Too big for one (Sav+Odin)

Odin had been driving with Savannah in the car for some time to get to his house. His car was an old Jeep YJ series. Something he found reliable and easy to use. He preferred stick shift to Automatic but he was in an internal struggle about getting another car that was an automatic that he could use when he gets older. The drive was rather enjoyable. Mainly because he had someone else to spend it with beside his own thoughts. Or some half painted canvas that he was working on and was just too lazy to put it back in the damn case.

Eventually Odin came up to a small gate. That opened as his car got close. Odin slowly moved up the drive way to the garage as he parked the car and turned it off. He then got out taking in some of the air and looked at his house. It looked like the house was made out of wood and stone on the outside. It was rather large. Almost like a two story mansion as it loomed over a small lake on a cliff edge.

With a smile on his face he walked over to Savannah's door and opened it. Helping her out if she would have taken his slightly extended hand.

"Welcome. To my humble house Savannah."

He said with his smile still grinning on his face. It wasn't so much humble as he remembered that a few of his rooms were still a mess with work. He was so used to being alone and was too busy preparing to even clean. He had some things set up.

Now to see if Savannah was happy or at all phased with what happened.

"Sorry for not talking much during the ride. Traffic here can be... A bitch to say the least."

The outside didn't have much to look at it. A patch of grass, drive way. Garage. That was a bit it. He smiled a bit and shook his head as he made his way to his front door. Savannah was happy. So why shouldn't he be. Though he was nervous. To say the least.

"Your tellin' me. I still don't know my way around here.'

So he pulled out a key ring and began to go through his keys and then put his house key into the hole and turned it to unlock the door. He opened the front door, put the key ring into a bowl and then took his jacket off and hung it up in his cloak room as he then awaited for Savannah to come in.

Odin looked into the living room, which had large book cases as well as a fireplace and a few what looked like to be trophy cabinets that instead of holding awards hold old books and even just pieces of paper. In the middle of a room lays a coffee table with a 3 seat sofa across from the fire place, a chair and a love seat opposite to each other. On the table a picture frame looking down as well as an empty glass lies on it's side. A lovely chandelier hangs from the ceiling illuminating the room as if it was lite by candles. To the left of the door was a stair case leading upstairs.

"Ahhh right. Well. Feel free to make yourself at home Savannah. Feel free to walk about if you wish."

He said walking over and lighting the fire place leaning up against it for a moment then looking up. There was a painting with a blank canvas on it. It had nothing on it as of yet. He wasn't sure on what to put on it as he remembered something. He picked up the glass and then began to make his way to the kitchen.

"Want some tea Sav?"

Odin began to make tea. Trying to ignore the kettle so it would heat up faster. Odin noted how quite it used to be in the house. Nothing was noisier than silence.

"Please, stray as far as you want. Just so long as I can hear you talk."

He said with a laugh that trailed in to the house a little too well. Like a creepy Bond villain. He stopped himself and shook his head. Odin was indeed alone here. He liked his space as much as the other person.

She said she wanted tea too. So he got out an extra cup and picked from a selection and shrugged when he totally forgot to name each of his small containers of tea... AGAIN.

He then started to wait again for the kettle to boil as he moved over to the living room and leaned up against the wall when Savannah asked about the Canvas. It was blank. For a reason.

"Professionally, probably some of the plays you've seen lately have my handy work. Plus, I can show you a few paint jobs I did myself." He snickered a bit with. "I just.. I wanted to paint a picture to put there. I just haven't had a trace of inspiration of what to do."

He was thinking of attempting a picture of him and someone else, but who was he going to get close too? He mulled over in his head as he heard the kettle begin to almost scream as he walked over and opened it and began to turn off the stove as well as pour the tea.

He walked back with two tea cups both on small plates and sat one down on a small table by the chair and another on the coffee table on the sofa. Closest to him.

Odin saw her grinning when he came into the room and just one thing hit his mind. She found something she shouldn't have seen. Odin blinked a few times and was about to look like he was going to explain why he had little model figures but then he kind of blinked a few times.

He looked at her and then closed his left eye. Looking between the Canvas and her his eyes widened.

"That's... I mean.." He was at a loss of words for what he had envisioned for it. Maybe her in that position? Maybe even just her sitting on the chair with a glass of wine in her hand with a smile. Just something. Savannah seemed to be.. Perfect.

He took a moment to see what she was doing and then noticed she was doing the waltz. Odin had learned it before due to watching plays as well as helping out and had even taken some parts. So he looked around, he couldn't help but get up

"A legacy.. Something we can both aspire to. It may not have to stop at a picture." He said with a bit of a grin. He chuckled a bit as he was standing and decided to get up and walked infront of Savannah and put his hand on her back and and his other hand slowly traced from her shoulder all the way to her hand as he locked fingers with her.

"I hope you don't mind.. Me butting in."