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Author Topic: (Alcoholic) tea and sympathy  (Read 60 times)

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Offline Kerry Webster

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(Alcoholic) tea and sympathy
« on: Oct 29, 17, 01:36:07 PM »
Though Kerry did try to keep in touch with her only sibling who didn’t automatically roll over and do their mother’s bidding, she didn’t drop in on her sister very often. There were the kids to tend to, and Gwen’s Court business kept her busy, and… well, Kerry just didn’t like Courts in general. Even her sister’s. They tended to bring back shades of a too-cold childhood and the feeling she needed to soak in a hot bath for hours afterward just to wash the grime off her skin and warm up again.

And part of her still feared, grown woman though she was, that the more contact she had with Courts, the greater the odds of her mother finding a use for her wayward lamb after all and dragging the delinquent home. Or, worse, trying to use her family- particularly the Queen they were trying so hard to hide. Kerry had no delusions that Margaret had entirely washed her hands of her (pleasant though the thought was), but the more she could do to make look like she was merely living far below her potential in her backwater village, the better.  Winnie would have to get specialized training eventually, but it would be at Margaret Webster’s hand over Kerry’s dead body- and that was a promise. That was why her younger daughter had never met her Aunt Gwen, and possibly never would. Not while Margaret ruled this side of the Darkness.

She hadn’t brought any of them with her today, however. She’d heard the Arinthorpe Queen had recently paid a visit to that of that of Wartonshire, and given that Gwen was no more in the habit of seeking out Margaret’s company outside of business any more than Kerry herself, the Healer was rather curious as to what had prompted the move. And prepared, equipped with sororial benevolence and rather strong alcohol in her psychic cabinet, to offer tea and sympathy for the shitshow the visit had likely devolved into.

The healer let the appropriate parties know she was there for a visit if Lady Webster had the time available, content to wait patiently for a bit in the room she was shown to. She hardly had an appointment, after all, and Gwen took her duties as seriously as their mother (if with 100% more humanity than Margaret had ever managed). If she were too busy, Kerry could always come back another day.

Offline Gwenyn Webster

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Re: (Alcoholic) tea and sympathy
« Reply #1 on: Oct 29, 17, 04:02:23 PM »
Gwen... your sister Kerry is here to see you.

She paused for a moment, the incessant scratching of her pen ceasing for just a breath before she finished signing off on the shipments.  Bless Gareth for telling her, and bless Kerry for coming to rescue her from the trials of paperwork that had built up in the short amount of time she'd spent away.

She could never go away for very long - everything seemed to fall down around her ears.  Sometimes she wished that it could run for a few days without her - but that was almost begging for someone to come in and start talking about how Queens weren't necessary.

She rather enjoyed running the village and its produce... but that didn't mean she was content to rule it forever.  Someday...

She blinked, setting those thoughts to the side before smiling up at Hugh and Arthur.  "Would one of you be a dear and get these off to the appropriate people?  I think I will be taking a bit of a repast with Lady Kerry."  She wasn't going to insult her sister by calling her "lady Webster".  It annoyed the piss out of her to hear people refer to her own self by the same name as her mother.  She couldn't imagine Kerry would handle it better, considering how much effort Kerry put into avoiding their loving mother's attention.

How she wished she could pull it off so well.  Alas, her caste had not allowed such a distance. 

It only took about ten minutes to get herself to the sitting room that the staff had escorted Kerry to, her hands carefully closing the doors before she was able to take a deep breath.  The pleasant scent of a Blood Opal Healer was all she needed to start relaxing, but she still took a moment to unwind the Queen from her shoulders and face Kerry as the adoring younger sister they both knew her to be.

"Kerry."  She smiled, turning about and marching resolutely for the woman.  "How you always know when I need you, I'll never know."  She reached out, hoping to clasp at her sister's hands.  She'd been fuming, though no one other than Hugh really knew it.  Her visit with her mother had gone even worse than she expected - and considering she had exceedingly low expectations whenever in her mother's presence that was something of a shocker even for her.

Kerry, in comparison to their mother, was a breath of refreshing sea air.  She'd always been able to make Gwenyn's temper cool - and Gwen was more than happy to keep people from realizing just how necessary that was.  Keeping her temper in check was absolutely necessary.  A Queen in Rage was... not really conducive to the efficient running that Gwen demanded of herself.  Let alone the fact her mother would never let her live it down.

Offline Kerry Webster

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Re: (Alcoholic) tea and sympathy
« Reply #2 on: Dec 03, 17, 04:10:06 PM »
Kerry studied her sister surreptitiously as the other woman came to greet her, looking for those little cues of body language she’d learned as both sister and healer to get a read on Gwen’s well-being. Very tense, she decided, and hiding it as Mother had trained her. Not good… but not unexpected. And yet, as she watched the sister emerge from under the Queen, better than Kerry had feared. It was a good sign that Gwen could relax with someone she trusted. No matter how badly the visit had gone, at least whatever harm Margaret had done was likely not irreparable.

She readily reached out to her Gwen’s offered hands, always eager to indulge that part of her nature that reveled in the comfort of physical contact. She’d not been so free in their childhood, under their mother’s cool and judging eye. It was Robert who had taught her it was normal and okay to need human touch, to ask for affection from those she loved. Even now, the healer had to make a conscious effort to ignore that little voice in her head that whispered ‘weakness…’ when she did so. The effort was worth it, though- something Margaret had never managed to grasp. The thought was decidedly sad, when Kerry could muster up enough empathy to feel pity for the old Queen. But Margaret wasn’t here- Gwen was. So she let the old bitterness go and made herself smile brightly the younger sister who’d somehow clawed her way as free of the old biddy as one who shared the caste could manage.

“A little birdie told me you willingly sought out Mother. I figured you’d either need me to help you recover from the experience, or to help hide the body before her Court can invade Arinthorpe.” She grinned. “If it’s the latter, I’ll even count it as your Winsol gift for me this year.” She paused thoughtfully. “Make that the next ten years.”

Offline Gwenyn Webster

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Re: (Alcoholic) tea and sympathy
« Reply #3 on: Dec 03, 17, 04:38:49 PM »
Feeling Kerry's hands against her own allowed a small knot to begin unclenching beneath her shoulderblades.  Kerry had always been a bit more... withdrawn.  Ok, that wasn't entirely fair.  ALL of the Webster children could be somewhat.. distant.. when it came to relating to others.  Gwenyn was perhaps the best at getting past such training and reaching out to touch others - and she used her Caste as the excuse to do it.

Even her Mother hadn't been able to argue against such contacts, not when her Gift was so readily apparent in her Touch.  A simple brush of the hand could pack quite the powerful punch, as it were, and she'd been known to calm many a temper with her willingness to reach out and grasp others. 

It hadn't been easy to train herself to DO it, but it had been worth it.  Only around her mother did she stiffen so badly she didn't want others to touch her.  Only around her mother did she worry her temper might spill into an innocent if they did.

A little birdie told me you willingly sought out Mother.

She rolled her eyes, pulling Kerry forward to wrap her in a hug.  She needed it. She needed someone to hold her as she slowly tore down the walls that were necessary to survive their mother's company with relative sanity in tact.  For a moment, she stayed quiet.

Then she laughed as she quietly pulled back.  "Sadly, the old bat still lives.  She's too stubborn to die."  She shook her head, tugging Kerry's hand lightly towards the sofa.  "Come, sit with me.  I could use the company of someone with an actual soul to help me remember how to keep mine.  That woman...  Really Kerry, you shouldn't tempt me with the idea of planting her in the ground.  At least she'd warm something if she was."

She clenched her teeth, and found herself clasping Kerry's fingers too hard in turn.  Remorseful, she carefully withdrew her grip.  "Apologies, sister.  The visit was.. terrible.  She actually threw my lack of children in my face before telling me that raising them with love is going to make them weak and uncertain!  THEN she sproceeded to tell me that her ... her brand of parenting is why she's sending Owen to Queen Morgan's court!"

Her hands clasped together tightly in her lap, her lips pressing thin for a moment before she managed to wrestle that famous anger back down.  "She called us chess pieces."  Her hands went up to her face, spine bending as she felt the old familiar tears welling up behind her eyes.

Even after all this time... it hurt that her mother did not love her.  It burned in her very soul that the woman would risk her own son's life in an effort to gain some political clout with someone her mother so obviously saw as a threat.  Worse, really, that people outside of her mother's court would never believe that Margaret Webster cared for her children only in how their lives, and deaths, might gain her some acumen or power.

She took a deep breath.  And then another.  "I'm sure we're all terrible disappointments.  No children to groom, and no heartless souls amongst a single one of us."