In your place there were a thousand other faces

[bumbles]

Date & Time: ON A DAY. IN THIS WEEK.
Location: Casa de Medieval Fantasy Suffering
Characters: Donny & Arya wolfchild
Summary: Mr. Casey wants to make sure Morgana is okay and are you okay Morgana, Morgana are you okay but instead he gets stuck with Arya.
Warnings: nothing planned, will edit if the trauma children generate anything hideous.


( See Adonis Casey.

See Adonis Casey with box of cookies – assorted – heading into the transport residential building. He's got his bag hanging off his shoulder, sketchbook under his arm and the tin balancing on one hand as he knocks. He waited until the gash across his left cheek could be stitched properly, and for a few days to have passed before he came over in person, because he didn't-- he didn't want to get in the way. Everything has been so chaotic, and Morgana seems like a lady who would prefer the peace to the wild disorder that everything has been the last little while.

The knock at the door is still quiet, hesitant. How do you knock to get someone's attention when you really don't want to be a bother or actually get anybody's attention? )

Comments

[wolfchild]

[ three brothers and a sister and a half-brother she misses more than anyone else. she had long ago mastered to make herself still water with nothing to show on the surface. ]

No.

[ though she memorizes his reaction, it's interesting, she doesn't comment on it. ]

Who's the eldest?

[bumbles]

That's, um.

( That's sad, he wants to say, but when he thinks about all the ways they hurt each other, maybe it's better. Maybe if he hadn't been and Asteria hadn't either, Selene and Phoebe could have been happy. They would still have each other, then, of course, and he has to swallow past a very dry throat. )

That sucks.

( And pointing. ) Asteria, then Selene, Phoebe. And then m-me.

( Softly, ) I'm the b-- b-baby.

( The useless, stupid baby. The beloved baby brother; not so much the latter, as it turned out. )

[wolfchild]

[ she laughs. ]

You must have been their doll to dress up and look after.

[bumbles]

( He almost flinches. Asteria did have a way of treating them like toys. )

Phoebe c-cut my hair, once.

( it was a disaster. ) I um, d-didn't look so g-good in dresses, though.

( why is he trying to joke

this is so awkward )

[wolfchild]

I bet we could find a pretty one for you. And ribbons for your hair.

[ run. ]

[bumbles]

( oh good god )

N-no, that, um. No.

( He's pretty sure she's terrible enough to do it. In fact, he looks distinctly alarmed. )

That's a b-bad idea. ( Is he clutching his book to his chest protectively? Yes. )

[wolfchild]

Why? Mother wouldn't mind if we used hers. I know it.

[ just a few pretty braids and ribbons in your hair. everything she will chew her own hand off to avoid. ]

[bumbles]

( No, please. There's something begging in his gaze, and he is becoming very aware of the fact he needs a hair cut. Perhaps if it were shorter she'd have less ideas. )

And, um. I'd stretch them.

( Which he can imagine Morgana would mind. ) Eat the uh, c-cookies instead, that'll b-be more-- more fun.

( :c arya pls )

[wolfchild]

[ she rolls her eyes. ]

You don't have to be so afraid of me, you know. I'm not going to do something awful to you.

[bumbles]

( She'd be surprised how many people have said that. )

I'm um, scared of everyone? It's m-more efficient.

( Was that a joke?

He has no idea. )

[wolfchild]

So you admit you're craven.

[bumbles]

Um. Is-- is c-craven like uh, like b-being a c-coward?

( it sounds like it. He nods a little, but-- )

B-but, I mean-- you c-can't uh, you c-can't be b-brave unless you're scared first.

( Very softly. ) If you're n-never scared, then you aren't b-brave, you're just-- just d-doing stuff. I'm scared, b-but uh, but I still t-try to d-do stuff that um, that m-matters.

( Wow this is the most humiliating day. He hangs his head, and just shrugs. Yeah, I'm craven. )

[wolfchild]

I know that. Everyone knows that. But you're always afraid and you haven't done anything brave I've seen. [ ergo.. ]

[bumbles]

( Okay. He nods, slowly, carefully picks up his sketchbook. Morgana hasn't appeared, and he can just leave the cookies here. )

You d-don't-- see m-me.

( Very softly, as he eases himself up from the ground. It's fine. It's better she doesn't, normal she doesn't. )

[wolfchild]

Whose fault would that be?

[bumbles]

N-not yours.

( no, he knows that. ) there's n-not much to uh, to see.

[wolfchild]

You're a liar.

[ but she doesn't care enough to delve. she returns to the kitchen to fetch some wine for herself. ]

[bumbles]

( Ouch. Okay, then.

Bag shrugged back to his shoulder, Donny glances to the kitchen. ) H-hey, uh. I b-better-- better g-go.

( All things considered, that seems best. She doesn't like him, he feels painfully uncomfortable, Morgana is still sleeping. ) C-can um, can you g-give those c-cookies to Morgana? Please?

[wolfchild]

[ she nods. ]

I will.

[bumbles]

O-okay. Thanks for, uh--

( Letting him in. The other stuff, not so much, but he doesn't specify, painfully swallowing around the air. )

Um. Yep.

( He's just gonna head for the door. )