#aideenfuria

[floweringeclipse]

👄 whisper a secret no one else knows

Send a Symbol… || accepting{ @aideenfuria }

[ I’m sorry that I’m very distracted right now. ] signs Talcott, squatting to rest on his haunches so that he’s eye-level with the child. Besides the genuine remorse on his face, Aideen may notice how hard he’s clenching his jaw, and how tight-lipped and hesitant he is right now. 

[ Don’t tell anyone about this, not even your Da nor Big Sister Iris, alright? ] Only once Aideen affirms her promise to do so, the young man opens up through slow and slightly unsteady hand gestures, sighing heavily through flared nostrils. [ I get like this now and again. Lately, more than I wish. ] He taps the lobe of his right ear with a tiny grimace. [ I can’t hear on this side anymore, but I can still hear this constant ringing. And sometimes it gets loud enough and annoying that it gets hard for me to focus. Sometimes it also hurts, and it lasts incredibly long. ]

Like just a few moments ago, when it took an entire minute for Talcott to finally realize that Aideen’s been trying to get his attention. Over the years he’s learned how to compose his features and posture in order to feign a relaxed or uninterested demeanor despite the problems the tinnitus is giving him, though he didn’t mean to totally ignore his favourite companion.

 [ Not to worry, though. It will go away soon, I’m sure. ] A smile, small but genuine, makes its ways onto pallid face in hopes of erasing the worried look on Aideen. He even makes sure to playfully ruffle her hair. [ I guess I just need to rest some more. Would you like to join me for some hot cocoa? ]

[luciancityguard]

'You look really tired.' {aideenfuria}

Four Word Prompts:

“Guess I need to go to bed earlier, huh? Sometimes grown-ups need a bedtime.”

[liibertus]

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. {aideenfuria, tugging on his sleeve}

@aideenfuria || meme.

His weary eyes took a moment to adjust in the inadequate light. It wasn’t just the oppressing darkness. He was tired. Exhausted. But the sight of the girl made him smile. “Well hey there, kiddo,” he knelt down, ruffling her hair and swept her up into his arms, “what’re you doing? Get into any good trouble lately?” His tone was light and playful. He’d allow himself a short break before getting back to his work, mostly planning on just what the hell to do next. 

[floweringeclipse]

someone told aideen affection was permissible! So here she comes to offer Iris a shy hug. {aideenfuria}

This Amicitia is ALWAYS ready to give and receive affection!!{ @aideenfuria }

It isn’t hard to figure out what the child wants right now. Iris happily crouches on her haunches to allow little arms to wrap around her frame easier, and she of course returns the gentle embrace without hesitation, clinging only for as long as Aideen allows her. 

The huntress waits until Aideen takes a step back before speaking while hand signing (it’s good practice, after all, and she wants the child to be comfortable communicating with her in whatever method Aideen chooses), “Thank you, it’s just what I needed.” The weariness seems to evaporate from Iris’ bones when she sees Aideen’s face light up a little bit more. “And if you ever need hugs or anything, you just let Big Sis Iris know, alright?”

[ashakhara]

Aideen thinks Asha is blue! A bright, cheery blue that she'll know as /sky/ blue when the sun returns.

And aside from red ( the obvious choice ), Asha thinks that Aideen is yellow.  The brightest, shiniest, yellow  —  just like the pictures of the sun in her books!

(  colours for asha  —  @aideenfuria  )

[floweringeclipse]

Hopefully Iris doesn't mind snuggles because Aideen has latched onto Iris' waist and doesn't show any sign of letting go at any point. {aideenfuria}

Touch-Starved || always accepting{ @aideenfuria } 

The woman should tell Aideen that she will never. ever. mind impromptu snuggles, especially if it’s coming from someone as sweet as the little girl. Should Aideen want attention or affection at any given time, Iris (and Talcott, of course) are willing to give it to her the second they’re able to. Even right now, though she’s swamped with inventory checklists and other minor responsibilities around the bustling outpost, Iris places a protective hand onto the Aideen’s back as she clings to the huntress’ waist, keeping the child close and ensuring that no one gets close enough to bump against them.

Even when Captain Libertus hollers for Iris to run an errand for him, she signs to the child [Looks like you’re helping me with some fun things!] before carefully picking Aideen up and then running off to the other end of the outpost. Surely Furia’s busy with his own things if Aideen is left wandering out on her own, so it’s likely not a problem if Iris tows around the little one around with her for a while. At least neither of them will be bored or alone for the next few hours. 

[croweoftheglaive]

🎁 + a plush crow Aideen found! {aideenfuria}

First, Asha had unearthed her secret stash of Santa hats; wouldn’t tell a single soul where she’d found them, just doled them out with the instruction that they must be worn.  Now, here was Aideen holding out the small, plush crow for her to take.  Where had she found that?  Had it come from the same place as Asha’s hats?  A stash of forgotten decorations once stashed away for a later day only for the kids to take their pick?  Possibly.  What had been stashed away by others had always been shared ( or it had been for as long as she had called the outpost home )— if nobody had protested the hats, would anybody protest Aideen gifting the little plush toy?

No.  No, they wouldn’t.

“A crow for a Crowe, huh?”  Sending Aideen over with the toy— Asha’s influence?  Where Aideen was quiet, shy, Asha was boisterous, chatty.  It wouldn’t be beyond her to plant the seed; a crow for a Crowe.  “Thank you, Aideen,” grinning, she lifted the toy from the little girl’s hands— Asha had her prized Leviathan, Julia had her Malbo-kun, Aideen and the little Carbuncle; seemed she’d just joined an exclusive club, “Does this mean I can join the colouring parties on Granny Ezma’s porch?”

( christmas gifts —  @aideenfuria )

[ashakhara]

Aideen associates Asha with green! Bright and growing and friendly.

“An’ you’re yellow.  A really, really, really bright yellow!”  Just like the pictures of the sun in her books.  “Y’could be red just like your hair but I reckon yellow’s better.”

( colours  —  @aideenfuria )