[ Maybe it's the darkness of the last few weeks still looming over him, but there’s something ominous in the phrasing that has him checking that the windows are locked, glad that he's moved the bed against the wall so that nothing can lurk behind him.
Something that she can't say over the phone. More monsters, more death, the appearance of someone they ought to watch out for, the disappearance of someone dear. In theory, he's prepared for all of these things. The reality will break him. ]
Okay. It's open.
[ She'll find him in the process of settling in for the night, glasses folded on the nightstand, pajama bottoms and a white tank of Hawk’s that got mixed with his things as he took off in a huff rather than argue the merits of revenge killings. Tim came in a panic about three days back, still living out of a hastily packed duffel bag on the ground next to the bed. ]
[ Alicent knocks lightly, a gentle warning, before easing open the door. She has done this too many times now, in Westeros and at the manor, but her face is no more impassive for it. Every loss injures them anew, blood fresh and wounds agonising. Even the hope of return will not dull the first pain of it. And now he will think of it whenever he looks upon you, this is the lot of the mother.
She crosses to Tim quickly, a hand fluttering to his arm. Part of her wishes she had given this duty to Ash, and yet she could not fathom shirking it. Although the werewolf game may have cost him her trust, her care for him has never wavered. ]
It's Hawk, sweetling. [ The sorrow seeps into her otherwise even voice. She does not make him wonder or wait, despite knowing that each detail will come as another blow. There is no sparing him from this. Her fingers curl into his soft pyjamas, grounding. ] Danny killed him.
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Date: 2024-11-12 03:31 pm (UTC)Something that she can't say over the phone. More monsters, more death, the appearance of someone they ought to watch out for, the disappearance of someone dear. In theory, he's prepared for all of these things. The reality will break him. ]
Okay. It's open.
[ She'll find him in the process of settling in for the night, glasses folded on the nightstand, pajama bottoms and a white tank of Hawk’s that got mixed with his things as he took off in a huff rather than argue the merits of revenge killings. Tim came in a panic about three days back, still living out of a hastily packed duffel bag on the ground next to the bed. ]
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Date: 2024-11-21 10:22 am (UTC)She crosses to Tim quickly, a hand fluttering to his arm. Part of her wishes she had given this duty to Ash, and yet she could not fathom shirking it. Although the werewolf game may have cost him her trust, her care for him has never wavered. ]
It's Hawk, sweetling. [ The sorrow seeps into her otherwise even voice. She does not make him wonder or wait, despite knowing that each detail will come as another blow. There is no sparing him from this. Her fingers curl into his soft pyjamas, grounding. ] Danny killed him.