#glain

hi i don’t exist here ever but i know there’s somewhat of an existing fan base for the great library series here???

So we’ve talked about Glain’s gender a fair amount. I’ve seen a lot of discussion of Glain as nonbinary or afab and identifying as masculine.

But what if Glain was assigned male at birth? What if she identifies as female, but not in a stereotypical girly girl way? And she’s trying to work out how to be the butch girl she wants to be without being misgendered?

Back home in Wales, she needed that long hair. Without it, people mixed her up with her brothers, and even when they remembered which Wathen sibling she was, they didn’t always remember her name and pronouns. It bothered her more to hear “he” than to be girly, so she grew out her hair, maybe even wore dresses, stuffed bras, whatever it took to make sure everyone knew she was a girl.

Photo by Jonny Lew on Pexels.com Origin: Welsh Meaning: “jewel; gem; bead.” Gender: feminine Pron: GLINE The name comes directly from the Welsh word for a jewel or decorative bead. It is born by Welsh musical artist, Glain…

Glain doesn't like jess' new thing with katja. She thinks katja is probably taking advantage of jess, and at worst will just give him more heartbreak to deal with

So she ends up having it out with katja

(after several unsuccessful chats/threats with jess)

Full respect to Glain, it starts civil and using actual words

But of course it ends with a fight

Who wins?

found this in my files and I kind of like it still. From back when I was giving Glain period troubles instead of/as well as Khalila. Set during P&F.

Severe mood swings of the rage variety, and several mentions of blood/clots

Glain! and angst!

Because I don’t know any other type of plot impetus, it’s a delicious problem 

So, I regularly ponder how the pack (+Dads) will settle down into not actually fearing for life their lives 24/7, post-series 

and I am fucking dying to see what Sword and Pen does with Thomas’ mental health in particular, 

but today I’m pondering Glain. 

Imagine that her most prominent trauma aftereffect is hyperviligance.

it’s Glain

who the fuck is going to notice that??

Glain’s already incredibly vigilant and observant. She’s already incredibly suspicious of her friends, and watching them to try and predict what they’re going to do. (I strongly headcanon that she was watching Morgan and Wolfe just as much as she was watching Jess and Dario in Ash and Quill)

Her automatic role in the group is ‘guard’, we’ve seen it several times in the books. Who’s going to notice if she guards a door when she doesn’t have to? If she always walks at the back of the group to keep them in her sights?

Because, let’s face it, a lot of it might match up too well with Santi’s as-of-yet unacknowledged trauma and then everyone’s just going to shrug it off as ‘soldier behaviour’ even more than they already might do.

She’ll probably be living and/or sleeping alone - no-one will notice if she sleeps badly, or sets traps around the place, and quite frankly, I think all of them are going to think “having nightmares every night and sleeping with a weapon” is appropriate behaviour for Quite A While. 

Khalila was familiar with the concept of akai ito, the red string of fate tying you to your soulmate, from her enjoyment of Japanese poetry, and she swore she could feel it pulling at her hand as she walked the Library corridors in the early hours of the morning. 

The discussions about the future of the Library were over, or at least had been halted for the night. Nothing concrete had been decided on at such an early stage, but she was encouraged by how many high-ranking and influential Scholars seemed amenable to her words. 

She had visited her family, made sure they were safe and housed in a suitable standard of accommodation (apparently Wolfe had organised that, she needed to thank him), and had a wholly inadequate conversation with them which would have to be expanded upon later. 

Her father and brother had been very concerned about hiding their bruises and hollow cheeks from her, and she’d let them maintain their dignity while bitterly laughing inside at how much worse she had seen. 

She had been good and dutiful and had done what needed to be done. 

Now, finally, praise Allah, finally, she was able to go to Dario. 

According to the messages in Khalila’s hastily borrowed Codex, Glain had taken it upon herself to guard Dario during the fight, and afterwards had dragged his protesting form to the Medicas, where he’d been ever since. 

Is he tired? Khalila had asked nervously, as soon as she’d left the rooms where her family was staying. Should I wait until tomorrow? 

Get down here before I have to actually tie him to the bed, Glain had replied, in short, sharp strokes. 

And now here she was, coming into the Medica wing and signing herself in as a visitor, following the directions to his room. Of course he had a separate room, she thought with a semi-hysterical little giggle. They’re lucky he didn’t ask for a whole suite and his own personal chef.  

The corridor blurred into a twitchy smear of not-there-yet, but it was impossible to miss Glain standing outside the relevant door, in full guarding mode. 

Khalila pulled her into a tight hug, which Glain allowed for a few seconds before disentangling herself. There were shadows under her eyes, and Khalila swallowed a wave of guilt as she remembered Glain’s issues with headaches.

“Thank you,” she said. Her voice trembled a little. “Thank you for looking after him when I couldn’t.” 

Glain shrugged awkwardly, brushing off Khalila’s overflowing feelings. 

“I avoided strangling him, just for you.” She met Khalila’s eyes and gave her a quick nod. “I’ll be in the barracks quarters if you need me.”