smiled in what he hoped wasn’t a nervous fashion.

“Miss. Morgan…!” he greeted back as he stood up, grabbing at his backpack straps. “H-hello there!”

The trouble with meeting a mind-reader was that it didn’t matter what face you put on, your true feelings were easy to read. Violet picked up Jack’s nervousness, and it surprised her more than a little. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” she said with a mile. She wondered if he’d go for a handshake – she was still nervous about touching strangers, but she was getting better.

Jack was, of all things, not a man who was good at hiding his emotions. Sure, he tried to appear not as nervous as he felt but it didn’t really work. Just looking at his green eyes alone would tell anyone how he felt. Still, he was glad to be meeting a new person. It was a good thing, widening his friendship circle little by little. “Nice t-to meet you too. S-sorry about the s-stutter it just h-ha-happens a bit.” he decided to tell her right off the bat as he held his hand out to her.

nightmare-in-violet:

wrapped-in-shadows:

He had been surprised when he’d gotten texts from a girl he hadn’t known, because normally clients phoned him, or emailed him when they wanted to do business. Jack then learned the young woman’s name was Violet, a friend of not only Katelynn but Six as well. On top of that, Katelynn had told him, she was a bit of an artist too.

“You two should meet up!” she had said enthusiastically, smiling brightly. “It’ll be good for you to meet someone with similar interests!”

That had been a good point so, going against his normal ways, he had agreed to meet her. Where had they selected? The Metro Art Gallery of course. Jack was waiting outside in his usual dark colored clothes, turtle neck, leather jacket, jeans, shoes and a hat and scarf combo. On his back sat his usual backpack, full of various things though he pulled a water bottle from it and took a swig as he waited for the young woman to arrive.

It wasn’t long before Violet did so, quietly making her way from the bus stop. She didn’t look particularly remarkable – since she’d come here on a free afternoon, she was still dressed in the slacks and blouse she’d worn to work, under a hooded jacket. The only thing out of place was the unusually intense, focused expression on her face.

She was scanning.

Violet sensed Jack even before she saw him. Even if the thoughts were all new ones, the shape of the mind was still distinctive enough – she’d know it anywhere. “Mr. Maple?” Her shoulderbag bumped against her hip as she walked faster.

He’d just been watching a family exit the art gallery when he heard his name being called, and he turned his head to see a dark skinned woman in a headscarf approach. Katelynn had described Violet enough so he knew what to expect, and to look for, and he smiled in what he hoped wasn’t a nervous fashion.

“Miss. Morgan…!” he greeted back as he stood up, grabbing at his backpack straps. “H-hello there!”

He had been surprised when he’d gotten texts from a girl he hadn’t known, because normally clients phoned him, or emailed him when they wanted to do business. Jack then learned the young woman’s name was Violet, a friend of not only Katelynn but Six as well. On top of that, Katelynn had told him, she was a bit of an artist too.

“You two should meet up!” she had said enthusiastically, smiling brightly. “It’ll be good for you to meet someone with similar interests!”

That had been a good point so, going against his normal ways, he had agreed to meet her. Where had they selected? The Metro Art Gallery of course. Jack was waiting outside in his usual dark colored clothes, turtle neck, leather jacket, jeans, shoes and a hat and scarf combo. On his back sat his usual backpack, full of various things though he pulled a water bottle from it and took a swig as he waited for the young woman to arrive.