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c a s s a n d r a ↳ “you! you alone saw the horrors of war, and wept when we did not believe you.”
[ LOTR ]
Thorin looked down at his food and ate a bit more, wanting to find something else to focus on other than Gwen. He did his best to eat slowly, not wanting to come off like he was sure dwarves typically did- rude and without any sort of manners. It was just the way that they were among themselves, but he had spent enough time with humans to know how they saw his people.
When she spoke again, Thorin looked at her. “Thank you…again.” He took a larger piece of the bread than she had and some of the cheese. “You’re kinder than most…” he paused and his eyes flickered over her face. She was more kind than any elf he had encountered, but he did not with to sully the calm that lay between them, so he simply continued with, “…others that I’ve encountered.”
He set the spoon down after eating a bit more of the stew. “I’m not sure how I may be able to repay you.” His brow furrowed and a deep crease set into his forehead. “I am rather handy, so if you require anything to be fixed…”
Gwen looked up at him when he paused---was he going to say 'elf'? Had he noticed her ears? Those foolish ears that had done nothing but bring heartache to her. She wasn't an elf, not really. She had been born half human and raised as a human and she loathed elves--not that she had seen any other than her father, and he was a wonderful man--but whenever someone thought she was one, well, they were less than kind as a response.
Thankfully however, Farin didn't say that and just said others, making Gwen drop her posture and relax again. She should've cut those pointy ears years ago and be done with it. "I was raised to help whoever needed it and leave a place a little better than when I first found it," she almost recited the two laws her parents lived by and were deeply rooted in her heart and mind--and there was the fact that she was very lonely and the people that had messed with Farin were not her favorite people in town.
"There's no need for you to repay me, really," she reassured him and almost reached out for his hand but decided against it. This was far too improper as it was. "Oh I don't think so. I have a very simple home but uhm--well, you can promise me you'll help someone in need in turn, how about that?"
I will be roleplaying Henry, Gwen and Jack from a different blog. If you'd like to roleplay with them, please contact me at @lancasterabbey.
What has been your worst "nice guy" experience?
So, possibly one of the coolest things I’ve ever seen. I mean you know how you hear the “women want him, men want to *be* him” stuff in old movies? Well I’m a man and by *god* I wanted to be this guy. Anyway!
I’m having dinner with my girlfriend at the time, and behind us are a couple on a date. It is.. not going well. Guy was being rather creepy and making some pretty inappropriate comments, the girl doesn’t look at all comfortable.
The girl finishes her appetiser really quickly, my guess is she wanted to get it over with. Guy proceeds to comment on it and says “well, least I know you can swallow right?”. Loudly.
Girl goes red and tells him that isn’t appropriate, he literally waves his hand in a “shoo” type motion and says “oh calm down I was going to find out in a few hours anyway”.
I missed her exact reply as she moved to a hushed tone, but it was fairly obvious what was being said - fuck no, fuck off, fuck this. He responded with “sweetheart I picked you up, I know where you live”. She lost the colour in her face and said nothing.
No. No. Fuck no. I’m one of those “get involved” type of people and there is no way I’m sitting here watching this go down. I get up. I don’t know what I’m going to do, but I’m 23, fighting fit and happy to put that motherfucker through a wall. I may have had a slight temper in my youth. But anyway.
I was halfway out of my chair when a hand came down on my shoulder and I look up to this mid-50s but super fit guy who says “Easy.. I’ve got this one son”. Absolute, total confidence in his voice.. so seeing as my current plan amounted to “stab him in the neck” and I’m already thinking maybe that’s not the best idea, I sit down.
He walks over, grabs a nearby chair, flips it around and sits down with the couple. Then.. he pulls out his police ID and puts it on the table. Now the guy doesn’t have any colour in his face.
Cop: “So, I’m quietly celebrating my daughters birthday with my family when I distinctly hear you threaten this young lady, would you care to explain yourself?”
Guy: “I, ah, well, um, you see..”
Cop: “That’s what I thought. Now see, we take a *very* dim view of that kind of thing, so right now I’m deciding if I want to have some of my buddies come pick you up.”
Guy: “oh no well that…”
Cop: “But that would disrupt everyone’s dinner, so how about you hand me your ID, because I wouldn’t want you running off on me, then you go see one of the staff here and settle your bill.. the full bill now, this young lady shouldn’t go hungry on account of your poor behaviour. Or we can go with the first option, I’ll leave it up to you.”
Guy: “No no! That’s perfectly fine!” \*hands over ID, gets up and walks very quickly in the direction of the counter\*
Cop: \*while writing down the guys details\* “Sorry about that miss, I hope I’m not intruding it just seemed like you could use some help. Oh and don’t worry, if you want to pursue this further I’ll have some of the boys pick him up on his way home, we can definitely take this further.”
Girl: “No, thank you so much, I wanted to run out 30 minutes ago but he drove me here”.
Cop: \*shifts from hardarse cop to comforting father figure in about half a second\* “Well I’m here with my daughter, she’s about your age, perhaps you’d like to finish your meal with us? We can run you home afterwards if you’d like, unless you’d prefer to call someone else?”
Girl: “Oh.. that would be really nice.. thankyou so much!”
\*guy returns, so does the hardarse cop\*
Guy: “Uh so, I’ve paid the bill, if I could have my ID back..”.
Cop: “There you go.. now I have your details right here so I *highly* recommend you don’t go near or contact this young lady ever again.”
Guy: “Yes yes of course, I’m so sorry!”
The guy pretty much fled the restaurant, the girl went and sat with the cop and his family and by the time we left they were still sitting around talking and laughing about random crap.
It was hands down the best way I have ever seen anybody handle any situation, ever. That cop is my hero.
Dude. I hope that man has a great rest of his life.
How cops should be!!!!!
[ austen; zethe ]
Katherine watched her mother go, thinking on what she said. In time. This was what Padme and their mother had in common. They always thought that she needed to slow down. She hadn’t cared for their advice when it came ti Willoughby and she had fallen so deeply in love. And been hurt. Should she take her time with Brandon? She worried that he might find another young woman to care for if she took time. He cared for her and she knew that he would make a sensible husband.
She didn’t have long to think on the matter, hearing a knock on her door. She smoothed out the blankets over her legs and looked over at the colonel, smiling. “Much better, Colonel Brandon, thank you.” She fiddled with a thread from the blanket. “Thank you for rescuing me, Colonel. I surely wouldn’t have survived if it hadn’t been for you.” She blushed. “I know we spoke before I fell ill, but I don’t recall much… So I apologize if I am repeating myself.”
Henry was feeling stupidly hopeful by the time she finished speaking and he managed not to ruin it by saying the wrong thing--maybe staying quiet was taken equally wrong but he realized he couldn’t manage to form a coherent sentence.
She was being kind and speaking in friendly terms to him and she was thankful--thankful, there was nothing more than that. He was foolish to believe so but still took a tentative step closer to her bed and wasn’t bold enough as to sit beside her but stood still. “I am glad I was here then and I’m glad to see you’re feeling better Miss Dashwood. You had us worried.”
“It’s alright miss, you need your rest,” he whispered and realized he was brushing her cheek with the back of his fingers only when he felt her warmth skin against his. “You were burning up.”
[ austen - kilian & gwen ]
Fanny would have had his head if she had been there to see him flirting with Gwen. But Fanny was not there and, honestly, Kilian cared very little about what his sister thought of what he did, anyway.
“Yes,” he replied. “I’m afraid it’s the only time of day when Fanny doesn’t pester me- though, I suppose that I do sometimes purposefully goad her.” He chuckled softly, looking from his book and over at her glasses in her hands. He frowned and rose from his seat, moving to sit beside her. “May I?” he asked, holding out his hands. “Is it the lenses or just the frames that are broken?”
Gwen took a seat near the fire as he explained his routine and couldn’t help but chuckle when he was so opened about Fanny’s ability to get on his nerves. “She’s a mother. Mother are controlling by nature,” she offered in Fanny’s defense, though she knew for a fact Kilian’s sister didn’t deserve it.
When he sat beside her she gave him a nod and handed over her spectacles. “The lenses are broken and the frame wasn’t entirely okay before but now it’s--I’ll have to get new ones tomorrow. If I intend to get anything done that is,” she commented feeling how her shoulders dropped. She didn’t have much money and she had planned to buy a few items to keep pretending she was better off but now she’d have to use that money for the glasses.
[ north and south ]
Gwen intrusion into his office hadn’t come as much of a surprise. He had seen her go up to the house some time ago, though he had been surprised that she had spent that long apparently conversing with his sister. He had been away from the window when she had made her way to the factory, but he had been able to assume she would show up sooner or later. She cared for these workers and the welfare of their families, even if it sometimes seemed that they themselves did not.
“If their children are starving, they should have considered that before they went on strike,” John replied, his voice dry, almost bored. “There is nothing that can be done now. The union will not pull back on their demands and I can do nothing to appease them. My factory must continue running, so I have hired people to replace them. If they would like their jobs back, so that their children will not starve, then they need to take that up with their union leaders.”
Gwen wanted to slap some sense into him the moment he opened his mouth but huffed instead. “Well I am sure the union will be open to negotiations if one of the owners such as yourself was willing to!” Maybe she didn’t know much in regards of the business itself, but Gwen knew both the town people and the factories could not go on like this much longer.
“You have--alright. Well, I don’t see your Irish workers turning on the machines. Maybe it’s because they’re up there, terrified of what your former employees would do to them. You need to talk to them John, please,” she walked closer to him, hearing the roars and noises of a group of people coming their way. “They’re civil people if you actually treat them as such. You need to go out there and talk to them at once, for both of your sakes.”
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SLYTHERIN: “I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That’s my dream. That’s my nightmare: crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor, and surviving.” -Francis Ford Coppola + John Milius (Walter Kurtz: Apocalypse Now)
[ lotr ]
Thorin watched her as she moved about her home and then brought the food over for the both of them. The fact that she was being so kind to him was what kept him from bringing up the fact that he had noticed she was an elf, but he knew that the longer it went unaddressed, the more difficult it would be for him to bring it up later. Perhaps after dinner. Yes, after dinner, and he would try to be… gentle with it. She was on her own, which was odd from what he knew of the eldar, and he couldn’t be sure why, so he didn’t want to upset her by being rude about it.
And that thought nearly made Thorin’s jaw drop. Why did he care so much. She was just a woman.
He gave her a small smile and took a piece of the bread as well. “I’m sure it will be.” His last few meals had been either what he could catch and manage to cook or what he could afford at the inns he had stopped at, so he was sure that he would enjoy this stew much more than anything he had eaten in quite some time. After eating a good few spoonfuls, he nodded. “It’s very good. Thank you.”
Gwen ate quietly watching him. He looked tired but the warm food seemed to make him look better--if that were possible, which she figured, really couldn’t. He was rather dashing when he was quiet and not chewing her head off and she wanted to shake herself. Could she be this desperately lonely to rescue some rude little man to scare away the lonelyness for a while?
Apparenty, yes she was because her own face lightened up when he complimented her stew. “I’m glad you like it,” she offered with a smile taking a few other spoonfuls. “There’s more if you want,” she added a while later, remembering that dwarves tend to eat a lot more than humans did. Not that she was human, well not entirely anyway. She was human enough. She was raised by her human mother in their human home with their human neighbors and she had never heard much about elves except when someone gave her the odd look. And Farin hadn’t given her that odd look yet, thankfully. So he either hadn’t noticed or didn’t care and that was good enough for her.
“I have some apples too I think. And there’s cheese there,” she pointed to the table by the bread, before taking a little piece of bread for herself.
[ kore & hades ]
Hades shook his head at her question. “I wanted you to see it all from the very beginning. What lies between the river Styx and the land of the living is something of an area of limbo. My realm is bordered by the river. The goddess Styx keeps not only the dead within, but the living out.” He made sure she was safely settled in the boat before he touched the side and it began moving. “She is strict and unforgiving, but as with all gods of my realm, she will respect you as my queen. As long as you don’t try to cross against my wishes.”
He watched her as she spoke, his gaze completely intrigued. “I know you are the one I seek. I have never felt a connection to anyone like this. I could sense you where your mother had hidden you away as easily as I can sense every jewel within the depths of the earth. You are a part of me.”
Kore looked at him and then around them as he spoke. There was beauty around them, maybe not like upstairs, with its flowers and sunlight--the sunlight she was already missing but it was interesting, it was worth exploring and she figured that it was what she was meant to do. She believed him, he had brought her here in a rather violent way but considering the amount of things she had heard her father had done--and Apollo, making a girl have visions of the future but not letting anyone believe her only because she refused him--well, Hades had been kinder than them.
And the words ‘you are a part of me’ reached her in a way she didn’t expect to.
Reaching for his hand, she pursed her lips together in a ghost of a smile. “I won’t leave without permission. Thank you. For explaining.”
[ austen ]
Kilian’s smirk slowly grew. “Surely having the brother of your friend, whose house it is, is easily explainable as well,” he said looking down at her. “But, if you insist on remaining here. I certainly won’t stop you.” He watched her for a moment before walking away and over to one of the bookcases. He ran his fingertips along the spines of a few books before finally picking one out.
He walked over to one of the other couches by the fire and settled down. He opened the book before glancing over at Gwen. “The study does get lonely without company, so you may stay as long as you wish, Miss Steele.”
Gwen cleared her throat nervously at his explanation, loathing herself for ever leaving her room, for ever coming here in the first place. She knew her marriage was ruined, she knew that Benjamin loved Padme and that she loved him back and as cynical and in dire need of a passable future she was, she couldn’t stand between them now, could she? Everyone would be miserable, including herself.
And there was the matter of this man, her supposed future brother-in-law being terribly improper and what was worse, Gwen liking it.
“Thank you Mr. Ferrars,” she said finally with the smallest of smiles as she stood by the fire, adjusting the blanket he had set over her shoulders and holding her now broken glasses in her hand. There goes reading, she thought--not that she could with this man reading and watching her like a hawk--or maybe he wasn’t, maybe she just wanted him to look at her like a hawk.
“Do you make a habit of reading in the study at night?”
[ brandon & katherine ]
Katherine smiled as her mother braided her hair. “I know she has been. I just wish she could be…nicer. Maybe see things the way I do for once.” She laid her hands on her lap. “He is a good man and…he would make a good husband.” She blushed lightly. “If he still wishes to court me. I think… I think I should give him the chance that I didn’t truly give him before.”
She settled back into bed and looked up at her mother. “Yes, please, mother… He deserves my thanks.” She gave a small smile. “And I don’t want to come off rudely to my rescuer.”
Mrs. Dashwood tilted her head to the side and a quiet sound entirely too similar to ‘huh’ left her lips. “Well darling, the Colonel is a very good man and I am sure he’s helped your sister and you out of the goodness of his heart. Do not feel obliged to return his affections unless your truly do. It could make more damage than good sweetheart,” she ventured out helping Katherine settle in bed and pecking her forehead.
“But I do believe he’s a good man and he’d make a very good husband... in time.”
Smiling at her daughter she pecked her forehead again and went out to hug Padme and tell the Colonel that Katherine wanted to see him.
Henry was surprised--pleasantly so--and gave Mrs. Dashwood a single nod before going up the stairs and having to restrain himself not to jump two steps at a time, standing by the door entirely too soon.
Taking a deep, not-calming-at-all breath, he knocked on the door and walked in when told so, walking next to Katherine’s bed and smiled, relieved to see her awake and with rosey cheeks again. “How are you feeling Miss Katherine?”
[ pride & prejudice for socialists ]
Katie looked away with a frown. Even though her mother clearly preferred John over her and she tried to control just about everything she did, Katie couldn’t imagine seeing her mother so ill. She sympathized with Gwen…even if they hadn’t previously had the best interactions. “I will be sure to keep her in my prayers,” she said, reaching her hand over to lay on top of Gwen’s for a moment.
When Gwen asked her who was in the factory, Katie nervously nibbled on her bottom lip. “I’m not supposed to talk about it…” In truth, Katie was sure that John and their mother would have preferred if she didn’t know about it at all, but it had been unavoidable. “John didn’t want to-” she insisted quickly. “But the strike forced his hand.”
Gwen took her hand to her mouth at Katie’s admission and swiftly dropped it to the side and got up. “He’s hired people from Ireland?!” she knew she shouldn’t take it on Katherine and didn’t intend to--nor she intended to be loud and have Mrs. Thornton come downstairs to lecture her, no. She’d be the one doing the lecturing to John once she found where he was.
“Your brother is at his office, is he not?” she asked and stormed out, without really waiting for a response--out of the house, through the courtyard and into the factory’s building, heading straight to John’s--Mr. Thornton’s office.
“You need to talk to them. They will find out you hired Irish workers. John, their children are starving! And you’ve hired someone else to do their job!” she started in a louder than normal tone the moment she laid her eyes on him, already hearing the voices blocks away and not realizing she had called him John, to his face, for the very first time.
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[ man i did not see that coming ]
Obi Wan’s hands clenched as Henry mentioned Padme. “I would have given you a chance,” he said, his voice low. “But the way he looked at me. He had no remorse. He didn’t care what he did to Padme. He didn’t care that he was planning on destroying the place that had been his home. I needed to end him.”
He pulled on the gloves and then moved Anakin’s body onto the plastic. He looked down at the body for a moment before looking over at Henry. “I wish Kilian was here. He’s more of a…fixer than either of us.” Master Yoda had been sure to keep him out of things the last time there had been an…issue. He knew that sometimes things had to come to this sort of end, which was why most of the high ranking members carried guns, why Kilian was so well trained at cleaning up messes.
He sighed deeply. “What do we do first?”
Henry noticed that Obi Wan seemed to be on autopilot--he figured he hadn’t gone through the motions before, which was good, considering he was the Grand Master. That figure should be kind, and collected and most of all good and barely tainted and yes, he had blood on his hands now but Henry would make damn sure there was none left by the crack of dawn.
“Well yes, Kilian is a fixer but I’ve watched a lot of CSI,” he managed to tease the other setting his hand on Obi Wan’s shoulder. “Some people don’t appreciate the second chances they get and that’s not your fault. You did what needed to be done, you saved my daughter, you saved all of us. Now,” taking a deep breath he pulled his hand away and looked down at Anakin, wanting to kick his body but that’d only leave more bloodstains to clean.
“We need to move him. Hmm. Change your clothes to that,” he said pointing out to a pair of jeans and a t-shirt he had set on the bed, “and drop your clothes along with him.”
“Katherine is taking care of Padme and Phillip is with Margaret in confinement, so that leaves out any witnesses. We can control the story. I’ll figure it out. Now change and then we’ll take this bastard to his fucking resting place.” Henry then thought that it’d be easier to dispose of Anakin’s teeth after burning his body and clothes to nothing but ashes but the thought of making the bastard bleed--even after death warmed his heart a little.
“You think you can stomach what’s next? I can do it alone--or you can bring scotch.”
[ cult bros ]
There hadn’t been one moment of hesitation in Obi Wan when he had found Anakin attacking Padme. He had taken Anakin and all but thrown him into the next room, knowing what he had to do and not wanting Padme to be witness to that. Luckily her father had arrived and Obi Wan knew that he would take care of her, allowing him to focus completely on Anakin.
He had wanted to train Anakin further, to help him achieve a higher level within the group, he had had such hope for him. But the younger man had betrayed him. Obi Wan had begun grooming Padme to become his personal vestal and Anakin had been aware of that. He wasn’t sure why the younger man had become like this, but…it truly didn’t matter. What did matter was that Obi Wan had to make sure that he never came near Padme again.
He was shockingly still when Henry walked into the room. The hand on his back felt heavy, almost unbearably so. “We’re going to need more than that,” Obi Wan replied softly. He looked down at Anakin’s body before shifting his gaze to Henry. “He deserved a fate worse than this.”
"I've got this Obi Wan," Henry reassured him pulling his hand away from the other. His mind was already in overdrive thinking of all the right steps to dispose of the body properly in order to ensure no DNA sample or wondering tooth made it to a police crime lab. And he was also thinking of the necessary steps to take to make it look like he had been banished. They needed witnesses--they needed 'Anakin' leaving after being banned. It could be done, but for the time being he needed to focus on the corpse and then in Obi Wan's shock--he wasn't concerned about his faughter since Katherine would take good care of her.
"Yes he did. You should see Padme's neck. You disposed of him way too quickly, I didn't get a chance to take a swing at his formerly pretty face." It was possibly the worst time for humor but it's what happened when he was nervous and, even though he was sure that Kilian woulf do a far better job at cleaning up this mess he was here now and time was of the essence.
Walking away from the corpse and Obi Wan, he quickly took a few pieces of clothing from his wardrobe along with towels and asked Obi Wan to change into them before heading out to the kithchen for glove, bleach and a large piece of plastic that used to cover one of thw new matresses. It was hard plastic and it'll keep nasty bloodstains from ruining more of the floor. Hurrying back he walked into the room and locked the door behind him.
"Tomorrow's Sunday. No one will be using the large ovens," he commented as he out on the gloves and gave Obi Wan another pair and stretched the plastic alongside Anakin's body.