Felicity Hendricks

It was really quite perplexing to watch her familiarize herself with his name. It was a strange name, he knew, or at least he believed. It never fit his tongue quite right, but he wouldn’t complain. He knew how lucky he was to be alive and how thankful he should be for the person and thing that made it so. Andrei stepped through the door, feeling the frame with his fingertip, and dipped his head in appreciation.

The hint of a smile lay around her lips as he spoke her name, but it was just another knife to her heart as he spoke it like a stranger. She couldn't expect more but there was a little part of Fliss that hoped beyond hope that he would remember her somehow. "Just Fliss will do." She mumbled as she turned to close the door behind them, taking a moment to collect her self and wipe away the few stray tears that had snuck from the corner of her eyes. She prayed to Freyja to lend her some strength. She'd need it to get her self through these moments.

"No, you are none of that." He spat, turning his head to look at her again. "We’re all puppets in a war that isn’t ours. What roles do the Greek and Norse have? This is all about the Egyptians and the Natives, it’s time you should realize that."

Features morphing from shock to rage she stared at him, as if that would change the situation or bring back some semblance of her Cael. But no, he was all hardness, all pain and all hurt. "We mean more than you realise." Fliss hissed, Freyja echoing in her voice as she continued. "I won't give in the same way you're doing. I am no coward. I am no heartless creature that leaves his fellows to die!"

The memories rushing through her mind made her feel faint for a second, her eyes tearing up against her will as she nodded her head silently. The ache in her heart was one she'd long tried to forget, different from loosing Rhett. She'd drowned it long ago. But here it was, resurfacing and burning. He truly didn't remember her .. it was just like Felix said. "Andrei.." Her mouth folded itself around the name. It tasted so wrong in her mouth. Taking a deep breath, Felicity steadied herself and her voice though it came out slightly forced and robotic as her emotions shut down.. "It's fine .. you're lucky you're here .. I'm Felicity Hendricks, I'm a nurse, please come in." Moving back in to the house, she held the door open, warily watching the man she once knew so well.

"Grim news?" She walked to join him, her face a mixture of confusion and curiosity. "I suppose not, I've spent more time in rest that I've realised. Do catch me up?"

He moved his face away, just in time to prevent her from touching him. In her absence, he had hoped she had thought better and had left. It had been easier for him, now he had this to battle with. “Don’t make promises you cannot keep.” He spoke, shrugging his hands in his pockets. “You should get Felix and go to your parents or wherever. Just out of Vancouver.”

The anger that dashed through her as he moved away made her furrow her brow, her hand clenching into a fist as she took a step back. Why would he do this now .. "We're part of this war you know .. we can' just get up and leave when people we love are falling around us!" Her voice came out a lost harsher, colder than intended but she couldn't keep back the hurt that stuck in her throat. "I'm a nurse, a care giver, it's what I do and I can't leave my charges. And in case you forgot, I have this whole other entity that lives in me that's tied to this place!"

...

"Am I disturbing you cousin?"

Please.

"Jumpy, Fae?"

It should. Everyone is dropping like flies. Don’t wait around until you do too. 

Sighing, she looked up at him with soft but firey eyes, outstreching a hand to lay on his cheek. "I know .. I know .. but I'll be fine. I promise you." It wasn't her promise to give but it was all she could say.

Felicity Hendrick | Age: 25 | Job: Nurse at Vancouver General Hospital | FC: Emilia Clarke | TAKEN