Adieu

Musings from Afar (Dezmond)

Among the many things Dezmond appreciated about Theresa, one thing that's always brought him joy was just how clearly oblivious she was. Naturally he had an unfair advantage what with being invisible, but he'd also rarely ever been present for a meal she'd made and not had some. With the fruit out, Dezmond would actually find his footing again and just casually walk over. "Shhh~" He'd quietly signal for Michayla to not make any indication that he was present, now standing nearer to them and by the bowl Theresa had left between the two.

The moment the mother went into conversing it was as easy as he'd remembered. A blueberry here, and an orange slice there. He didn't need to eat, and he seldom ever did since the chance to do so wasn't ever there. Though when it came to Theresa it was more like a game. Her focus was so driven, and thoughts so collected, but when it came to the mundane it just went right under her nose. Once during school registration she couldn't find the car keys, and with Michayla still being a toddler they wound up in a pretty unthinkable place. Though, soon enough they found themselves on the kitchen table. In plain sight, a place Theresa did walk past, but she simply assumed it was hiding in clear view. With Michayla now able to see him, this made the game a bit easier however. Now he could coordinate when she took stuff with when he himself grabbed a few berries; The contents lowering at a rate that very much made it seem as though she was just very much enjoying what was brought out.

It's only when Michayla checked the time and realized she'd left her medication that the notion did pop in his head that he could just get it for her. It'd be easy, simply a pop over to the house and then a snap back here. Traveling for Angels was effortless, after all. Looking to Michayla, now back in the unclaimed chair just as he was before, a decent handful of blueberries that he was pecking at time to time, he offered her a look that suggested if she wanted to stay he could make that a possibility. A shrug was even given to show it wouldn't be a problem at all. Naturally, unlike Michayla, he could never get enough of Theresa. Her presence had been comforting for him since long before she was born. In a sense, he'd fallen in love with her when her father had. A different kind, of course.

Soon enough she'd be to her feet, being dragged along with the sweet Mrs. Macy as she so eagerly had something to show. Something that caught even the attention of the everlasting being Dezmond. Soon by a closet, one of many overly used storage places in this house, Teresa eventually pulled forth a large box that was clasped along the sides to snugly keep the contents safe. The very contents not even a mystery, but a sudden sadness washed over the guardian angel. "Ironic, I'd say." He'd mutter, remembering back to this morning. On his comments of wishing to see her one day play again. "A sweet gesture, though, and all the more reason to get better."