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éowyn stood at the window, her eyes gazing unfocused at the gardens and grey skies beyond. it had been a frequent haunt of hers since she’d been able to leave her bed. and this morning, so deep was she in her own thoughts that she did not hear the firm step behind her until the girl was almost upon her. she stifled the startled gasp in her throat and offered a weak smile in greeting.    “  lady sybil -- forgive me. i was... well, i confess my thoughts were far from here.  ”   //  @shesuffragist liked for éowyn!

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A STORM BREWS INSIDE HIM as the rain pours harder outside.  thomas and sybil are alone in the darkness, save for the candle between them.  he is selfish, and he knows it. . . but the news has hit him hard.  “so, that’s it, then?”  he asks woefully over his cup of tea.  “you’re off to ireland with the chauffeur.”  he scoffs.  thomas cannot look up at her, for he knows he would be lost.  his anger would dissipate, and he would forgive her.  he wants to be ANGRY.  she is leaving him behind.  why, why, does he always get left behind?  | @shesuffragist

THEIR  OCCUPATION  IN  YORK  HAS  SUMMONED  MANY  VALKYRIES  TO  ESCORT  THEIR  BRAVE  VIKINGS  WHO  FELL  TO  ODIN’S  HALLS.     &     whilst  most  former  inhabitants  of  york  are  dead  or  managed  to  escape,  they  have  yet  to  decide  what  to  do  with  the  remaining  ones.     (  ivar  suspects  his  brothers  will  suggest  to  arrange  a  ransom  for  them.  )     ‘     you,     ’     he  tests  his  english  tongue,  leaning  heavily  on  his  crutch  as  he  limps  over  to  an  english  nurse  providing  care  to  her  own  people.     ‘     if  we  will  provide  you  with  anything  you  need  for  your  work,  will  you  tend  to  our  people,  too  ?  i  might  add  this  is  a  one  time  offer  to  save  what  is  left  of  your  people.     ’

                    he was restless. his wounds were healing, but far too slowly for taste. on the mend, but not yet cured. he found the thought of lingering any longer in his bed utterly intolerable --  his muscles itched to be worked and stretched... so it was that he took to wandering the houses of healing, striking up conversations where he could, and doing his best to avoid slipping into an impatient brood about his own condition. on this particular afternoon, he had found a healer -- one of the younger, kindlier faces -- and soon found himself with more questions that she likely cared to answer. but if he noticed his imposition, he did not show it, leaning casually against the cool stone wall, eyeing her curiously as she worked.    “  do you not grow weary of this?  ”    he said at last, words blurting out to break the silence.    “  being surrounded by sickness and pain all day, every day? i think i admire you -- it would drive me mad...  ”    it’s already driving me mad, he added silently.   //   @shesuffragist​ liked for a starter!

 ❛  I’m grateful for your hospitality my lady , but you needn’t worry .  ❜ Robb lifted his weight from the warm fur that was graciously laid out under him for comfort . He was careful with the bandages around his abdomen , and he did his best to hide the pain from showing through his clenched jaw and squinted eyes . As much as the man appreciated the gentle care of a woman ( something that had become but a distant memory ) , he felt undeserving of it , thus guilty should he stay any longer .   ❛  I’m taking up too much of your time , really -- I’m all right .   ❜