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thecapitol2015-12-21 09:24 pm
shieldofrohan) wrote in thecapitol2015-12-21 09:24 pm
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slaughtered moments and useless tales [CLOSED]
Who| Éowyn and Jack; Éowyn and Roland
What| Jack comes to visit Éowyn; Roland has injuries and Éowyn has Healer training.
Where| Detainment Center
When| After the D7 mission
Warnings/Notes| TBD
[Jack]
Since her outburst after the District 12 fighting, Éowyn has been keeping her head down. It hasn't been easy or comfortable, and if she was only living for herself, she would never have made it this far. But they have the Ring. Perhaps more than one. That thought, dark and horrific though it is, keeps her going through days which seem to blur into one dull, too-bright morass. She isn't living for herself, not now. She's living for them. For all the people who will suffer and die if the Capitol can unlock the power of Sauron's Ring.
She still can't bear the idleness, though. She's been pacing in her cell non-stop when she's trapped there, muttering under her breath, mentally composing letters to her brother and her husband and even to Théoden. She talks occasionally to the other inmates, particularly Firo, but even then, she's restless, constantly moving. She braids and unbraids her hair probably twenty times a day, just for something to do.
She's surprised to hear she has a visitor. Surprised, and relieved for the break in routine. It's the first time since she came here that she's had any real contact from anyone but her fellow prisoners.
When she sees it's Jack, though, her jaw tenses visibly. "Finally deigned to see where they put your fellows, did you?" Her hostility is audible.
[Roland]
She hates the thought of the fighting. It's taking place, she knows, in civilian areas, and part of her almost thinks to ask them whether they'll let her go as a Healer. That, she would be willing to do, even for her captors. But they'd be mad to let her, and she refuses to grovel to them. Not for this. Not for anything.
So she waits, and paces, and hopes for the rebels to win a swift victory, without too much blood shed. And when the drafted fighters come back, she's there at once, as much from a hunger to know how it went as from any finer feeling. When she sees Roland is hurt, she makes a beeline for him. "How bad is it?"
What| Jack comes to visit Éowyn; Roland has injuries and Éowyn has Healer training.
Where| Detainment Center
When| After the D7 mission
Warnings/Notes| TBD
[Jack]
Since her outburst after the District 12 fighting, Éowyn has been keeping her head down. It hasn't been easy or comfortable, and if she was only living for herself, she would never have made it this far. But they have the Ring. Perhaps more than one. That thought, dark and horrific though it is, keeps her going through days which seem to blur into one dull, too-bright morass. She isn't living for herself, not now. She's living for them. For all the people who will suffer and die if the Capitol can unlock the power of Sauron's Ring.
She still can't bear the idleness, though. She's been pacing in her cell non-stop when she's trapped there, muttering under her breath, mentally composing letters to her brother and her husband and even to Théoden. She talks occasionally to the other inmates, particularly Firo, but even then, she's restless, constantly moving. She braids and unbraids her hair probably twenty times a day, just for something to do.
She's surprised to hear she has a visitor. Surprised, and relieved for the break in routine. It's the first time since she came here that she's had any real contact from anyone but her fellow prisoners.
When she sees it's Jack, though, her jaw tenses visibly. "Finally deigned to see where they put your fellows, did you?" Her hostility is audible.
[Roland]
She hates the thought of the fighting. It's taking place, she knows, in civilian areas, and part of her almost thinks to ask them whether they'll let her go as a Healer. That, she would be willing to do, even for her captors. But they'd be mad to let her, and she refuses to grovel to them. Not for this. Not for anything.
So she waits, and paces, and hopes for the rebels to win a swift victory, without too much blood shed. And when the drafted fighters come back, she's there at once, as much from a hunger to know how it went as from any finer feeling. When she sees Roland is hurt, she makes a beeline for him. "How bad is it?"
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"Thank you," he says, and if he were any other man he might say it once more, for good measure. But he is not and, if he puts all the feeling and meaning into those words that sits inside of him, once will be plenty enough.
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When she's strapped up his shoulder to her satisfaction, she ties the end off and nods. "I'll change it tomorrow," she decides aloud. "And the day after. It will bleed a little, still."
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It's been a long time since she sat so still for so long. It doesn't make her happy but, in a way, it's... almost a relief. Like letting go of a breath she's been holding too long. It's contact. She's never been good at initiating it, and she isn't even aware she was craving it, but to share time with someone - on their behalf, so she needn't feel like it's time wasted - is something that's been lacking.
She'll sit there with him until he falls asleep, or she does.