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"… … …"
Even the young Nott would question the idea of staying with some complete stranger, let alone this… spindly, gargantuan individual who seemed to have taken some sort of liking to her. Still, the idea is somewhat tempting—
“Hey, I think I see the damn brat!”
—especially when she was on the run from her malevolent benefactors.
"Circle the perimeter! Make sure she doesn’t escape!!"
Eleanor snapped her head towards the sound of the distant shouting on reflex, stiffening as some barking joined the approaching fray… Despite the multiple attempts to break away from the cartel, she was uncertain if they would ultimately decide to kill her this time. She flicked her wrists, gritting her teeth as the steel blades erupt from her flesh, cold to the touch in this winter night—
In spite of the moment, she remembers the individual who might grant her some sort of asylum and glanced up to her with trepidation. A mother… It wasn’t in Eleanor’s vocabulary or range of emotions—the love and care from one, or a parent in general. She was unsure of how to answer to her, but she was absolutely certain that she wouldn’t be returning with the thugs who took her from the laboratory she came from.
The shouting and barking became louder with each passing second…
εїз;; Edith slowly turned her neck to see where the noises were coming from, her frail bones cracking as they moved. There were faint shouts of vulgar acts and cruel names directed at the young girl before her. It only took a quick glance back at the girl again to see that her fear wasn't directed at her, but to those who gave chase.
Her maternal instincts kicked in and her hair began to float menacingly in front of her face. It wasn't long before she had placed herself between the girl and the growing crowd coming toward them.
"̟͈͕̪̩̝̜̏I͚͆ͧt͖̲͈̖̰͈̒̽̊ͤ'̰̺s̲̪̲̒ͫ̉ͩ ̝̟ͪ͛ͩͦ̓ͧ̚d̪̔͒ͪ̈́̆a̰n̠̜͙g̠̱e̱̺͈̦̪̍r͕̻̱̭̯̜ö̝̙̲̪̤́ͫ̓ͪu̮͚͈̠͇ͪ͐ͩͪ̇s̮̠̩̫̪̲̞ͮ ̓́̍ͭ̆̋ḧ̭̖͔̫́e̲̙̺͕͚r͖͙͙͍e̲̘͐̈́̄̎ͅ ̹̲̹͖̌̓̏c͍͉̭̫̐͒ͯ͗ͦͯh̖̥͓̔̏ͩͅi̻ͤ͛ͧ̃̃l̼̞͇͉ͦ͐͂͋d͓͇̬̖̻̝̞̋͐ͧ͒̍͒.̱̙͛̂̿ ̭̭̱̻͍̂͒P̭̺̘̿ͥ̈ͭ̔l̰̱̰̰̰̗̗̑̓ͦ̔e̍ͣ̆ͪ̂̃a͚̺̖̙̠̥̔̄ͭs̟̥̼̜̦͍ͯͫ͛̂e̺̥̲ͧ̏̓ ̜̓͑ͮ̓ͩ͋̂g̺̖̬̹͔̱̎ͭͭ̑ȍ͎̱͖͚̈͋͑.͉͇̖̘̪͖̔̓̔ͣ̀̋ͦ"͓͚̻̭̦ͤͬ̒
"My baby...where is my baby?"
"I, uh.. Have no idea.."
εїз;; She eyed the child standing near the high school girl. The two had similar features, it was easy to tell they were related.
"̫͈͍̣̰̑̽ͭͮT̰͕̳̬̼̳ͮ̈̌̽̒ͤḧ͂͆a̺̖ͯ͋́̒t ̤̫̤̠̣̳̥ͮ̓̒̉c̲̐ͥẖ̪̆ͨ͊ͦ͊̄̐ḯ̬̹̙̐͒̉ͥ͛l̒͐ͨ̄͆̆ͭd͓̤̠̪̺̄ ̤̜̘͇͙ͦͥ̄t̤͗h̯̱̺͐ͬͅe͈ͫ̊ͯ͊͆r̜e̲͍̞̜̠̖̐͑̽͊͊́,̘͓͕͇̖̌ͪ́ ͕̭̼̳̖͆y͙͔͌̑͑ő̏̏ͨu͔̘̻̯̥̤̼̎'̺̘̺̣ṟ͔͇͔e̞͗̑̋̊ ̦̦ͫ̀͋̎̿́͂ͅs̹̱̞͎͍̝̲̽ͫͪ̐͋ỉ͚͖͓b̲̠̘͉̪̘ͭ̊̐ͯ̓l̳̤͖͔̞͚̬̋̋̋̌̍ͫ̂i̗͖̞̰̐ͅn̹̳̾ͮ̋ͮ͒͒ͬg̪̬̙̠s͇̥̄̎̋̔̔̇ ̖͕̲̠ͫ̆̈ͩ͑r̼̹̲͉͍͊̋̊̐͂ͣ̃ͅi͈̦̰̮̖̐̐ͮ̽ͯͦg̝͚̞̱̿ͦ̐͆h͔̦̹̞ͣͧ̈̓̆̂͛ṭ̦̥̜̰̲̆̂̔?̣͖̖͂ ̫̔̌̎̿͋
W̍ͨ̈́̔ͩ̆ḥ̞͆̿ͥ̈́̀͒ͅe͚͊̊ͬ̔̒̀͐r̦̼͖̟̫̞̙ͬ̋̾̍͋e͛ͥ ̣͚̟͖͍̘͒͛a̳̳̭̼͔̮̓͒̓̈̌r̮͈͓̹̲̙ͭ͑e̠͔͖̳͗ͪͩͫ̓͂͒ ̫̱̯͉̱̟͂̎̄y͉͇̩̥͓͓o̿̏̄ṳͬͧ ̊ͩ͗p̤̼̩̱̥̩̂̓̚̚a̪̲̫̻̹͔͋͂͑̈́̂̇r̺̜͈̘͎̺̮̐̑͑̓ͪ́͛e̙̮̺͐͒ͤ͋ͯ͆̚n̺̯̘͋̆͌ͧ͑͌t̳̣̥͍̯s̘̱͚̮̹̗͒?͔͓̊͒͗̾̏̋̀"̦ͤ̈̑
WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?
εїз;; "Lily is usually the first to cheer me up," Edith smiles, looking away in hopes of hiding her slightly blushing face.
"She’s always there for me, even when I don’t notice that I’m down in the first place. But if she’s at school, I usually make some tea and try to knit something to keep my mind preoccupied.”
"I… have not seen your CHILD."
Child in appearance she was… but certainly not hers? It was not grotesque appearance that caused the young Nott to tense and back off into a defensive position, but the comparison in height.
εїз ;; There was a certain fear in the child's eyes before her that struck a nerve. The hole in her heart stretched and grew, as the idea of having to look any further was more than she could bear. How long would she have to wait before her child would turn up?
There was no use in waiting anymore, she thought. Maybe this one could replace the other she had lost. Despite the answer she was doomed to receive, the weary mother stretched out her hand.
"M̠̪̺ͬ̊̓ȳ̮̖̘̻̱ ̤͉̱̞̯̣̖ͣ̈̌h̞̫͕e͎̜̝̎ͨͥ͊a͖̣̣̘̟͌̋̋̆r̩̼̫̜̀̊̅ͯ͒t͍͂̈ͧ̿ͬͭͬ,͎̹̦̟͕̰̤̀̎͊ ͈̻̻̹ͨ̿ͨ̒i͈͚͍̤ͯ̔ͧ̂t͎͖̥͑̔̚ ͍̤͇ͧ͂̅̿ͣ̏h̥ͦͥ̒ủ̲̃̈ͯ̏r̘̞͓ͫͨ͒ͥ͋ṯ̫̙̄̎s͎ͅ ̩̼̯̼̰̺̫͒̈̽̐̋̏s̮̝̮̘̐ͯ͋o̾̃̾͌ͭ̋ͮ ̘͕̻̗̝͇ͯ̉͗̾͗̈m̲̥͎̺u̹̲̟̰͖͔̿̃̋͐̉c͓h̰͆ͮ͊̌̓̚.̖̱̫̯͙͎ͨͥͬͅ
P̼̱̝̱̠̙̽ͫl̾ͩe̝̱̥ͧa̫̟̪̬̹̩͓̓͒̋s̫̬̼̘̩̻ͩ̀̉ͨ̊e̲͔͖̪̖̞ͩ̾ͦͤ̈́̾ͬ ̦̭̳̩̩̞̩̑ͥ͂̓w̖̅̊̿̑̏o̪ͯͣ̈́͆ͯ̀̔u̱̞̼͙̯ͫ̑ͧ̍͛l̗͇͓̾d͎̞̙͖̠̭̺ͯͨ͗ͪͯ y̼̋̽ͭ̔́̈́o̓̋ͦ̒u̝̐̓̓ͬ ̰͍̭̋̾͆̓͐̇̑l̝̳̙̲͇̿͛͒ȅ̮̥̞̯̭ͅt̠̑̎ͨ͌ ͖͚̜̤̙m̘͎͕͉̫̩͍͊ͭ̋̾̀e̼̘̮̹̺͙ͥ̊͛̇͌ ͍̰͉̥̺ͭͣ̓̉̉b̝̘̬͇́͗̍e̻̞̗̺̮̳̋̿ͨ̀̍̓͆ ̪̫͍͑y̮̳̹͕̗ͮ̆̌ͣͦ̈́̏o͕̝̩̮̥̠ͥ̒̑ͫu̬͎̞̞ͨ̒ͦͧ̍͂r̬̣̞͇̗̯̼ ͚̙̻̖̪͙ͧ̊̊ͦͯm̳͐̓o͔̫̲̺̙̎͊ṱ̦͎̦̖̼͚̇͑ͯ̈ͭ̚h͍̩̻̹̰e͓ͪr̘̪̲̭̔̈́?̱̾̒̿̾
I̮ ̦̦͚͉̳ͅc̞͙̤̙͂ô̟͔̤͉ͨū̗͈͛͆̇͊ͫ̋l̼̔̓̄̊ͥ̎͒ḏ̖̣̒ͬ̋͗ ̦̜̫̱͖̆̆̓ͣ͆t̬̙ͥͬ̋ăͪ́k͓͖̖̖͌͒͐͆̈́̏e̯̪̮̗̦͌͗͆̌ ̝̭̱ͅc̞̪̰̟̱̲a̙͍͈̖ͪ͛̈́ͥͨ̔̌rē͎͍̲̜̱ ̺̭̞̹̫̽ͅo̺͉̳f̘̗̹̙̼̽̅ͭ̿ͩ ̦̣̖̞̚y̻̫̪̹͇͎o̫̘̦̜ͬͪͅu͎͉̥̗̞̜̣ͫ͑ ̈́͛ͮ͌̿a̺̥ͩ̔̎̑̽n̯̥̼̱̫͇̗͆d̳̲̼̖ͩ̑ͤ̆ͪ̈ ̙̫̣̭̰̘̅ͯ̀l̞̣̲o̳͓̠̦̞ͨͭ͒͑̑͑̓ͅv̹̲ͮë́ͦ͒̅̌ ̥͖̲̄̀ͥͥ̆ͯỷ̗̫͔̘̦̘ő͖̮͈̼̭͕̄u͕͔̞ͣ̎̂ ̞͔̼̩̄̍̉͗f̫̰̱̾ͭ͂̅o͓̻͕r͖̩e̲̪̱̭͚ͨ́ͬ͗̏̌̂v̯̤̖͔̩͋̄e̬̻̟͌͌̚r͒ͤͣ̓.̤̱̗̩̍.̍͋̅.̠̩ͯͨ̌̈́"
Hmph. You have no heart which can be injured— You’re just a lowly witch-hunting murder doll!
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protective-mother:
W̢̭̰̞̐ͬ͛ͭͤ̚h̛̄́e̺͛ͨ͋r̛͇͔̯͎̟͕͊ͭ̆e̥̹͚̮͓̬͉ͧͯ͂ͪ ̩̥̜̬ͯͯ̄a͔͖͛̓͟r͈̺̫͕ͯ̍e̹͔̫̞ͬ̍ͭ̈́ͪͥ̚ ̢̤̻̝̜͙̖͙̂͐͒ͤ̂̍m̅̄ͫ̆ͨͤ̚y̨̩͊̈̍̎ͣͯ ͕̗̜̟̯̉̿͌ͮͦc͋̑̈͆͂̈̊h̤͟i̢͈͍͖̺͕̪ͩ̌̃͑̅ͥl͕̣̠̙̐͂͂̃d̮̲̳͔͚̮̓ͪ̔̂e̼̎̉̿̆̇̑̈́n͙̟̖ͮ̎ͩ̽̊̚?̱̮̦͂̈ͤ̅͊̓̀
εїз - Independent RP blog for Edith Brennan from MAMA
εїз- Based on Movie, Timelines and AU’s added
εїз - Uses para, one-liners, and the occasional crack
εїз - US Central Time; Mostly on during evening hours
εїз - Crossover/OC-friendly
εїз - Non-selective
protective-mother:
W̘̟̯̖̯͔ͯh̝͚̑̔ͬ̋e͔͝r̶͉̣͎̤͈̙̂e̸̩͖͙̦̙͔͔ ͓̦̝̟͌̓̓̋ͣ͌̅h͇̠̫̤̗̹̬͆͌̑̑ǎ̧̱̰͔̜̘̰̂̄s̺̦̺̪̯͆ ̌ͣ͜s̴̰͔̹͍͈̩͌̆͊̉̆ͨh̬͆e̴̩͕̹̲̦͖̾̔͒̌̃̅̿ ̜̒͗ͬͤ̃͐̕g̤͈̖̈́̃̉͌͐́͞o̢͛̎ͪ̔n͍͙̦͙ͭͯ͂ͮ́e͈͓͉̭̙͈ͣ̌ͣ̔͌?̨ ̧̜̞̟͙ͨH̺̟ͥ̈́̀̓a͊҉s̖͍̾̀ͩ̆̄̉̈͠ ̫̲̯̦͎̹̑͛̌ͬ̅s̮̣͔͔̞̾͛ͮͤ̋h̯̥̘̫̭͈e̦̫̪̜͍͕̓̋͜ ͇ͦ̀̀̍a̭̬̩̙̣͙͕͑̂̿ḇͣ̔̈an͎̳͔̈̒͐ͭͣd̴͙͕̼̩̝ͫ͛oͬͥ͂͡n̴̲ͫȩͭͬ͛ͩ͑d̴̟͕͔̩̙̗̳̐͒ ̙͙̼̤͊͢y̛͖͔̅̈́́ͫͥ̉ͦo̶̺̪̰ͧͦ͛̐ͭ̆ŭ̵͔͓̥?̝͚̼͐͌
“Mi-. She disappeared, she did.”
“Down to the bottom of the swamp…”
W̸̜̏ͩ͌̅̔ͦ̂o̬̐̑̔͊͘u̢̠̟̝̪̍ͩ̌̎ͧͨḷ̎͊ͮ̓͐ͬͪ͢d͈͕͉̰̠̈́̃ ̫ỷͤ̃͌͌o͍̜̤̝̱̯̮u͙̪̐̿ͪͬ͐ͮ̓.͚̺͙͚̮͓̫̑͗̍̕.̭̈́̌͌͊̏̌͞.͍̯̮̘ͤͣl̻̠̯̟̰̭̖͋̚ȉ̸̗̮̻͛̽̃̆̊̚k̋͠e̢̟̱͇͕̔̆ ͉̟̠͔͢a͖̣̖̹̖̬̣̾ͣ̊̈́̏̒ͩ ̻̟̩̼̳̀̊͌̌n̞̬͙̮̻ͣ̐̍ͣ̂̊̕e̟͍̳̪̭̗͙ͦ̅̏̎̓ͦ̆̀w̙̘̹̏ ͕̹̦͎̇͝m̶̖̊̈́ͯ̃̔o̗̥͚̤̤t̗̍͋͞ͅh̔ͥ̅̚҉̜e̤̳̫̞̳͑́ͦ̿̏ͪr̵̤̲͍̥̙ͮ̏ͯ̌͑?̺͎̟̘̓ͦ̊̂͐̑ͅ ̨͉̣͇ͅ
I̗̙̻͐́ͨ͛́̎͐ ̶̜̎͗c̴̩̪̯͊͒̒͑̄͗o͚͖̗̜uͮ͐̀̍͏̥͖̖̲̪̻l͒͌ḍͧͮ̌̍ ͇̀ͤ̎͆͗̋́b̗̼͖̥̾ͭ͑͛͊e͙ͥ̊ͨ͋̉̓ ̧̠̦̹y̷͈͇̩̫͇̝̆͒͒ͭ̑͌oͤ͌ư̻͇ͯͥ̓r̭̠̚ ̜̗͐̔ͥͬ̀̎̇m̱̗̯ͧ̔̇o̖̅t̡̜̟̜̝ḧ̘̱͉͈́ȩ̰ͩͤ̓ͧ̐̑r̈ͬ҉͙͙͓̣.̴̆̉̓ ̪͕̤͔͊ͥ̒͋ͩ̉̕ͅͅͅ
W̞̗̩̲̫̳̹ͧͧ͞e̜̰̻̒͆ͥ̓̆̚̚͟ ̷͇̪͖̥͔̞̣̓ͦͥc̙͎̥̳o̩͓̓̄͂̌̑̕u̥̭ͫ̔͐͌̊ͮͅl͖͍̭̰̽̇͆ͧd̤̤͎͕̎̃ͫ́̉̀ ̣̠͓̻̟̜ͧ̓͊ͦb̡͆̐̐e̸̤̔̅̿ ̦̹̳͎̱̱̔ͪ̅̋̀̈́͠ǎ͕͕́ ̩͍̥̾͌f̷̰͖̻̙͉̠̰̃a̸ͥ̍m̦̘͚̾ͬͫ́̾̇̓i̻̹͙̻̙͕͛̓ͫͨ̏͂̃l͔͍͂́͋y͑͐.̔̄͗̿ͦ̀͘
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W̘̟̯̖̯͔ͯh̝͚̑̔ͬ̋e͔͝r̶͉̣͎̤͈̙̂e̸̩͖͙̦̙͔͔ ͓̦̝̟͌̓̓̋ͣ͌̅h͇̠̫̤̗̹̬͆͌̑̑ǎ̧̱̰͔̜̘̰̂̄s̺̦̺̪̯͆ ̌ͣ͜s̴̰͔̹͍͈̩͌̆͊̉̆ͨh̬͆e̴̩͕̹̲̦͖̾̔͒̌̃̅̿ ̜̒͗ͬͤ̃͐̕g̤͈̖̈́̃̉͌͐́͞o̢͛̎ͪ̔n͍͙̦͙ͭͯ͂ͮ́e͈͓͉̭̙͈ͣ̌ͣ̔͌?̨ ̧̜̞̟͙ͨH̺̟ͥ̈́̀̓a͊҉s̖͍̾̀ͩ̆̄̉̈͠ ̫̲̯̦͎̹̑͛̌ͬ̅s̮̣͔͔̞̾͛ͮͤ̋h̯̥̘̫̭͈e̦̫̪̜͍͕̓̋͜ ͇ͦ̀̀̍a̭̬̩̙̣͙͕͑̂̿ḇͣ̔̈an͎̳͔̈̒͐ͭͣd̴͙͕̼̩̝ͫ͛oͬͥ͂͡n̴̲ͫȩͭͬ͛ͩ͑d̴̟͕͔̩̙̗̳̐͒ ̙͙̼̤͊͢y̛͖͔̅̈́́ͫͥ̉ͦo̶̺̪̰ͧͦ͛̐ͭ̆ŭ̵͔͓̥?̝͚̼͐͌
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T̿ͬ̍̈̃̒͏e̛̳̱̯̓͋̋͒͑̏l͈̼͍̩͐̉l̠͈̗̤̰͙̈́ͪ̔̀ ̧̭͕͓̠̹̆̄ͅm̍̓ͫ̚e̫͍̣̩͋̒̏ͮ̍̄́ ̋̉̓ͦ́̚c͎̙͙h̢͖̪͓̙̤ͅiͨ͛͊̄̾ḻ̞͕̞̘̲ͣ̐̑́͌ͤ͢d̥̪ͦ̽̋.̵͕̮͛͊ͨ̔͑ͫͥͅͅ.̫͇͍̮͐ͪ̉͠ͅͅ.͉͖͎̃̐̊̉W̫̣̒͐̚̚h̵̲͈̠͕̝͒ͦ̅̀́ͬ̽e͉͎̱̞͡r̝̝̥̣̟͞ͅe͈͞ ̮̟̻ͯ͟i̴̩̜̳͎̾ͨ̂̈̄ͯ͑s̈́̒҉̻̥͔͚̤͍̼ ̤̠̼͑̿͒́ỳ̵͕̜͚̩̹̌͐ò̹̹̦͠u̓̊̍ͤͣͨ̀r̯̺̭̹̊ͮͧ́ ̪̞̰̮̤̙͗͛͆ͯ͗ͪ̑̕ͅm̸̗ͣ̓́o̺̤t̬͖̻ͫ͊͒̍̍ḫ͓͖̰̮̠̟ͣ̅ͣ͊̐͡e̜̤̼̻͔ͫ̓r̦͇̭̋̌ͧͤ?̢͌͛́̔̄͐ͣ
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εїз - Uses para, one-liners, and the occasional crack
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A mother's love is forever.
"Mama" (2013)