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“Oh, no doubt Van Gogh was a genius!” cried Jane happily, warming more to Ellie with every passing instant.  ”I think his work is wonderful.  Those colors!  But while I agree you’re being a bit optimistic about everybody being a genius,” she chuckled to soften her words, “it doesn’t necessarily follow that you’re being foolish!”

“Well, that’s me, I guess,” She smiled softly. “I can’t help but think that everyone’s wonderful. I learned my lesson when I was young— when I first met Carl,” her voice cracked. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. She took a deep breath and continued. “He was this chubby, adorable, quiet kid. I thought he’d just be a nerd who’d let me boss’m around, but whaddya know,” tears welled up in her eyes. “I married ‘im. And I don’t think I’ve been more wrong about anything,” she grinned, relieved that she didn’t cry.

“I think I know some of what you mean,” said Jane hesitantly; it was true, but Jane didn’t wish to gush happily about Tarzan in a tactless fashion when Ellie was so unhappy.  ”When I first met Tarzan, I suppose I thought him some sort of, well, silent strange ape-man-like thing!”  She chuckled self-deprecatingly at her own inarticulateness.  ”I never would have known that he would become the man I loved best in all the world.  Anyway, the point is,” Jane said quickly, “I’ve since made an effort not to take my first impressions of people as consummate proof of what they are genuinely like.”

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[was the Read More an accident?  xD]

“Yes, I think so too,” agreed Jane.  ”I love the way a blank sheet of paper looks right before one begins to draw on it.  Then the lines come, and then the curves, and then suddenly everything resolves itself into coherency - into a recognizable object or person.  I adore it.  It helps clear my mind.  And I dare say making art of things from life makes one more observant.”  Secretly Jane felt people in general didn’t think or observe enough; it was a realization brought on by the Sherlock Holmes stories she so admired, and she was trying to fix this failing herself.  The idea of being an unusually observant person thus pleased her.

[[ Nope, we just have a rule to trim posts so I put it under Read More to save space ]]

“My thoughts exactly! I completely agree.” He never thought he’d meet someone who would understand him about such things but he was happy he met her. “When I was forbidden from going outside by my previous master, I would spend a lot of my time observing people from above. That’s how I got to know them and make the wooden carvings. As time went on, I got better at it. It’s interesting to see what people do when they’re not looking.” He hoped she didn’t think he was strange or crazy for doing such a thing.

[Oh I see!  I suppose I was confused because there were only two replies in the post at the time xD]

“I know what you mean,” Jane agreed fervently.  ”When I was younger I used to attempt to make Daddy sit for portraits, but I’ve since realized that the most interesting drawings are done when the subject doesn’t know he’s being watched.  Such as Tarzan.”  Jane flipped happily through her sketchbook, glimpsing sketches and recalling when she’d done them.  ”I find myself drawing him almost constantly, not least because the way he moves is so different from most people’s.  And he has such an expressive face…” she continued to page through the nearly-full book (begun after the baboon stole her old sketchbook), humming under her breath.  She was going to have to start a new blank book devoted entirely to the baby.

tarzanohisee:

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She smiled into the kiss, gazing at him gratefully as they parted.  She was struck once more by how well Tarzan understood her - how he often knew exactly what to say - how he had done, almost as long as she’d known him.  ”Nobody else seems to be as concerned,” she said doubtfully.  ”That’s why I wonder - even though I know there’s nothing wrong with it.”  Despite which, she smiled at him again.  ”I love you,” Jane murmured, returning the kiss.

I beamed at my wild girl, “I love you more.” My face suddenly grew into a smirk at that quip. … Was that mean? Or fun? I didn’t actually mean that her love was smaller than mine, I was just… playing. … And Jane’s mood swings aren’t exactly stable right now, so maybe I shouldn’t have said that…

“Well I love you most,” Jane declared, arching a brow challengingly and smirking.  Since Tarzan was still holding her close, she rested her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.  Jane tapped him affectionately on the nose; she felt the tiny fluttering in her stomach again and her eyes flew downwards to her stomach before she looked back at Tarzan, beaming.  ”I wouldn’t go through this for just anybody, you know.”

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Jane considered this.  She knew she had always been unusually opinionated - or at least, if anybody shared her beliefs she had no idea, for never had they voiced them to her - whereas Jane often found herself explaining such things to people.  Well, perhaps she could think of one or two people, in fact, Jane realized - having in mind General Shang, and Ellie Fredricksen.  But still.  Why didn’t more people seem to be as concerned by the things Jane was concerned about?  ”Maybe I think about them too much,” she worried, leaning her forehead against Tarzan’s thoughtfully.

I smiled as her forehead leaned against mine. Jane was such a kind person, it almost astounded me sometimes. I gave her a light kiss, pulling back to gaze into her eyes, “Jane, that just means you are concerned for others than yourself. There’s nothing wrong with that. Don’t ever think otherwise.”

She smiled into the kiss, gazing at him gratefully as they parted.  She was struck once more by how well Tarzan understood her - how he often knew exactly what to say - how he had done, almost as long as she’d known him.  ”Nobody else seems to be as concerned,” she said doubtfully.  ”That’s why I wonder - even though I know there’s nothing wrong with it.”  Despite which, she smiled at him again.  ”I love you,” Jane murmured, returning the kiss.

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“Oh!  Oh, yes.  I know about that,” Jane reassured Lady, though her grimace belied the calm reassurance of her voice.  ”And I can’t quite say I’m looking forward to it.”  She wasn’t.  Jane felt she was moving around gingerly enough without actually having to maneuver her stomach carefully about, like an extra appendage.  ”Only calling it popping makes it sound as if it happens all at once, like a balloon being inflated!” Jane laughed heartily at the mental image - then her face fell and she looked at Lady.  ”That’s - that’s not what happens, is it?”

“No, no of course not! I do beleive that ‘popping’ happpens slowly.” Lady chuckled slightly, seeing Jane was confused and slightly scared. Oh the situations she manages to put people and herself into. “If you ever need help getting something, or moving around- I’ll be here to help too!”

“Thank you!” exclaimed Jane sincerely, though she considered Lady’s words with some anxiety.  Would she have trouble moving around?  Would her stomach get so immense, or more to the point heavy, that Jane’s mobility was incredibly limited?  ”Ah…Lady?  When you were expecting your puppies…did you have less mobility?” Jane asked nervously.

tarzanohisee:

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“Well, I know there’s nothing I can do about it - not, I expect, that I would have been allowed to do much in London,” Jane griped, “but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t bother me.”  She looked soberly at Tarzan.  ”Am I being a bit grumpy?”

I laughed lightly at her frustration, and slid my arms around her waist; pulling her closer to me, “No, your complaints are legitimate. I guess I just don’t think about them as much.” Considering we’ll never go back to England. … Well, not now anyway. Or any time soon. The thought of animals being locked up for entertainment was rather off putting, and… well, if we returned… I think I would be tempted to just let all the animals out. And I can’t do that. … Right?

Jane considered this.  She knew she had always been unusually opinionated - or at least, if anybody shared her beliefs she had no idea, for never had they voiced them to her - whereas Jane often found herself explaining such things to people.  Well, perhaps she could think of one or two people, in fact, Jane realized - having in mind General Shang, and Ellie Fredricksen.  But still.  Why didn’t more people seem to be as concerned by the things Jane was concerned about?  ”Maybe I think about them too much,” she worried, leaning her forehead against Tarzan’s thoughtfully.