Who: Amelia and Gideon What: Talking about feelz, being husband and wife. Cool things. Where: House #26 When: Sunday December 14th, later evening Rating: TBA
After the recent slew of tragedy in the village, it seemed life was starting to get itself back on track. In a way, Amelia was thankful for that. She needed the distractions of the board, motherhood, and her job at Sewn Together to keep her from the insurmountable pain that was bubbling up inside her. She had always been absolutely brilliant at keeping it all locked up inside, it was a talent she developed during the war back at home, when she watched all of her loved ones and friends ripped away from her by evil forces. But there was only a certain amount, only a certain point she could reach where she couldn't do it anymore, and falling apart was inevitable, and she wanted to hide it from everyone. It wasn't her favorite thing to show weakness, especially around people she loved and cared about who were feeling the pain of loss themselves. She knew Susan was, as well as Gideon, so why was it fair for her to act like she felt it so much more? Why was she so special that what she was experiencing mattered at all? In her mind, it didn't. It was their pain, their feelings, their emotions she needed to worry about, leaving hers by the wayside.
She was happy to be there as much as she could for Susan, and for her son. But she was also aware Gideon was doing the same thing she was. Not only was he a man, but he was a fighter. He wasn't one to fall apart, to show weakness easily. But she could sense it on him, and she knew full well he could sense it on her. It was a topic they had been avoiding quite well up until now. But Amelia knew it couldn't go on like that much longer. They were married now, a partnership. And more than that, they were parents, and they needed to help each other during times like this, even if it was difficult to open up.
Amelia had put Eli to bed an hour previously, and by now he was settled down and fast asleep in his bedroom next to theirs. Thank Merlin he had been sleeping now for several hours at a time, sometimes almost the whole night up until the early hours of the morning. Gideon hadn't come home yet, so Amelia sat silently in their bedroom window, drinking out of an open bottle of wine, glasses be damned. She had stored up enough milk for the baby so she didn't have to worry about that right now, or hurting him in any way with her bad habits, and she sat thinking about too many things. That was the point of the wine, to quiet the thoughts, but it hadn't fully taken effect yet. People were returning. More every day. All those lost.
All those except the ones she wanted to return the most. Edgar. Emmy. Sally. Fabian. Perhaps they would, but the longer it took, the more she started to lose faith in it actually happening. And even if it did, herself and Gideon would have to go through the pain of telling them they were all dead back at home, and that alone was quite a burden to bare. She was tired of it, tired of a lot of things. It was these thoughts that were preoccupying her thoughts enough that she didn't even notice when her husband arrived home.