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After a long day...
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becky-spence.livejournal.comAria rolled over at 3am, her phone bleeping quietly on her bedside. She clicked at the buttons, saw the text from Heartless.
Read the text from Heartless.
Cried at the text from Heartless.
She turned the phone off before it could bleep any more at her, the messages scrolling in. She rolled over, stared at the ceiling, and then wearily dragged herself up and over to the crib as one of the babies started to cry.
Picking the child up, she cradled it gently, shushing her quietly and swaying to soothe her back to sleep. She wondered at what point it would all stop. Would the Fae in London ever back off? Had He truly gone or would He be back again? Would She leave them alone, or enter the game properly, interfere more, snap Her icy fingers out into the world and claim more people she loved?
The words of the message from Van Haagen burned into her mind again. That she disgusted him. Her actions sickened him. That he, again, was someone she couldn't help. Had refused to help.
The nerves in Worthy's voice, calling, asking whether she was looking after the babies. How she'd snapped, and told her how she defied anyone to be fine, worrying about three babies, an ice elemental begging for help that she couldn't help or it risked yet another Pledge, another theatening her and then asking for help, a daughter miserable that she couldn't cheer up, a water elemental who still couldn't be convinced to leave the house without an umbrella, nerves that Mr. Sleete was going to return in June and kill her, and all the other myriad little concerns which, today at least, had all risen up at once and threatened to overwhelm her. Worthy had said she would visit on Friday. That was something nice to look forward to, she supposed.
Heading over to the window, she looked out at the for sale sign, neatly placed in her front garden. Soon, she'd move, leave Birmingham permanently, head down to live with Carin, supposedly happily ever after.
She wondered if it would even get to last for a month. Somehow she doubted it.
Read the text from Heartless.
Cried at the text from Heartless.
She turned the phone off before it could bleep any more at her, the messages scrolling in. She rolled over, stared at the ceiling, and then wearily dragged herself up and over to the crib as one of the babies started to cry.
Picking the child up, she cradled it gently, shushing her quietly and swaying to soothe her back to sleep. She wondered at what point it would all stop. Would the Fae in London ever back off? Had He truly gone or would He be back again? Would She leave them alone, or enter the game properly, interfere more, snap Her icy fingers out into the world and claim more people she loved?
The words of the message from Van Haagen burned into her mind again. That she disgusted him. Her actions sickened him. That he, again, was someone she couldn't help. Had refused to help.
The nerves in Worthy's voice, calling, asking whether she was looking after the babies. How she'd snapped, and told her how she defied anyone to be fine, worrying about three babies, an ice elemental begging for help that she couldn't help or it risked yet another Pledge, another theatening her and then asking for help, a daughter miserable that she couldn't cheer up, a water elemental who still couldn't be convinced to leave the house without an umbrella, nerves that Mr. Sleete was going to return in June and kill her, and all the other myriad little concerns which, today at least, had all risen up at once and threatened to overwhelm her. Worthy had said she would visit on Friday. That was something nice to look forward to, she supposed.
Heading over to the window, she looked out at the for sale sign, neatly placed in her front garden. Soon, she'd move, leave Birmingham permanently, head down to live with Carin, supposedly happily ever after.
She wondered if it would even get to last for a month. Somehow she doubted it.
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