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Tweak says, "Bibbity, bobbity, boo"

Phillipa ♥ Cobb (daddys_angel) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-01-30 12:21:00

Entry tags:

!open, ariadne, arthur, phillipa cobb

Who: Phillipa Cobb & Open to Arthur, Ariadne, and anyone else who might come in to their apartment.
When: This morning
What: Phils is sad!
Where: 604A
Rating: Probably low
Status: Incomplete

Phillipa was curled up on the couch, one arm around her stomach. She'd been crying off and on and now her stomach hurt. Uncle Arthur had tried to give her a bowl of ice cream but she hadn't touched it, instead just watching it as it slowly melted into an ugly soup in the bowl. She was sadder than she could remember being in a long time. Her mommy had left her again, and her daddy wasn't there, and neither was her grandma or grandpa or even James. She couldn't understand what she had done wrong and why everyone kept leaving her.

It helped that her uncle was there, but Phils was terrified that he was going to leave, too. After all, he had left once - who's to say he wouldn't leave again? Any of them might leave. Mr. Eames, Ms. Ariadne, Sirius, Morpheus, even Mordred. Her eyes filled with tears at the thoughts as she curled up into a tighter ball and pressed her face into the arm of the couch, beginning to cry again. She didn't want to be all alone. She just wanted her parents to be there and everything to be okay again.

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the_pointman
2011-01-30 05:37 pm UTC (link)

After Arthur had set Phillipa down on the couch with some ice cream, he figured he could get in a quick shower and shave before taking her out for a walk. Halfway through the shave though he heard the crying. With a heavy sigh, Arthur wiped his face clean and headed out into the living room.

He'd pulled on his undershirt, thankfully still wearing his pants, and headed out into the living room. "Phillipa?"

It was heartbreaking to watch her, and it made him completely sick to see her like this. It wasn't fair to a child, especially if this Phillipa was from after Mal's death.

"Sweetheart, don't cry. It's going to be ok." It was an empty promise, but it was all he could offer as he sat down next to her. Pulling her into his lap he smoothed a hand over her back, "It's alright."

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	daddys_angel 2011-01-30 05:45 pm UTC (link)
	When he pulled her into his lap, Phillipa immediately reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, her soggy face pressing against his chest. "Don't leave me, okay? You're not going to leave again too, right?" She sniffled, her eyes closed tightly as she pulled him closer. "Why does everyone leave me?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

the_pointman
2011-01-30 05:56 pm UTC (link)

It made him sick. This was the exact reason why he didn't want kids. He never liked seeing them hurt. Especially his Goddaughter.

Arthur turned his head, kissing her temple gently, "You know I can't promise you that. I know about as much as you do about this place. But I don't want to leave, and I sure as heck don't want you to leave."

He was never an outwardly affectionate person (he usually held that back for behind closed doors), but when special situations called for it, he would be. So he really wasn't surprising himself when he pulled her back by the shoulders to look at her, "What was the name of the song your mom used to sing to you? La petite poule grise, right?"

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daddys_angel
2011-01-30 06:04 pm UTC (link)

"I want everyone to be here so we can all be together." She hiccupped through her tears, her cheek slowly turning to rest against his chest. She wasn't letting him go yet. Phillipa didn't want to let him go at all, for fear that he would leave her, too.

When he pulled her away, she whimpered because her arms were so short that he was forcing her to let go, and she looked up at him, almost ready to cry again. For a moment, the question confused her, and she had to think about what he was talking about, before she slowly nodded. "Yes, that's it."

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the_pointman
2011-01-30 06:15 pm UTC (link)

God her words hurt. If he'd had it his way, Phillipa would go back too. At least she'd be with Mal. According to everyone else though, they wouldn't remember any of this. It made him worry about what he'd done here before.

Reaching out, he brushed away some of the streaming tears from her cheeks with his thumbs, "Would you sing it with me? Please?" He was doing everything he could to get that sweet little face smiling again.

When Dom and Mal first started dating was when Arthur finally learned French. She was kind enough to help him out since Dom was still seemingly struggling with the pronunciations more then he was. Funny enough was the particular song in question was one that he first learned. It was also the same one he knew Mal would sing together with the kids.

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daddys_angel
2011-01-30 06:44 pm UTC (link)

After another small hiccup, Phillipa hesitated for a moment, then slowly nodded again. It was one of the first songs she had learned too, which had been a while ago. Spending her early years with a French mother had given her a very good grasp on the language, until she was as bilingual as Mal. She took a deep breath to try and stop crying, then curled up and lay her head against his chest.

Softly, she started to sing the song, her eyes closing again. "L'était une une petite poule grise, qu'allait pondre dans l'église. Pondait un p'tit' coco, que l'enfant mangeait tout chaud." She was still sniffling after almost every line, her shoulders still shaking in sadness.

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the_pointman
2011-01-31 01:27 am UTC (link)

Arthur's arms hugged around her protectively, his hand moving up to move some hair out of her face while he softly sang with her, "L'était une p'tit' poul' noir, Qu'allait pondre dans l'armoire, Pondait un p'tit' coco, Que l'enfant mangeait tout chaud."

Feeling slightly selfish about it, Arthur was starting to feel happy that Phillipa was there. No matter how terrible this place could get, he had a feeling that her youthful innocence could brighten it a bit.

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labyrinthine
2011-01-31 01:58 am UTC (link)

Ariadne had woken up late that morning, the combination of last night's stress and an afternoon shift giving her a little breathing space. She dawdled in her room, not wanting to disturb Arthur and Phillipa as they tried to adjust. In some ways he was as bad off as the little girl, just as disoriented but without the privilege of youth to express his real feelings. Then again, Arthur wasn't really the type to express... well, anything.

An unfamiliar sound caught her ear and she eased her door open. Was that singing? In a distinctly baritone range? Ariadne slipped into the living room and watched with a smile. This was possibly the most adorable thing she'd ever seen. She waited till the familiar French folk song came around to the next verse before she joined in. "L'était une p'tit' poul' rousse qu'allait pondre dans la mousse. Pondait un p'tit' coco, que l'enfant mangeait tout chaud."

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daddys_angel
2011-02-01 05:52 am UTC (link)

Phillipa was singing quietly with Arthur, her cheek resting on his chest, eyes half closed as she started to nod off a little, when she suddenly heard a female voice. She broke off in mid word and sat up, huge eyes seeking out the source because at first it sounded like her mommy. When she saw that it was Ariadne, though, the smile that had started fell abruptly, and she curled up and tucked her face in the crook of her uncle Arthur's elbow as tears welled up again, no longer singing the song. She'd been so excited, thinking that her mommy was back, and while she really did like Ms. Ariadne a lot, she would much rather have seen her mommy standing in the doorway.

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