She was like the moon

[atonemant-deactivated20171227]

[mickeymovich]

“Look it’s somethin’ to do with Coin. S’all I know.”

[wildxoranges-blog]

“...Oh.” Michelle mulled that over for a couple seconds, resolving to ask Regina. “Who might you be?”

[onceandfxture]

a bad day | {slight past}

[onceandfxture]

The irony of this situation - Michelle finding him once more, curled up and shaking - was not lost on the knight; but while then, it had been the shock of Leonard’s death, now it was the result of something he would have to live with. The shaking of his hands lessened as Michelle’s covered his; smaller covering larger, smooth over rough - the touch offered warmth, it was something to focus on. He needed to focus. Putting his feet shakily onto the floor, he made room for the young witch to sit as he pulled the blanket closer about him; trying in vain to fend off a chill that wasn’t there - a chill reminiscent of the Capitol cells which just wouldn’t go away. “I’ve… B-been better,” the dark haired knight admitted. “B-but it’ll pass.”

“A-are you a-alright?”

[wildxoranges-blog]

Michelle blinked, smiled gently. She folded her legs underneath herself as she sat down, relaxing by Arthur’s side. The knight was trustworthy. Michelle could tell a trustworthy person from an untrustworthy one. It was lucky that she could, too; naivety might have suited her, but it wouldn’t have kept her alive.

At his reply, Michelle sighed softly. He seemed so hurt by the things he had seen and done. Perhaps he was hurt more by what others had done to him. Michelle didn’t know. She wanted to help, of course she did, but she hadn’t the faintest idea how. “It’ll pass and then come back again?”

She shrugged. “I’m fine. I’m doing well.” 

[mickeymovich]

“You think I know the answer to those questions? Considerin’ I started this conversation askin’ questions?”

[wildxoranges-blog]

“Alright, I s’pose not. You just heard that there were - meetings, and not the reason as to why? That’s strange. And unsettling.”

[mickeymovich]

“Aye, Mandy told me somethin’ about some meetin’s or whatever the fuck? You guys plannin’ somethin’? ‘Cause it feels like somethin’ I should know about.”

[mickeymovich]

[wildxoranges-blog]

“--- - Who? What? Meetings?”

[misswenn-deactivated20160314]

[onceandfxture]

a bad day | {slight past}

Arthur’s hand shook as it reached for glass of water on the table beside the chair he was situated in; the book he had been trying to keep focus on, now forgotten on his lap. This new attack, months overdue, had begun before the lifting of the curfew earlier in the morning. It had started with a nightmare; acrotus and dorian swirling in a force of dark memory - causing the knight to waken, with a panic attack following in its wake. Panic attacks were something he had grown used to since the Capitol, but this fear was more overwhelming when an episode came. There was no name for the episodes he experienced, but Gaius had assured after the last time there wouldn’t be any lasting physical effects - though the mental weariness left him feeling tired for days after.

Gritting his teeth now, Arthur’s hand reached the glass; the clear liquid inside sloshing over the edges as shaking fingers tried to get a firmer grip of the cylindrical object. The knight closed his eyes, and took a deep breath; getting angry only made the shaking worse due to the spike in adrenaline the emotion caused - but it was a near thing. The light brush of something past his hand seconds later, caused him to snap paler-than-usual blue eyes open . He swallowed and nodded a thankyou at the person responsible, as they covered his hand with theirs - steadying his hold. “th-thankyou,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse as he’d barely spoken over the past few days.

[wildxoranges-blog]

Michelle smiled softly as she pressed his fingers to the glass. When she had first met Arthur, he had been curled up outside all alone. He had been shaking then too, albeit much more severely than he was now. The young girl looked down at his hands and hers, noting the differences in size and colour.

“How have you been?” 

[millsr-deactivated20160111]

“Yes,” she breathed, relief bringing a smile to her face. “I should, shouldn’t I?” And she kept it there, her smile, hoping it would settle the girl. “Would you like to eat something?”

[wildxoranges-blog]

Michelle nodded. Her instinct insisted that something was off, was strained, but it really wasn’t her place to keep pressing Regina. She would have to trust that things were fine. “Yes. You’ll stay with me, though? Bring me up to date?”

[millsr-deactivated20160111]

“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head. “There’s no reason to be skeptical.”

[wildxoranges-blog]

“H-- -...” Michelle paused, looking down. It was her own fault for staying cooped up in her room for so long. “Fine, then. So long as you’re sure. Of course, that being the case, you ought to be in higher spirits, yes? Are you hungry?”

[simonbells]

13th May

[simonbells]

His eyes widened at the package in her hands when she returned, his features expressing his confusion. Simon knew it was a gift, but he didn’t know Michelle well enough (at least in his opinion) to deserve one. No one had ever been that nice to him before. “… Are you sure?”

[wildxoranges-blog]

“Quite sure!” Michelle exclaimed excitedly, nodding. “Go on, then. Open it.”

[jieunswifeu]

[millsr-deactivated20160111]

“I went out a few nights ago… I needed to just… breathe and be alone but something startled me, my foot caught in something and I fell.” It sounded stupid now that she said it out loud. Foolish and embarrassing. Somehow she’d thought she’d been found. By The Capitol, her mother–what exactly, she didn’t know. But she hadn’t wanted to go back. “I just… fell.”

[wildxoranges-blog]

“You fell.” Michelle repeated with a bit of a frown, but nodded soon after. “Something feels a tad odd, or off. Besides the injury, what has happened?”

[simonbells]

13th May

[simonbells]

“Thank you,” Simon smiled, but it was accompanied by confused eyebrows when Michelle said she’d be right back. “Where are you goi–”

[wildxoranges-blog]

A few minutes later, Michelle returned, with a small rectangular package in tow. It was wrapped in thin blue cloth (an old pillowcase she had torn and made use of). “Here you are.”

[millsr-deactivated20160111]

Shame licked at her cheeks, darkening them further. “No,” she lied, gritting her teeth against the incessant throbbing she still felt in her wrist before tugging her arm back into her lap, with a glare at the offending limb. “It’ll be fine.”

[wildxoranges-blog]

“Yes, it will be. How did you break it?” Michelle asked, looking up at Regina with a frown. She didn’t like seeing her friend hurt. Something was fluttering in the back of her mind - a possibility - and it troubled her.

[kawaiilolo]

[simonbells]

13th May

“It’s my birthday.”

[wildxoranges-blog]

“Oh, oh! Happy Birthday! Brilliant! Good! Wait here, I’ll be right back.” She had been blindsided by too many birthdays. She had gifts preemptively prepared, now.

[millsr-deactivated20160111]

“I’m already tired,” she murmured gruffly, eyes remaining glued on her wrist as her wand hovered above. Almost suddenly, and too slowly, she felt the bones beneath her skin shift, a cry escaping her lips at the crack– she’d waited too long, she knew she’d waiting too long to have it looked at, had let it begin healing improperly. The little relief she’d found in ignoring the situation became her biggest regret and she gasped –snap– her hands trembled, eyes welling with tears. God, she was such an idiot to let it go untreated for so long. A week and a bit. It’d only been a week but apparently that had been enough.

“I’m sorry,” she breathed, equally ashamed and grateful for Michelle’s presence.

[wildxoranges-blog]

“You have it, you have it!” Michelle encouraged, feeling the magic at work. Something was wrong. The girl frowned and then realized, with the bone’s snap, that the wound was an older one than she had thought.

“You should be sorry you didn’t have someone else look at it a couple days ago.” Michelle chastised, taking it gingerly to get a closer look. “Does it still hurt?”