If I don't make it someone better put 'fuck dinosaurs' on my tombstone.
[ filter; agravaine ]
You better not die.
[ filter; týr ]
If we survive this I'll give you my mama's number. Just don't mention you got it from me.
These dresses are annoying. Everything about this wardrobe is annoying. I have to wear little frilly socks and shoes that look like they belong on a doll. I'm being forced to dress like I belong on someone's shelf. My parents are like drones out of The Stepford Wives.
Cara, can I come stay with you for a while? I know your uncle isn't acting like a freaky robot.
[ filter; family, zurvan included ]
Are any of you in the loony bin? Say no.
[She'd fallen very quiet upon seeing the filter from her father. So quiet that Mattie had abandoned her bone to rest her head upon her lap, curious as to why her owner was so silent. Struck still, Hermione hadn't even stroked her head.
What was there to say to someone who wouldn't understand? Someone who could never be able to sympathize with her past? Certainly worse things could have happened, but it was a life she never wished to repeat. The memories left a bad taste in her mouth. Her mother being taken, her father leaving, her mother forgetting her. And with those memories came her marriage to Neoptolemus. Her love for Orestes. Every thought was like pricking her fingertips over and over, but not enough to bleed. Just enough to hurt.
Her first conversation with Helen had been awkward. There was no doubt in her mind that her father was far easier to get along with, but despite her uneasiness, her hatred for all that had happened, she'd been happy. Glad, even, that her mother could give her the time of day. Every subsequent conversation was golden.
Could her father truly not understand how she could take that over school? For her mother to finally be paying attention to her -- it elated her. It had been so easy to forget about classes and focus on being with her mother for an extended period of time. Hermione, in truth, was a selfish little girl, but was it selfish when it was for something you deserved? Something you should have been granted from the beginning: love and attention?
Fuck school. There was no turning back.]
[Cornered. Confused. That was how Hermione felt when she'd woken up that morning with her real parents sitting on either sides of her bed. She'd slithered off the mattress, but was at a loss for words as her mother began rooting through her closet for clothes ("This would look lovely on you, darling~") and her father began stuffing her books into her backpack. All the while she stood there in pajamas, confused out of her mind. What the hell was happening?
Hermione actually looked forward to school to get away from the pod parents in her bedroom. Upon returning home, however, she learned they were still there, and that her other parents hadn't come home yet. She dropped her backpack and darted into her room, locking the door behind her. Their voices and polite knocks came through it. "I'll help you with your homework, honey"s and "How was your day at school, my dove?"s, too.
The little blonde collapsed onto her bed, wondering if she'd be able to face the parents she always wanted but never had.]
[Hermione had been fortunate enough not to wake up in her jammies, having been working diligently on an assignment that was due the coming day. Of course, there'd be no getting to that, no school to speak of as she opened her eyes to see the open sky. She was alone, uncomfortable, and some animal skittered past her feet upon sitting up.
But she was too full of pride to ask for help.]
I woke up on rocks. Not on the grass two feet away -- the rocks.
[filter; elaine, hector, odr, and euterpe]
Whatever you do, don't call me Hermione in public, okay? It's Denver. It's really, really important that you call me Denver.
[filter; pheme]
Is your uncle working tonight?[filter; menelaus]