#verse:postwar

[haleyylisse]

@fatedguardsmen started following Haley

Sometimes, the third-generation royal was convinced that the world was conspiring to drive her insane. Her mother's cavalier approach to organizing their lives, her father's constant distraction with his work - it was a miracle that she hadn't torn out her hair already. Brushing long blue locks back behind her ears, she started pinning the dyed-blond threads into place, mumbling to herself around the clips in her mouth. 

"Stuphid mofer...leafing me alone for a week..." Spitting out the last clip she slid it into space and started pulling on one of her more casual dresses, the long crimson skirt reaching down to halfway along her shins as she shrugged on a thin purple jacket to cover the rest. Leaving the room, she found the shared living area that her part of the family used in surprisingly good shape, shoulders relaxing as she realized that perhaps it wouldn't be too bad a week after all. 

"Thank you, Alex." She addressed the butler, smiling as she walked over to the table and sat down to have her breakfast, deciding to enjoy the relative peace. "Won't you join me? It's ever so lonely with the rest of them gone, even if the quiet's nice."

She batted her long, thin eyelashes - one of the few reminders of her father's Plegian heritage - at him, smiling a little before focusing on the fruit in front of her, waiting for his answer.

[haleyylisse]

@armsthriift started following Haley

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Haley grunted as her fists slammed into the sand-filled training doll time and time again, rocking back on the balls of her feet after the third punch. Coiling around, she brought her leg up in a kick to where the kidney would be, shin audibly impacting roughly as she winced a little, not used to the way her new shinguards dug into the skin yet. Hopping back, she flexed her leg a little, scowling at the doll. She'd never really been a fighter as a child, just taking a few basic self-defense classes - knives and fists, mostly. Finding out that the war was over by the time she'd finally caught up to her sister in the past had come as something of a relief, glad that she wasn't dead weight. But - well, she couldn't sit around and spend /all/ of her time working on her clothes. People might start thinking she was girly, or that she wasn't tough. That, and a small, guilty part of her admitted it, she didn't want to lose her figure. Relaxing herself, she stepped away from the training doll and put her foot on a bench, rolling up her trousers to unstrap the first shinguard before finally realizing someone was waiting at the door. "Inigo." She nodded at him, tossing the metal guard onto the table and repeating the process with her other leg. "Place is all yours as long as you don't mind me watching." Straightening up, she wiped some sweat off of her forehead and started to unstrap her leather gloves, putting them next to her shinguards as she glanced at him with a sly smile that would, to Haley's utter horror, remind anyone looking at her of her mother. "After all, if you've been staring at me, it's only nice to return the favor."

[haleyylisse]

@deintegro started following Haley

"Hey, Dad." Haley said absently, resting her feet on the tactician's table as she leaned back in his chair. She was focused on the small pattern she was slowly stitching into the sleeve of her new jacket - which was, in and of itself, only half-finished. Judging from the scattered scraps of leather throughout the office, she must have run out of material to finish the left sleeve.

Finishing with the blue thread, she picked up the red and wove it through the needle, finally glancing up at her father once she'd tied it off in the needle. Snipping off a bit of overdrawn blue with a knife and tossing it to the floor, she mumbled around the pair of pins in the corner of her mouth. "Can you come back later? I'm almost done."

The tinge of sarcasm thrown into the slightly slurred words was obvious to anyone listening closely enough. Even Haley wasn't sure if she was just being passive-aggressive or...well, no, it was absolutely passive-aggressive. She just didn't know if it was mocking how he usually chose to dismiss her whenever she tried to spend time with him, or an incredibly unsubtle hint that he could at least get a second chair in his office so they could at least be in the same room. 

Technically there WAS a couch, but given her mother's approach to 'spending time' with her father, she really, really didn't trust it. At least her father would probably wipe off the desk afterwards...