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17th Teddy Bear [A Sad Accidental/Action] [forward-dated to tomorrow]
[Gracia's gone.
Elicia didn't expect such an impossible idea again, not after having to experience it a first time when she herself had first arrived without her mother. Despite the news and the tears that followed, she still went to school. Be brave, be strong; mama never cried in front of people. So she won't either. She sits through her classes, blank-faced, attentive. Papa must be hurting really bad right now, too, just like mama did when he left.
So she has to be tough, like him.
School is out, and she sits quietly where she always does for her father, near the doors. Expressionless. She goes through her bag, taking out her journal and tucking it behind backpack, taking her fairytale book, tucking it behind her journal, searching, searching—and at last pulls out her sketchpad to draw while she waits; she really doesn't feel the urge to right now, but she's not sure what else to do. She flips open the front, and sees a picture of all three of them.
...all three.
Elicia hugs the sketchbook close to her, crushing her bag and everything in it. The journal slips down at her side, recording the almost-silence; little, quiet sobs shake the backpack, muffled in it. The blank look twists into a pained one, downcast into her drawing.]
...W-where did you go...? You were here, mama... Papa and I want you to come back...!!
Please come back...
Elicia didn't expect such an impossible idea again, not after having to experience it a first time when she herself had first arrived without her mother. Despite the news and the tears that followed, she still went to school. Be brave, be strong; mama never cried in front of people. So she won't either. She sits through her classes, blank-faced, attentive. Papa must be hurting really bad right now, too, just like mama did when he left.
So she has to be tough, like him.
School is out, and she sits quietly where she always does for her father, near the doors. Expressionless. She goes through her bag, taking out her journal and tucking it behind backpack, taking her fairytale book, tucking it behind her journal, searching, searching—and at last pulls out her sketchpad to draw while she waits; she really doesn't feel the urge to right now, but she's not sure what else to do. She flips open the front, and sees a picture of all three of them.
...all three.
Elicia hugs the sketchbook close to her, crushing her bag and everything in it. The journal slips down at her side, recording the almost-silence; little, quiet sobs shake the backpack, muffled in it. The blank look twists into a pained one, downcast into her drawing.]
...W-where did you go...? You were here, mama... Papa and I want you to come back...!!
Please come back...
Re: [Action]
She looks up, hands on her knees, sniffling.]
O-oh... Hi... Mister Kitty...
[Action]
Why all the tears?
Re: [Action]
My mama used to be here, but she's gone... She left here...
[Action]
Do you have anyone else to take care of you?
[He's known too many orphaned Abhorsens' children; Elicia might not be an orphan yet, but it's close enough.]
Re: [Action]
I've got papa... He's taking care of me! A-and before mama was here... he was taking care of me by himself...
[Action]
[And then, in a quieter voice, since he's really bad at this whole comforting-other-people thing. . .] I'm sure your mother is fine, wherever she is now.
Re: [Action]
People said that nothing moves at home... when you're gone...
But I still wanna know mama's okay...
[Action]
Re: [Action]
[She itches quietly behind Mogget's ears.]
I'll wait—for when mama comes back, I'll wait! 'Cause I'll need to be extra brave for her, when she does...
[Action]
You do that.
Re: [Action]
You're such a nice kitty. I think I'll name you Fluffy.][Action]
[
And don't you dare call him Fluffy. Unless maybe you want your face clawed off.]