[Once Claire feels they've spent too much time in the station, she urges Bree to stand so they can return to Nadril. She wants to take her home, to Olympia, but Jamie can't leave the city yet. So to the cold it is, back to the rooms they have at the inn. The more she sees Bree move, how gingerly and slow it is, the more she begins to suspect that terrible sinking feeling in her gut is correct.
It makes anger wash over her in a wave, want to demand to know what happened and who did it, but not yet. Bree needs to be safe and warm and loved, and Claire keeps a strong arm around her back the whole way. As they reach the door, she steps forward to open it for her.]
[ His first night in the mansion, Jamie can't sleep. He tries and does for a bit, falling asleep with Claire. But at not quite two in the morning he's awake and sitting on the edge of their bed, thinking, rubbing at the hand Claire once put back together with tears and sweat.
Eventually, he stands, pulls on his trousers and shirt, and lets quiet footsteps take him to Brianna's room. He listens for a moment at the door before slowly opening it. There's a candle burning on her nightstand so that he can see her face in the glow of the light. He still can't believe it, his child right here with him. Flesh and blood of his and Claire's that he can hold and protect.
Try to protect.
It guts him to know that his daughter was attacked by the same man who terrorized his wife, that he could protect neither of them. To know that his daughter knows the same pain Jamie himself felt at the hands of Randall - to know Fergus knows it, too. Some moments it's too hard to breathe as his mind processes it. Both of his children, attacked. Hurt in a way Jamie knows takes a long path to recover from.
As he watches Brianna now and sees her smile in her sleep it makes him mad with joy; Claire described it, but to see it is a wholly different thing. It's a sweet thing and Jamie smiles as he takes her in, his heart aching with pride and joy. He'd always imagined her so wee, still a bairn he would be able to cradle in his arms. Logically he knew that wasn't possible, he'd always known she grew, he'd seen the photos. But to see her now. Christ, it's different. It's completely different.
Slowly, quietly, he makes his way to her bedside and kneels, holding his hands together after crossing himself. He whispers the practiced words of the Hail Mary in Gaelic. ]
Failte dhut, a Mhoire, tha thu lan de na grasan tha an Tighearna maille riut is beannaichte thu am measg nam mna, agus is beannaichtc toradh do bhronn, Iosa. A Naomh Mhoire, a Mhathair Dhe, guidh' air ar sonne na peacaich a nis agus aig uair ar bais. Amen.
[ He prays for the Blessed Virgin to watch over his daughter even here in a place his mind never would have been able to fathom on its own. Hesitantly, because he doesn't want to wake her, Jamie takes Brianna's hand and kisses the back of it before placing it back down and standing. Bending, he kisses her forehead now just lightly, then leaves her room, going back to Claire. Undressing, he says the same prayer over his wife once he's in bed and holding her again.
[ Brianna was one of the first people to greet Luke and take an active role in trying to help him, and he'd wanted to get to know her more, spend time with her more, but she'd seemingly disappeared. Not wanting to pry too much, he'd kept his distance, but now he's just a little worried and wants to make sure she's okay, so he reaches out with a simple text. ]
Hey, it's Luke. Haven't seen you in a while, just wanted to make sure you're okay?
[ Jamie hasn't spoken with Brianna one on one in a few days. When she wakes with nightmares it's usually Claire she wants, which he understands but it doesn't make the sting any less. He wants to help her, in any way he can, he just isn't sure how.
After supper, when she goes right back to her room, Jamie gives her a few moments while he helps Claire clean things before going to knock on Brianna's door. ]
[Lord John would not quite say that he hasn't been sleeping well, but. Well, he supposes he has not truly been sleeping well, of late. Perhaps it is the unfamiliar room, although truth be told he has slept in plenty of unfamiliar rooms in his life, and unfamiliar tents while on campaign, and he hasn't had quite the same trouble then as he is having now. No, if he were asked to put a finger on the matter, it would be a more specific matter of his environs. The land itself. And the owner of the mansion, for that matter.
The house is relatively quiet, at this hour of the night, despite the alarming number of people staying in it. John finds himself wandering towards a sitting room in search of some refreshment to help him calm his wandering mind -- perhaps some more of that whiskey Jamie's shared with him before? Stepping into the salon on quiet feet, only to find that there is someone else in the room already.]
I -- forgive me the interruption. [He offers her the dip of a bow in greeting.] I did not realize the room was occupied.
[It can't just be calm. All she wants is some peace and fucking quiet so her daughter can heal, collect herself, and this whole end of the world thing is not helping. Claire feels helpless. Even more so than before. She can't promise anything.
All she can do is keep her daughter close. Which is what she does, letting Jamie take charge of most else while the world at large figures out what to do and where to go. She has no qualms about kissing her forehead and keeping an arm around her as they sit on the bed, the curtains drawn in the room, keeping the world outside at bay for now.]
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[She'll just.
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Over there.]
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And to think I ever worried about my hair.
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not here
You know, if Bree wasn't off in la la land, and Claire wasn't fretting herself into an early grave.]
ACTION; cw talk of rape
It makes anger wash over her in a wave, want to demand to know what happened and who did it, but not yet. Bree needs to be safe and warm and loved, and Claire keeps a strong arm around her back the whole way. As they reach the door, she steps forward to open it for her.]
Let's get you in bed, sweetheart.
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not here | for when they're on olympia, finally.
Eventually, he stands, pulls on his trousers and shirt, and lets quiet footsteps take him to Brianna's room. He listens for a moment at the door before slowly opening it. There's a candle burning on her nightstand so that he can see her face in the glow of the light. He still can't believe it, his child right here with him. Flesh and blood of his and Claire's that he can hold and protect.
Try to protect.
It guts him to know that his daughter was attacked by the same man who terrorized his wife, that he could protect neither of them. To know that his daughter knows the same pain Jamie himself felt at the hands of Randall - to know Fergus knows it, too. Some moments it's too hard to breathe as his mind processes it. Both of his children, attacked. Hurt in a way Jamie knows takes a long path to recover from.
As he watches Brianna now and sees her smile in her sleep it makes him mad with joy; Claire described it, but to see it is a wholly different thing. It's a sweet thing and Jamie smiles as he takes her in, his heart aching with pride and joy. He'd always imagined her so wee, still a bairn he would be able to cradle in his arms. Logically he knew that wasn't possible, he'd always known she grew, he'd seen the photos. But to see her now. Christ, it's different. It's completely different.
Slowly, quietly, he makes his way to her bedside and kneels, holding his hands together after crossing himself. He whispers the practiced words of the Hail Mary in Gaelic. ]
Failte dhut, a Mhoire,
tha thu lan de na grasan
tha an Tighearna maille riut
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agus is beannaichtc toradh do bhronn, Iosa.
A Naomh Mhoire, a Mhathair Dhe,
guidh' air ar sonne na peacaich
a nis agus aig uair ar bais. Amen.
[ He prays for the Blessed Virgin to watch over his daughter even here in a place his mind never would have been able to fathom on its own. Hesitantly, because he doesn't want to wake her, Jamie takes Brianna's hand and kisses the back of it before placing it back down and standing. Bending, he kisses her forehead now just lightly, then leaves her room, going back to Claire. Undressing, he says the same prayer over his wife once he's in bed and holding her again.
Only now, does sleep come. ]
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just before the disaster fog rolls in lol
After supper, when she goes right back to her room, Jamie gives her a few moments while he helps Claire clean things before going to knock on Brianna's door. ]
Lass? May I come inside?
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sometime before disaster strikes;
The house is relatively quiet, at this hour of the night, despite the alarming number of people staying in it. John finds himself wandering towards a sitting room in search of some refreshment to help him calm his wandering mind -- perhaps some more of that whiskey Jamie's shared with him before? Stepping into the salon on quiet feet, only to find that there is someone else in the room already.]
I -- forgive me the interruption. [He offers her the dip of a bow in greeting.] I did not realize the room was occupied.
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during the fog but before claire abandons bree for theon
All she can do is keep her daughter close. Which is what she does, letting Jamie take charge of most else while the world at large figures out what to do and where to go. She has no qualms about kissing her forehead and keeping an arm around her as they sit on the bed, the curtains drawn in the room, keeping the world outside at bay for now.]
You should eat something.
[Typical mom.]
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IGNORE THE THING ABOUT BOOMERANGING i have AC i'm just dumb.
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omfg i didnt reply
it's okay!
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WHAT NOW MOM