think i need to feel the freedom

[abhorrently]

Who: Fever, Helena, and those threading with them
What:January non-event things.
When: All month.
Where: Across the isle.
Warning(s): To be noted in threads individually

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[preacher_in_reticence]

This is a man who has comforted his children through tough days at school and first heartbreaks and pets dying. He knows how to hold his daughter while she cries, how to rub her back and tell her it's alright, to let it all out.

[abhorrently]

"Can we go outside."

Somewhere that she won't feel like at any moment someone's going to comment. Zivia might wander back, or Mulcahy, and she's going to feel embarrassed to know that they saw, so she forces herself to swallow noise and tears and - oh, that's remarkably difficult to do when it can actually come out.

[preacher_in_reticence]

"Of course. Here, I'll grab your coat." He wouldn't want her getting too cold out there. This, too, is a way of saying 'I love you'.

[abhorrently]

She can hold it together long enough to get outside, breathing in the crisp air to try and steady herself. She can keep it together. Don't cry on his birthday. Even if ultimately it comes from a place of happiness, of relief, he shouldn't need to comfort her through it on a day when she wants him to feel cared about.

Deep breaths. And maybe don't look at him. It still all threatens to boil over again.