#aideenfuria

Send a Symbol… || accepting{ @aideenfuria }

[ I’m sorry that I’m very distracted right now. ] signs Talcott, squatting to rest on his haunches so that he’s eye-level with the child. Besides the genuine remorse on his face, Aideen may notice how hard he’s clenching his jaw, and how tight-lipped and hesitant he is right now. 

[ Don’t tell anyone about this, not even your Da nor Big Sister Iris, alright? ] Only once Aideen affirms her promise to do so, the young man opens up through slow and slightly unsteady hand gestures, sighing heavily through flared nostrils. [ I get like this now and again. Lately, more than I wish. ] He taps the lobe of his right ear with a tiny grimace. [ I can’t hear on this side anymore, but I can still hear this constant ringing. And sometimes it gets loud enough and annoying that it gets hard for me to focus. Sometimes it also hurts, and it lasts incredibly long. ]

Like just a few moments ago, when it took an entire minute for Talcott to finally realize that Aideen’s been trying to get his attention. Over the years he’s learned how to compose his features and posture in order to feign a relaxed or uninterested demeanor despite the problems the tinnitus is giving him, though he didn’t mean to totally ignore his favourite companion.

Four Word Prompts:

@aideenfuria || meme.

This Amicitia is ALWAYS ready to give and receive affection!!{ @aideenfuria }

It isn’t hard to figure out what the child wants right now. Iris happily crouches on her haunches to allow little arms to wrap around her frame easier, and she of course returns the gentle embrace without hesitation, clinging only for as long as Aideen allows her. 

And aside from red ( the obvious choice ), Asha thinks that Aideen is yellow.  The brightest, shiniest, yellow  —  just like the pictures of the sun in her books!

Touch-Starved || always accepting{ @aideenfuria } 

The woman should tell Aideen that she will never. ever. mind impromptu snuggles, especially if it’s coming from someone as sweet as the little girl. Should Aideen want attention or affection at any given time, Iris (and Talcott, of course) are willing to give it to her the second they’re able to. Even right now, though she’s swamped with inventory checklists and other minor responsibilities around the bustling outpost, Iris places a protective hand onto the Aideen’s back as she clings to the huntress’ waist, keeping the child close and ensuring that no one gets close enough to bump against them.

First, Asha had unearthed her secret stash of Santa hats; wouldn’t tell a single soul where she’d found them, just doled them out with the instruction that they must be worn.  Now, here was Aideen holding out the small, plush crow for her to take.  Where had she found that?  Had it come from the same place as Asha’s hats?  A stash of forgotten decorations once stashed away for a later day only for the kids to take their pick?  Possibly.  What had been stashed away by others had always been shared ( or it had been for as long as she had called the outpost home )— if nobody had protested the hats, would anybody protest Aideen gifting the little plush toy?

No.  No, they wouldn’t.

“A crow for a Crowe, huh?”  Sending Aideen over with the toy— Asha’s influence?  Where Aideen was quiet, shy, Asha was boisterous, chatty.  It wouldn’t be beyond her to plant the seed; a crow for a Crowe.  “Thank you, Aideen,” grinning, she lifted the toy from the little girl’s hands— Asha had her prized Leviathan, Julia had her Malbo-kun, Aideen and the little Carbuncle; seemed she’d just joined an exclusive club, “Does this mean I can join the colouring parties on Granny Ezma’s porch?”

“An’ you’re yellow.  A really, really, really bright yellow!”  Just like the pictures of the sun in her books.  “Y’could be red just like your hair but I reckon yellow’s better.”