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Post by Nathalia Webb on Jan 25, 2012 12:02:24 GMT -5
Here, Nathalia did roll her eyes. It was such a greeting card response, and Nat was suddenly not in the mood for this conversation anymore. Still, she knew enough not to be that kind of girl that acted like a 4 year old.
"Yeah.... We'll see. I somehow doubt I'm his type. He's really very.... Quiet." He refrained from mentioning that Hayden had been in the apartment before. Even still, her eyes settled at that spot in the kitchen where he'd rejected her, and she was left wondering, yet again, why he asked her out again. She didn't really want to go. Well, she did. But normally she felt more confident, and in this situation, she had no footing. It was uncomfortable for her.
"Anyway..." She trailed off, not wanting to really talk about it anymore. "How are you both?"
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Post by Ursula Webb on Mar 25, 2012 23:55:57 GMT -5
Suddenly, Ursula found herself wondering how much longer Nathalia was going to stay in town. She knew her daughter well, and she could see the signs that Nat was pulling away again. Both of them had always been the types that, when things got too difficult, too confusing, they took off for parts unknown, simply because they could. Ursula kept this apartment as a base, but she had fled town many times before, usually after difficult breakups or just because she needed a change of pace. And she had raised Nathalia to be the same way. That was how she could tell that Nathalia was pulling away... she'd had that same look in her eyes in the past.
"We're doing fine," she said, non-committally. "But you know what I was thinking? I think maybe it's time for you to get your own place. Or maybe you have a girl friend you can stay with for a while. It's got to be kind of a drag hanging around your mum and her girlfriend all the time, when you were used to having your own space in New York."
She would never kick her daughter out, but maybe, if she had a little independence again, she wouldn't feel so trapped.
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Post by Nathalia Webb on Oct 9, 2015 23:30:58 GMT -5
Nathalia's eyes snapped up from her mug to her mother at that, confusion evident for a moment.
Was Ursula kicking her out? Nathalia had never had her own place because it just never made sense. She wasn't around for long enough and so it seemed like a waste of money. She always thought she did a good job of not wearing out her welcome here, but...
Her gaze shifted to Anna, eyes narrowing slightly, though she wasn't very aware of it. Suddenly, it seemed clear. Ursula didn't want to have to worry about Nathalia walking in at the wrong times or something like that. She waited for Anna to meet her gaze, then looked back at her mother.
"Did I interrupt something?"
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Post by Ursula Webb on Oct 7, 2016 17:49:22 GMT -5
“No, of course not. It’s not like you haven’t seen anything before.” Ursula knew her daughter wasn’t an innocent, and she honestly didn’t have a problem with privacy issues with her. And she didn’t really want Nathalia to leave… but she was starting to wonder if it was just time.
Ursula had raised her daughter to be a free spirit, to be independent and to know her own mind. This was, of course, the exact opposite of how she had been raised. She had been the only daughter of an old, wealthy, pureblood family, and she had been raised to be obedient and even subservient. She had been expected to marry the man her father had arranged for her, and to go about being a quiet little housewife. But that was not who she was, and she had rebelled, running away to find her own path in life. That path had given her Nathalia, and for that she would be forever grateful of the choice she had made.
For years it had just been her and Nathalia and whatever woman Ursula was seeing at the time. Most of them, Ursula knew, would never last. But Anneliese was different. Ursula could see herself staying with her for a very long time. She was even thinking of following her, if she decided she wanted to go back to Hollywood.
But she was starting to wonder how that would affect Nathalia. This little flat had been home for them for a long time, even when neither of them were actually living in it. The apartment was sort of like “home base,” like they always knew they could come back to it whenever they needed to. And maybe that would still be true… but Ursula was starting to wonder if Nathalia needed her more than she’d realized. She seemed to have lost direction, and Ursula couldn’t help but feel that this time, Nathalia was going to have to find it on her own.
“You know you are always welcome here. And honestly, if I had my way, I’d rather you stayed here forever. Preferably at age 11,” she added with a wink. “I just wonder if maybe… maybe it’s time for you to find your own way. I’d never push you out, you know that. But you seem sort of… lost. And I’m not sure you can find your way by staying with your mum.”
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