Adieu

A Different Point of View (Dezmond)

From context it was pretty easy to guess what was about to happen by the time the call had finally finished. Her exasperation clear, however, Dezmond didn't need to have known her for her entire life to know this threw a curve ball into her day. Yet from her side looking to him, excitement was clear in his eyes and written over a wide smile. "Wonderful~"

The time in the story was nice. Mickey had been a good deal more reclusive for a while now do to her illness, and because of that it did mean Dezmond saw Mrs. Macy a good deal less than he was used to. It was hard to watch, at first. The rate in which tragedy struck was staggering, and it felt as though the family was actively being attacked. Around Dezmond he'd felt lost, and at times hopeless. He knew everything had a plan, but even now while walking through the Market with Michayla he wondered if things could just be wrong. After all, was he supposed to be talking to her while shopping about stories from the house she grew up in? What was the plan in that?

By the time they'd arrived, Michayla would start to get used to having an Angel more or less acting like a ghost at all times wherever she went. Through walls, doors, and even cars as a means of exiting. A clear reminder that he would not be seen, or heard, so she should be wise to chose when engaging with him. A challenge for her, while he would have his own. For example, he's used to just reacting to things that happen as though he were invisible, and this included things he'd say. Biting his tongue the moment Theresa was aware of their presence, Dezmond just began to walk around the room and inspect all the little changes that'd occurred since he'd last been here. The sweet voice was always nostalgic, ever since Michaylas father passed Theresa has been a reminder to the Angel. A reminder of his end, and the rich life he lived. A truly humble family with good values and nothing but love in their hearts. Love for nature, love for music, and love for one another.

Looking from the book that was sat down to Mickey once she sat down, Dezmond simply moved to sit across from her in another wicker armchair - Hoping Theresa planned on returning to her chair should she come back and not force him to relocate. "People change." Would be his response, a bit of wisdom as he himself pondered on how it could be interpreted.

"This house, for example. It has had very few renovations since you'd been in it. This reading room is my favorite change of all the ones that took place, but there is still a lot that hasn't changed. The garage is still a clutter of storage, for example." After he let out what sounded like a slightly sarcastic example, a quiet chuckle would sound from Dezmonds chest. "Do you remember every spring Michael promised he'd sort that mess out for your mother once summer rolled around? What with the business and how much work it really would have been the problem only got worst, of course. I bet if I went down there now I'd find the box of VHS tapes with all the Sesame Street recordings they got for you. Likely exactly where it was when you'd moved out, even." The thought seemed silly, a laughing matter in the past whenever it'd been brought up.

Needless to say, Dezmond was a bit of a family man. The things that brought him the most joy were the interactions between the Macy's, especially when Mickey still lived at home. The constant conversation, or conflict, or general living occurrences were always different and exciting. The Angel even seemed nervous by being back home, his excitement clear as day.