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[dramatispcrsonae]

the house of healing. the name seemed to her almost a cruel jest. it was true enough that her physical wounds had healed -- or they would with time and a patience she did not feel. but her mind... that was not yet at ease. despite her pleas and her cajoling, the warden had refused to release her -- had refused to let her stand with her friends and countrymen in the last battle of this great war. and that she found intolerable.

éowyn stood at the window, her eyes gazing unfocused at the gardens and grey skies beyond. it had been a frequent haunt of hers since she’d been able to leave her bed. and this morning, so deep was she in her own thoughts that she did not hear the firm step behind her until the girl was almost upon her. she stifled the startled gasp in her throat and offered a weak smile in greeting.    “  lady sybil -- forgive me. i was... well, i confess my thoughts were far from here.  ”   //  @shesuffragist liked for éowyn!

[cindercreated]

“Good evening, Miss.” it was way too late for anyone to be walking the streets alone, especially Lord Robert’s daughter. “Is everything alright?”

@shesuffragist I starter call.

[killedinstead]

          “No, no, it’s alright.” Her arms had been full of books when a student had run into her--a Slytherin, no doubt on purpose, who had laughed they walked away-- the books had tumbled over the stairs. She had to take a couple of breaths to keep her composure before she started to pick them up. She didn’t look up when a shadow crossed over her to help. “I’m alright.”

@shesuffragist II sc

[oilysmug]

A STORM BREWS INSIDE HIM as the rain pours harder outside.  thomas and sybil are alone in the darkness, save for the candle between them.  he is selfish, and he knows it. . . but the news has hit him hard.  “so, that’s it, then?”  he asks woefully over his cup of tea.  “you’re off to ireland with the chauffeur.”  he scoffs.  thomas cannot look up at her, for he knows he would be lost.  his anger would dissipate, and he would forgive her.  he wants to be ANGRY.  she is leaving him behind.  why, why, does he always get left behind?  | @shesuffragist

[vredeir]

@shesuffragist     ➔     ♡  !

THEIR  OCCUPATION  IN  YORK  HAS  SUMMONED  MANY  VALKYRIES  TO  ESCORT  THEIR  BRAVE  VIKINGS  WHO  FELL  TO  ODIN’S  HALLS.     &     whilst  most  former  inhabitants  of  york  are  dead  or  managed  to  escape,  they  have  yet  to  decide  what  to  do  with  the  remaining  ones.     (  ivar  suspects  his  brothers  will  suggest  to  arrange  a  ransom  for  them.  )     ‘     you,     ’     he  tests  his  english  tongue,  leaning  heavily  on  his  crutch  as  he  limps  over  to  an  english  nurse  providing  care  to  her  own  people.     ‘     if  we  will  provide  you  with  anything  you  need  for  your  work,  will  you  tend  to  our  people,  too  ?  i  might  add  this  is  a  one  time  offer  to  save  what  is  left  of  your  people.     ’

[secondscn]

                    he was restless. his wounds were healing, but far too slowly for taste. on the mend, but not yet cured. he found the thought of lingering any longer in his bed utterly intolerable --  his muscles itched to be worked and stretched... so it was that he took to wandering the houses of healing, striking up conversations where he could, and doing his best to avoid slipping into an impatient brood about his own condition. on this particular afternoon, he had found a healer -- one of the younger, kindlier faces -- and soon found himself with more questions that she likely cared to answer. but if he noticed his imposition, he did not show it, leaning casually against the cool stone wall, eyeing her curiously as she worked.    “  do you not grow weary of this?  ”    he said at last, words blurting out to break the silence.    “  being surrounded by sickness and pain all day, every day? i think i admire you -- it would drive me mad...  ”    it’s already driving me mad, he added silently.   //   @shesuffragist​ liked for a starter!

[northrnking]

POST TRAUMA SENTENCE STARTERS     *  / FOR SYBIL @shesuffragist​ “you should lay down.”

 ❛  I’m grateful for your hospitality my lady , but you needn’t worry .  ❜ Robb lifted his weight from the warm fur that was graciously laid out under him for comfort . He was careful with the bandages around his abdomen , and he did his best to hide the pain from showing through his clenched jaw and squinted eyes . As much as the man appreciated the gentle care of a woman ( something that had become but a distant memory ) , he felt undeserving of it , thus guilty should he stay any longer .   ❛  I’m taking up too much of your time , really -- I’m all right .   ❜

[dechagnys]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒   —   𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬.   a visit to england for the de chagny brothers means a trip up to yorkshire to visit lord and lady grantham ;  and raoul was positive that all parties involved were happy with this arrangement.   the trouble is ,  the more time he spends trying not to make a fool out of himself in front of lord and lady grantham ,  their three daughters and frequently the dowager countess grantham ,  the more he makes a fool out of himself.   like just now ,  while he and sybil were attempting an escape attempt to the library   —   a combination of sybil tugging a little too hard on his arm and his general unsteadiness had resulted in raoul falling face first onto the drawing room floor.   directly in front of the entire family ,  alongside their formidable   ( scary )   butler ,   carson.

a moment of silence and a brief exchange of customary pleasantries later and he and sybil were finally alone ,  giving raoul the perfect opportunity to wallow in his own embarrassment.   he sinks to the floor ,  hands covering his face and a muffled groaning coming from his lips.          ‘   sybilllll   ….   ’          he begins ,  his tone whiny and dripping self-pity.          ‘   in  front  of  your  entire  family   ???   what’s wrong with me   ???   what’s  going  to  happen  the   next  time  I  show  my  face   ???   god  knows  I’ll  probably  end   up  knocking  soup  over  your  grandmother  and  sending  a  carving   knife  directly  through  your  father’s  chest.   ’                     /   @shesuffragist​ plotted starter.