open ♔ holidays

[wynn]

WHO || Everyone and Will's dogs.
WHAT || The holidays
WHERE || Knights castle / downtown London
WHEN || December-January
HOW || Actionspam

[ Castle repairs are still well underway, so there's that ever present remaining air of tension in the wake of the attack, but nevertheless it's the holiday season and people want to celebrate.  Any and all holiday season things can go here! ]

On this post:
Bonnibel // R&D Lab/kitchen
Rumbelle // Closed
Kenzi & Groot // Around the castle
Mars // His room + around the castle
Deryn // Halls + gifts + various
Barry & Thea // Closed
Kate & Baal // Closed
Found Family Christmas // Closed
Felicity // Open
Lila & Sylar // Closed
Irish Christmas // Closed
Gaz // Holidays / Training Room / Woods
Elijah // Around the castle
Deadpool // Open
Cora & Malia // Closed
Poe // Arrival out back
Caroline // Open
Tony // R&D Lab
Derek // Open
Rey // Open
Solo family lifeday // Closed
Katniss (& Francesca) // Open
Des // Open 
Cyclops, Wolverine, Emma F, Nathan // Closed
Pietro // Open

Comments

[untethered]

[ she nods once, slightly before saying: ] Your son. [ despite the statement, there's still a little question in her eyes - does he remember? did he always remember?

and of course, that tiny part of her that wonders about neal's mother. ]

[undealt]

[the look on his face is so lost, it's hard to imagine he does remember anything.] Yes. He apparently arrived here with... an item. Something of mine from my past, which... is as much a mystery to me as he is, but he explained it to me.

[he sucks in a breath between gritted teeth and looks down at his hands folded over his cane.] I don't know how to explain this. There's no... precedent for any of this in any of my studies. Even Hasmed wasn't certain what to make of it, but...

[untethered]

What is it? [ she asks it hesitantly, but she definitely wants to know ]

[undealt]

A dagger. That can... control my actions. A thrall of sorts, I suppose, would be the best comparison. When Neal and I spoke, we discussed what was to be done with it, and given how much of my life is left open to speculation... [he stares at the ceiling.] Belle, I almost killed Lila and Faye in Glastonbury. I didn't have myself under control- I succumbed to the power, and I can't trust myself enough to know that I won't do it again. I need someone to take up that dagger.

[untethered]

[ she's not sure what she emotionally recoils from more: the notion that gold has something out there that could literally control him, that he wants to give that power to her, or that he's admitting to having almost killed lila and faye.

a logical person might just automatically say it was that third one but lol ] You... you're asking me to do it?

[undealt]

You're the only person I trust with that kind of power, and I... [he hesitates, as if not wanting to admit it, as if admitting it means there was some part of this decision that was inherently selfish- some dark corner of his heart that wanted to prove he couldn't possibly have done anything Gaston said to her. maybe this would allow her to believe it- he couldn't possibly have ever controlled her if he could relinquish control over himself so easily to her, could he?]

I didn't want you to see me as the man who left a year ago. Even if you don't want to take it, I hope you can take comfort in that much. There's too much uncertainty between us now, but this is certain. This is something we both remember.

[untethered]

What would it mean? [ she's still so (unsure) but she'd be lying if she said she wasn't moved by the gesture in spite of herself ] What would I... have to do?

[undealt]

That I don't know... It was all so startling I never thought to ask Neal for the specific details. I imagine all you would have to do is keep it with you.

[untethered]

And... go with you? Into... into the field, in case something should happen?

[undealt]

We've worked well together in the field before. I doubt it would be... a problem.

[awkward.] Unless you've decided to give up taking missions over the past year.

[untethered]

[ she hesitates, wringing her hands slightly ] I don't know, Auric. I don't know if I could... control you like that. [ honestly, it's more that she can't deal with the thought that he's admitting to needing to be controlled, and what that might mean. but she doesn't really want anyone else doing it either. she just... needs a moment here. ]

[undealt]

I understand, Belle. I do. [he's trying to be gentle and not pressure her. even if... it's a lot of pressure.] I can't say it's an ideal situation, no matter which way this goes.

[untethered]

Where is it now?

[undealt]

I believe it's in Wynn's hands, at the moment. [probably locked up in his room of BLINDING LIGHT.]

[untethered]

I'll... I'll speak to him.

[undealt]

Thank you. [for considering it, for being willing to discuss it with Wynn... for existing. who even knows. for a second, he lingers there, as silence settles over them, and, once again, he finds he doesn't have anything to say that doesn't just blatantly ignore the yawning chasm that still exists between them.

so he takes a step back, rather than give into temptation and just reach for her like he so desperately wants to.] I suppose I should let you get back to your books.

[untethered]

[ she wants to say more, and it hangs there in the air between them, but she can't, just can't, not yet. ] I'll... let you know, once I've decided.

[undealt]

Right. [He takes another step back, awkwardly, turning to go.] Until then, Belle.

[untethered]

Until then. [ she echoes his words and watches him go for a moment, before turning away, staring down at her hands.

welp. ]