Dominic Hirsch
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I kind of added in some random backstory from the time between RPs. Let me know if it's too godmoddy, or feel free to add your own?
For the last six months, Dominic Hirsch had been treading lightly in his own home. You see, a woman by the name of Clare Walsh had come to be his roommate. He'd cleared out his study with a simple swish and flick, and she'd made the room quite homely. But this pair had not come together through Craigslist, or a newspaper ad, or a friend of a friend of a friend. The two had, quite strangely, met in the psych ward of St. Mungo's Hospital. One would assume a place like that to be cold and unforgiving, but Clare and Dominic had managed to form quite the bond. Even now, in the real world, they were spending most of their time together. Home, Mungo's, Brightstone, etc; it was simply natural to follow one another. But of course, there were the bad days, on which an escape was vital. On those days, Dominic would lock his door and stay tucked up in bed. Hugging a book, wishing for sleep, death, or quiet. Whichever was most convenient. Clare knew not to bother him, just as he knew to keep a lock charm on his medicine cabinet whenever she was feeling down. The good days, however, they were simply extraordinary. The two made forts out of sheets, went on trips to London, had picnics in Takarokaro Park. They may have seemed strange as individuals, but together they were at ease.
So why, if he enjoyed her company so much, did he feel the need to walk on eggshells? Well, because neither Clare nor himself were completely sound of mind. He believed that they needed to respect each other's fragility, and not invest too much in a possibly unhealthy friendship. That was the excuse he had told himself, to explain the renewed awkwardness between them. But what it really boiled down to was much more than that. The emotions he felt for Clare were a strange mix of understanding and distance, adoration and confusion. When making friends - or more - in the past, Dominic's feelings had always been rather clear cut. He either loved them blindly, or shut off completely. This girl didn't fit anywhere he was used to, and the uncomfortable silences were only increasing. He'd seen too much of her, both literally and metaphorically, but it still wasn't nearly enough. What could he do to get her to open up to him? What could he do to make the thudding in his head go away? To make everything go away. Except her. His.. friend? Roommate? Co-crazy? Regardless, things had been fairly uneventful in recent months. The treatment he'd received in St. Mungo's had, while not cured him, made life easier for the most part. Dominic was able to keep himself more balanced, and had been producing better articles because of that.
But work was far from his mind on this warm Spring weekend, with the young man currently in high spirits. Though it was only 10am, the day had already gotten off to a great start, and he was positively cheerful returning from a coffee run. Dominic stepped into the cosy apartment, letting the creaky door fall softly shut behind him. With coffee cups in one hand, and breakfast in the other, he wandered into the kitchen. Pleased to see that Clare was there, he passed her a drink and let a bright smile spread across his face. He wondered if she would notice the little heart drawn next to her name, and if it would occur to her that it was him who drew it. Dominic began to empty the bag onto the bench, but his attention was not the greatest, so at the slightest detection of activity elsewhere, he bounded away and into the living room. With a glance at the television he lit up instantly, and yelled into the other room. "IT'S PETER EFFIN' PAN, CLARE!" Forgetting his task, he curled up on the small couch, and set his dark coffee on the table beside him. The man was usually a mature one, preferring literature to cartoons. But at his heart's heart, Dominic was quite the Peter Pan himself. Maybe it was the fact that he'd grown up so strangely that today he remained a man-child. Or maybe he was just yet to grow up. Whatever it was, Dominic possessed such a joyful nature sometimes. And it was completely contagious.
<i></i>For the last six months, Dominic Hirsch had been treading lightly in his own home. You see, a woman by the name of Clare Walsh had come to be his roommate. He'd cleared out his study with a simple swish and flick, and she'd made the room quite homely. But this pair had not come together through Craigslist, or a newspaper ad, or a friend of a friend of a friend. The two had, quite strangely, met in the psych ward of St. Mungo's Hospital. One would assume a place like that to be cold and unforgiving, but Clare and Dominic had managed to form quite the bond. Even now, in the real world, they were spending most of their time together. Home, Mungo's, Brightstone, etc; it was simply natural to follow one another. But of course, there were the bad days, on which an escape was vital. On those days, Dominic would lock his door and stay tucked up in bed. Hugging a book, wishing for sleep, death, or quiet. Whichever was most convenient. Clare knew not to bother him, just as he knew to keep a lock charm on his medicine cabinet whenever she was feeling down. The good days, however, they were simply extraordinary. The two made forts out of sheets, went on trips to London, had picnics in Takarokaro Park. They may have seemed strange as individuals, but together they were at ease.
So why, if he enjoyed her company so much, did he feel the need to walk on eggshells? Well, because neither Clare nor himself were completely sound of mind. He believed that they needed to respect each other's fragility, and not invest too much in a possibly unhealthy friendship. That was the excuse he had told himself, to explain the renewed awkwardness between them. But what it really boiled down to was much more than that. The emotions he felt for Clare were a strange mix of understanding and distance, adoration and confusion. When making friends - or more - in the past, Dominic's feelings had always been rather clear cut. He either loved them blindly, or shut off completely. This girl didn't fit anywhere he was used to, and the uncomfortable silences were only increasing. He'd seen too much of her, both literally and metaphorically, but it still wasn't nearly enough. What could he do to get her to open up to him? What could he do to make the thudding in his head go away? To make everything go away. Except her. His.. friend? Roommate? Co-crazy? Regardless, things had been fairly uneventful in recent months. The treatment he'd received in St. Mungo's had, while not cured him, made life easier for the most part. Dominic was able to keep himself more balanced, and had been producing better articles because of that.
But work was far from his mind on this warm Spring weekend, with the young man currently in high spirits. Though it was only 10am, the day had already gotten off to a great start, and he was positively cheerful returning from a coffee run. Dominic stepped into the cosy apartment, letting the creaky door fall softly shut behind him. With coffee cups in one hand, and breakfast in the other, he wandered into the kitchen. Pleased to see that Clare was there, he passed her a drink and let a bright smile spread across his face. He wondered if she would notice the little heart drawn next to her name, and if it would occur to her that it was him who drew it. Dominic began to empty the bag onto the bench, but his attention was not the greatest, so at the slightest detection of activity elsewhere, he bounded away and into the living room. With a glance at the television he lit up instantly, and yelled into the other room. "IT'S PETER EFFIN' PAN, CLARE!" Forgetting his task, he curled up on the small couch, and set his dark coffee on the table beside him. The man was usually a mature one, preferring literature to cartoons. But at his heart's heart, Dominic was quite the Peter Pan himself. Maybe it was the fact that he'd grown up so strangely that today he remained a man-child. Or maybe he was just yet to grow up. Whatever it was, Dominic possessed such a joyful nature sometimes. And it was completely contagious.