006 Video; UN: Filledwithsunshine

[onebadapple]

CW: Violence against a teen, past child abuse and neglect

[The fairest of them all was certainly not looking that way today. Her left arm was in a sling and cast, there was a bandage on her left cheek and a bandaid over her left temple. There are bruises on her right arm but the major damage is very clearly on her left side. Her omen, Faramund, the giant stag was staying right by her side and all the animals that perpetually come and go and live in her home all seem a bit more uneasy, as if they're glaring at the camera, ready to fight for her sake.]

Oh my! It got so cold so quickly! We're just jumping right into fall! I hope this won't affect the harvest!

We'll just have to pickle and preserve some things a bit earlier than expected! It's such a shame, it feels like we skipped right past the last bit of summer... oh dear, I'll have to check on all the baby animals in the forest. [What if they don't have their winter coats in time? Well, they can stay with her, she can ask her cult the people who consistently linger around her house to help with getting the little ones into her home if winter proves especially harsh.]

Oh ah... which does bring me to my next thought.

While I know it's important to preserve, cure, dry, and pickle things for winter, well, we need some levity too! The boardwalk had all sorts of food and games, but perhaps we can extend that into the town! Help... ease some tension and rebuild bridges.

[She idly rubs her cast.]

If anyone has any ideas on a festival or... anything, do let me know. Perhaps a festival is asking for too much, but perhaps a giant... ah, what is it called? Potluck? It seems a shame to end summer on such a [violent] tense note!

Comments

[possessum]

Oh no— you didn't— didn't sound like that. ( Peter's quick to say, head giving a soft shake. He knows his reaction to this is always... intense. He knows he seems like some pathetic broken toy with its stuffing hanging out, that he can barely talk about some things without threatening to come to pieces. But it's not a burden he means to push onto the younger girl. )

I'm okay, I'm sorry. I still haven't.... It's just hard to talk about, still.

...I think she would have liked you, though. ( He offers a little smile. Charlie needed... softness. Snow's demeanour would have been like a balm to her. )

[onebadapple]

You don't have to talk about it if you're not ready, but if it would help, I'd be happy to listen.

I'm sure I would have liked her, too. I certainly like you.

[possessum]

( Peter hesitates. There's... so much to it, and so much that's too much. Things he can't... say, aloud. He's not sure he ever can.

But there's parts of it that have been coming out, slowly. His fingers nervously twist against themselves for a moment. )

She um... she was thirteen. Her name was Charlie. It's my fault she's dead.

( It comes out in a soft exhale along with the other facts listed. )

...Sorry. I know that's like, really heavy. It's just— it's just part of it, you know?

[onebadapple]

That is a very heavy burden you are carrying by saying it's your fault.

[possessum]

( It's true, and he knows it's true. A weight he carries, pressing down on his own bones, making everything so much heavier, but— he can't let go. )

I didn't protect her good enough. Wasn't... there, when she needed me.

I wasn't a very good big brother. ( Voiced almost in a whisper, ashamed. He just said his role back home was to watch out for people, but... the truth is, he failed in that role. )