[ 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: 2024-11-21 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.