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Post by The Jenn on Jan 23, 2010 8:54:12 GMT -5
She'd nicely bungled that little sisterly moment. Thyme felt guilty on top of everything else now. She slowly leaned against the doorframe and tucked her tail close, listening and feeling slightly relieved. Two months. That wasn't so bad, then. Not as dangerous, not likely to slow her down if she had to outrun some hungry little beast, and nowhere near enough to attract those looking for weakened prey.
"Damnit. I don't want you dead, Rose. Nobody in our family wants you dead. Even Aunt Joe. She just wants you pregnant." The utter irony of the statement made her wince. Again with the mouth meeting the foot. "But, um. No worries on that score. So long as you didn't sleep with a Highlander, she'll stay the same Aunt Joe she always was." Did that help at all? No, probably not.
She pushed herself lightly off the doorframe and took a step forward before stopping and suddenly looking like she wanted to beat something. She couldn't even hug her sister right now because she would make her feel ill. Taking a breath, she grabbed one of the stools and sat down nearby.
"If you really don't want them, I'm sure there are ways of... taking care of that. But if you do, you know I'll help, right? Especially if you can't find the other parent." Having to stay in one place and raise children would have been a nightmare for her sister. She'd probably drag them along with her instead, and knowing some of the places she went, that just wasn't safe. Thyme would sooner take care of them for Rose, if she needed it. Ideally, the other parent would help, but family was family and she loved her sister.
Which she should probably say. "You know I love you, Rose. And I'll do whatever I can to help. I just hadn't been ready for another surprise. Sorry."
Too bad Dad would never get to meet them...
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 24, 2010 14:01:54 GMT -5
Rosemary's ears pressed against her skull as her sweet sister continued to dig herself a nice hole. At least she was trying to be nice, even if it wasn't working all that fantastically.
"I sleep with a lot of people," Rosemary said with a sigh. "But hey if I had a Highlander she would at least get off your back, right?" She rolled her eyes. That old lady wasn't going to die unless they gave her some suitable heir to the family name. And if they didn't and somehow death finally decided to club the old Highlander over the head they would probably be haunted by her.
She watched her sister carefully. The look of anger was hard to miss, but Rosemary couldn't do anything to fix it. She could guess what it was, but that was only speculation. And right now she didn't want to step on her sisters toes anymore than she already had.
"I love you too. And I honestly don't know what to do about it. I don't... think I can have an abortion without feeling terribly guilty over it for the rest of my life. And I mean... shit. I'm sorry about dropping this on you. I was going to tell everyone at once... but it just didn't work out that way." She sighed as she slipped down to the floor. This wasn't how any of it was supposed to be.
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 24, 2010 16:43:43 GMT -5
It would indeed get Aunt Joe off her back about "producing a suitable heir for their family name", even if that meant she started hounding Rose about the child's care. Any Highlander would probably do at that point, whatever the species, though wolf would be preferable to anything else. No need to do anything besides wince at that 'amusing little premonition'.
"Rose, it's fine. I was just surprised. I'm not a big one for abortion myself, but you know I'd support whatever you chose. If you have them and just can't handle them, and the other parent's nowhere to be found or not reliable, I can try to help."
She was probably going to tell her at the same time as their parents, wasn't she? What a depressing thought. The wolf sighed and moved from the stool to the floor, pushing a foot in her sister's direction and nudging one of her paws. "We'll be fine. When you start getting really far along, maybe come to the Court and let some of the staff take care of the little things while you can't move around a lot. You're my sister. I've got an extra room in my suite. And this way you're guaranteed care when they come."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Jan 24, 2010 18:52:43 GMT -5
Pregnant. She didn't like the idea of being pregnant at all. Not being able to take care of herself. Staying in one place. Mood swings. None of it seemed to be her cup of tea, and she didn't want to put up with it. But it was too late.
She couldn't help but wonder who it was. She did use protection sometimes. But other times there wasn't any time or way to get a hold of any. Especially when she was here in the Wood. And she had several escapades in the isolated nowhere. But she wouldn't find out whose children they were until they popped out. Awesome. That was assuming everything went well and she didn't suffer some horrible fate from the parasites living inside her. She had heard more than enough horror stories.
"Yeah that... actually sounds like a good plan. I'm not thrilled by the idea of being alone in my apartment or trying to travel." She perked up a bit, a smile crossing her muzzle. "Thanks, you're a great sister.... speaking of. I wonder what Sage is going to do... and Parsley."
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Post by The Jenn on Jan 31, 2010 15:26:18 GMT -5
Thyme didn't feel like the greatest of sisters after all the crap that just spewed from her mouth, but she took the compliment with an awkward, affectionate smile. "It'll be nice having you around. I get lonely sometimes, when I don't feel like being formal."
At the thought of their siblings' reactions, her expression dimmed and then seemed to droop. "They'll probably be as happy as we are about everything," she replied with a sigh. "At least they don't have to walk in and see... everything. We'll have things cleaned up, and we'll bring the important ones with us. I somehow doubt either of them are going to want to come back to this house anytime soon. Maybe Sage? I don't know."
Thinking about them just made her realize how much more they still had to do before she could get out of this house. Which... now... she really wanted to do. With a sigh, she pushed herself to her feet and gave her sister a sad smile. "On that note, I'd better go and get back to it."
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 6, 2010 20:51:00 GMT -5
One day things would be easy. That would be nice. However, today was not one of those days, and there was still plenty of work to do. She nodded to her sister, "Right, you get back to your things and I'll get back to mine."
It took her a full three hours to go back to organize the finances and the closets. Finding all of the hidden places that her father place money and other valuables was a bit of a nightmare. By the time she was done she was still missing a sizable chunk of cash that was unaccounted for. But at least all of the books were in their places. She had found several that would probably be interesting for Parsley and Thyme, and ones that could probably sell for an outrageous price in Esterberry.
And there were still several rooms to go through. "Thyme... maybe we should stop for the evening," she called out for her sibling.
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Post by The Jenn on Feb 15, 2010 13:46:35 GMT -5
Sorting. Sorting and boxing. Boxing and taping. Taping and labeling. Labeling and stacking. Stacking and moving on.
The work was repetitive and numbing. If it belonged to one of her parents, she sorted it into a pile. Too many things brought back too many memories. She left her mother's art and fabric supplies alone except for a cursory glance. There was just too much in there for her to deal with right now and, if Rose was keeping the house, then it wouldn't have to go anywhere.
Her work felt like a drop in the bucket, considering how many things their parents had in this house. If you counted all the stuff in all the rooms it just... it was overwhelming, the thought of dealing with it all. At least they really didn't have to deal with it all. Not yet. Just some of it, and just the stuff that could be moved or needed to be put away in storage.
She stared at a small pile of dirty laundry she'd gathered and marveled that, in all the mess, there was still something as normal as laundry to do. She bagged it up and put it aside for later.
"Yeah, okay," Thyme called back down the stairs tiredly, glancing over at the pile of 'to be taken' boxes she'd gathered. There were at least a dozen, some of them smaller and some larger. She used whatever containers she could find. There had been a lot of dust... and she really wanted a bath. And food. Probably food first. She headed downstairs and met up with her sister. "I've got some stuff to take with us. Not a huge amount, but... some. Forge made dinner already?"
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Post by Kari Muffin on Feb 16, 2010 13:36:26 GMT -5
Rosemary sighed as she lightly kicked one of the boxes with her feet. Boxes. Boxes everywhere. She glanced up the stairs as her sister called down. Forge however, provided Thyme with her answer. "I'm just finishing up!" he called, loud enough for Thyme to here.
Forge was rather cheerful in the kitchen. The weapon seemed rather chipper dealing with the food rather than the organization. He had set up a rather complicated meal for the sisters. Chicken that had been roasted, a variety of vegetables had been provided, he had even managed to bake a cake for the pair of them. It was quite a meal, and he could only hope that he had cooked it well.
Rosemary took her seat silently, waiting for her sister to join them before actually eating. The food looked fantastic, and she couldn't help but be surprised at the cooking skills of her weapon.
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Post by The Jenn on Feb 28, 2010 13:08:08 GMT -5
How the weapon had managed to cook so much food was beyond Thyme's realm of comprehension at the moment. As was the fact that he... baked... a cake?
Good to use up the supplies in the larder, she supposed. Eggs would go bad. So would chicken. And vegetables.
She half-heartedly picked at a sliver of cake after eating the heartier fare, unwilling to be rude but unable to do more than nibble. Cake wasn't appropriate right now. It really wasn't. But he'd put a lot of effort into this. And she didn't want to be rude. Or upset her sister.
Hills, she was tired. It was hitting her harder now, with evening falling and making the already-dark Wood into an eerie, dark twilight. Almost nothing came through the curtained windows. Candles and an oil lamp were their friend.
"Thank you for the meal," she murmured, pushing the barely-touched dessert away and slowly rising. She ached. Something in her hip popped as she rose and a wince crossed her face, followed by a grimace. "I really want to get out of here, Rose. How much more of this do you think we've got before we can go? There are two rooms I want to deal with tomorrow, but after that... I'm done. I'm so done."
She reached down to stroke the head of the lanky old Ace, who'd come up next to her and settled against the table near her for comfort. He blinked at her with rheumy eyes and nosed her hand. The chicken had been welcome.
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Post by Kari Muffin on Mar 2, 2010 21:41:41 GMT -5
Rosemary scarfed down a good deal of cake as she listened to her sister. She could understand her sisters exasperation but... they couldn't leave things they way they were. After swallowing her cake she flopped her head down on the table, her tail curling a bit as she eyed her sister.
"Yeah. We can leave the day after tomorrow. I guess. Things probably won't be done but... I want to go back to the palace and see Linnea. And I don't know... maybe warn them about Mom. Just in case something weird happens." Her nose scrunched up as she pulled her head off of the table. Sleep. She needed actual sleep. "Sorry... but let's just try to get some decent sleep."
She slipped off of her chair with a rather depressed sigh. She gave her weapon a hopeful look, hoping that he would just put everything away and then maybe join her in bed? It would be nice to cuddle up against someone.
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