phoebe Sleep and I shall soothe you, calm you, and annoint you
Phoebe was keeping it together through most of his retort, standing there quietly, holding his gaze. As he repeated a summary of her words back to her, she supposed it did sound rather cowardly in a way. But to her, it was simply the truth. Neither of them had the ability to change any of this. Period. End of story. It would be like a rabbit trying to fight back against a mountain lion. It was pointless. But then he said he didn’t feel comfortable leaving the children with her, and her whole demeanor changed. It was as if he had stabbed her in the gut and twisted, the look of shock on her face akin to betrayal, jaw slack and lips parted. She was a midwife for Frey’s sake – there could be no greater insult than to say she couldn’t be trusted with the care of children! Tears anew welled in her eyes and she covered her mouth with one hand, the other arm wrapping around her torso to cover the imaginary stab wound. For a few moments she just stood there, staring at him in utter shock, having been brought to a complete standstill. Eventually she turned away from him, pressing her hands against the counter to support herself. Phoebe closed her eyes and focused on pulling herself together, though a few errant tears fell to the wooden surface as she hung her head. What would Frey tell her in this moment? That what she felt was what mattered. That sadness was pointless. That her anger was pointless. What she felt was right, where her heart led – that was what mattered. With shoulders still shaking, she turned back to face him, face reddened from holding back tears. But she no longer looked sad – no instead the young midwife looked more determined than ever before. ”You’re wrong, Emmett. People who make a fuss, people who raise hell in the face of a stronger power – those are the people who have their children taken away. I don’t want to fall out with you either, Emmett. I love you, desperately. But for once, I just wish you would listen to me. Zariah is from the same place I am. I know how leadership there worked and if she is anything like them the only reason Chris or Milly would ever be taken from me is after they were torn from my dead hands because you couldn’t set aside your pride for their benefit.” she said, firmly, calmly, with only the slightest waver of emotion. Once again she turned away from him, cutting a slice of pie and plating it. She walked across the room and set it on the table near him, with a soft muttering of, ”Here’s your pie.” before walking out to the sitting room to sit on a chair near her little shrine to Frey. |
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the Nightingale
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Age: 26 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 46 - Endr: 41 - Luck: 41 - Int: PIM - Mythical - Dragon (Electricity) BRANBAST - Mythical - Sear Cat (Speech)
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07-01-2019, 06:42 PM
Age: 28 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 2 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 11 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 10 - Int:
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Change author: Posts: 328 | Total: 8,707 MP: 0 Emmett When Phoebe said I wish you would just listen to me, Emmett nearly screamed for the irony he felt there was in that sentence. Had either of them ever actually listened to the other? He rarely felt understood in their arguments, and here they were again.He let Phoebe speak, then stood silently for a while, staring off out of the kitchen window and ignoring the pie placed by him. He could hear her tears, but he could not regret his words. Of course he didn't want to make her upset, but...he had honestly toned down his opinions of those accepting of this new leader for her. There was not a compromise here. You either resisted or you were as bad as the monster who took over. After a long moment he sighed and turned, looked over to her. He wanted desperately to point out to her that being from the same place as Zariah put her in a fantastic position to help a resistance movement, but he knew she wouldn't like the suggestion. He wanted to put it behind them and forget it too, hug her and pretend it didn't matter, like a spill or a misunderstanding. But he couldn't, so he stood there quietly and still. Eventually, he spoke. "...I don' regret what I said. But. I am sorry it hurt ya. That isn'...I'm not tryina do that. But I gotta stand up for what I believe in. I can' just drop alla that because you don' agree with me. This is...how I gotta do this. I can' just bow down." He shook his head. "Look. If y'need me, don' hesitate to come to the barn and ask. But til then, maybe we should stay outta each others way til this blows over. Cos I think it will. Blow over...one way or another." All you broken boys and girls, With your tattered flags unfurled: Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king. Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king? the Nightingale
Midwife✓
Age: 26 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 46 - Endr: 41 - Luck: 41 - Int: PIM - Mythical - Dragon (Electricity) BRANBAST - Mythical - Sear Cat (Speech)
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07-01-2019, 09:28 PM
Age: 28 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 2 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 11 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 10 - Int:
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Change author: Posts: 328 | Total: 8,707 MP: 0 Emmett As Phoebe spoke Emmett sighed and looked down at the floor of the kitchen, listening but wrapped up too in his own conusing and exhausting feelings. When she delivered her...well, it wasn't quite an ultimatum, but it was close...he hugged himself. She was right. If they wanted this to work, they had to talk through their issues.But for a moment he hesitated, because he didn't know if he did want it to work. They had been together roughly two seasons and already had had two major arguments, had things they didn't talk about for fear of further fights...it felt like fighting a losing battle. That perhaps he had been so desperate for love he'd ignored their incompatibilities. He looked at the door. Imagined opening it, just walking away. Not seeing Phoebe for a while until they inevitably awkwardly passed on the street and didn't look at each other, missing her but going his own way. Then he looked back to her, and decided to try again. It was hard to deny himself, the pulling in his chest when he saw her profile across the room, the way she sat with Pim, her gentle intelligent speech (that made his feel so crude, so common). If it didn't work, the door wasn't going anywhere, anyway. Emmett steadied himself and walked over, sat in a chair by Phoebe and clasped his hands together, elbows on his knees, while he tried to formulate what he wanted to say. "...Alright, yeah. Let's talk it out." He agreed, though he wasn't sure what a compromise here would look like. "I know...I know you come from a different place n you're gonna have different opinions on this stuff. But I haven', and I don' like it. And a lotta us have very legitimate reasons to not like it. I just feel like I gotta stand up for what's right. It's...what my family always did, especially Pa...and I'm the man of the family now. I gotta carry on his example. And not just that, I believe in it." His voice was low, non-confrontational, but steady. Words considered and planned. "You're askin' me t'do a lot by signing up to this army." All you broken boys and girls, With your tattered flags unfurled: Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king. Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king? the Nightingale
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Age: 26 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 46 - Endr: 41 - Luck: 41 - Int: PIM - Mythical - Dragon (Electricity) BRANBAST - Mythical - Sear Cat (Speech)
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07-02-2019, 07:56 PM
Age: 28 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Natural | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 2 - Strg: 20 - Dext: 11 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 10 - Int:
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07-03-2019, 06:53 PM
Emmett What Phoebe said wasn't necessarily wrong - the Hollowed Grounds would have to adapt in the upcoming years, already had had to to accomodate everything new that had happened; his life now resembled nothing of the life he'd had only a year before. But it took a lot of restraint for Emmett not to immediately comment that didn't mean the change had to look like this. He knew that interrupting her would scupper the idea of talking it out, though, so he just nodded.Though the question made him really raise his eyebrows, surprised that was her interpretation of what he had said. "I...no, Bee, that ain' it at all. I wouldn' care if I'd never heard of her, if we'd all gotten some choice in the matter. I don' care who y'are and what you do, if you're just gonna say 'I'm in charge now' of a buncha people without even askin' first...I don't like it. What gives her the right?" He shook his head and laced his fingers together. "This ain' about knowin' or not knowin'. It ain' about Naturals, or Outlanders, or none a that, not really. It's about her taking this position then immediately puttin' out a whole loada laws, like she has any right to tell us what t'do. Why do I gotta ask permission to get a buncha people together? Like a goddamn kid having a party? I saw a guy get arrested for a dumb prank at the sign up sheet. It's a lot real fast." Sitting back, he crossed his arms. "I just think this kinda thing gets dangerous real fast, and I don' wanna be a part of it." All you broken boys and girls, With your tattered flags unfurled: Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king. Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king? the Nightingale
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Age: 26 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 46 - Endr: 41 - Luck: 41 - Int: PIM - Mythical - Dragon (Electricity) BRANBAST - Mythical - Sear Cat (Speech)
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07-04-2019, 12:27 AM
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07-04-2019, 05:09 PM
Emmett Emmett was silent as she spoke, but it was clear he wasn't happy. It felt like she was deliberately boiling his argument down to nothing, making it sound as stupid as she could, so she could sound superior and condescending to make herself look right. "I feel like y'aren' even tryin' to understand, Bee." His voice was steady, quiet. He shook his head and stood up."I don' think we're gonna get to a middle ground here. Clearly you're okay with alla this, and I really ain'. There are ways t'do things, and this is not the right one. Y'can' just let whoever wants to walk all over you and tell you want t'do. I'm not doin' that. I'm sorry." He took a few steps back towards the kitchen, then sighed and looked back. "I love ya, but I think it really is best we jus'...it's makin' me not like you right now hearin' you say this stuff. ...Like I said, if you need anythin', you know where I am." With that, he turned to leave. All you broken boys and girls, With your tattered flags unfurled: Fix yourselves then fix the fisher king. Won't you fix yourselves to fix the fisher king? the Nightingale
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Age: 26 | Height: 5'9" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Greatwood Level: 5 - Strg: 32 - Dext: 46 - Endr: 41 - Luck: 41 - Int: PIM - Mythical - Dragon (Electricity) BRANBAST - Mythical - Sear Cat (Speech)
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