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 Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2022 3:47 pm
“Of course I am. I’m no weak point.” The words were far too overconfident to be true, but hopefully it wouldn’t be noticed. “What we need is time right now. It’s going to be okay, and some time and some good, warm sweets. I can’t make the time go any quicker but…I’m working on the other part.” Talia finally drew away, stroking both faces before she turned her back on them and began to slice the apples, deciding on making a crumble instead of any kind of pastry in a crust…it would be quicker and…honestly, she wanted it more.
“I love you both, and we are all doing our best…and as long as we’re still here for one another…” Talia shrugged and fall quiet, both from the fact that her throat seemed to close up as her eyes began to swim with tears and she wanted to concentrate on slicing the apples without slicing her fingers, and because she wasn’t really sure what else to say.
She wanted the world for these friends of hers. She wanted to be the best she could for them…and. Words just weren’t going to cut it when it came down to it. Words didn’t matter, actions did…so. For right now, baking for them was the best that she could do for them.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2022 6:35 pm
Rhiannon tilted her head to watch as Talia moved away from them to head back to the counter. She wasn’t sure who Talia thought she was fooling. It didn’t even take her response for Rhiannon to know. That was why she asked.
She gave Malcolm’s hand another squeeze -- a promise that she was right there for him, and that she trusted him to trust her. To trust them. If he was hurt, he would tell them. He knew she was medically trained, even if it was for animals.
She pulled her hand away from his, and gently brushed her fingers through his hair in gentle reassurance, before following Talia to the working part of the kitchen. There she washed and dried her hands, and then turned to Talia so she could gently but assertively take the knife from her hand.
“Do what you enjoy most,” she quietly encouraged. Rhiannon knew that the apples were obviously part of the process, but this was just grunt work. Anyone could cut up some apples. It took artistry and science to bake.
Rhiannon pulled the cutting board closer, and the apple, and took over for where Talia left off.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2022 10:04 pm
Malcolm watched as Talia stepped away, and his lips pressed together uncertainly. He was worried about her, and chewed on the inside of his cheek as his eyes lowered to the top of the table. He didn’t think she was a weak point, but it almost sounded like she was trying to convince herself of that more than them.
Right now, they did need time. He didn’t disagree with that. And, he was always going to be there–he had been, from the very beginning. The only time he thought he hadn’t been was when he was physically unable to, but the Court, Lysithea–in every incarnation–had been a priority.
Malcolm watched as Rhiannon stood up, and he understood even before she left.
He was glad for it, and tried to give her an encouraging smile. Even if he couldn’t get up himself, he was glad that she could be there for Talia. He trusted her–he trusted both of them.
“Is there anything I can do to help? I don’t want to get in the way. But if you need anything, I can do something. I promise I’m not that hurt. I appreciate you doing all that for us, Talia. But I don’t want you to feel like you have to do everything yourself. We care about you, too. You don’t have to be the one taking care of us all the time.”
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2022 10:27 pm
“What I enjoy most is making things that will help you both to smile.” The words were spoken softly, but Talia appreciated the gesture. Wiping her eyes on her sleeve, she moved to get the other ingredients needed for the crumble, cinnamon and brown sugar, flour, some butter and some oats, just for fun.
This would just be the greatest impromptu dessert party ever…she would see to that.
After all, trauma always made things taste better…right?
It was a joke she didn’t bother saying out loud…because she knew it wasn’t funny but. That was okay.
It was all okay.
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