Thalia (amusing_muse) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2021-05-27 22:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | saint patrick, thalia |
WHO Thalia and Patrick
WHEN Thursday afternoon, May 27
WHERE Clio’s place
WHAT Bonding
WARNINGS TBA
Laughter, so they said, was the best medicine. Ordinarily, Thalia embraced the aphorism with her whole heart. But if there was a joke silly enough and sweet enough to heal her sisters’ pain, then it would take a comic far greater than her to tell it. Torture, kidnapping, death and rape and fire. They were so far out of her genre right now, and she didn’t know how to make things better. Cake was not an ideal medicine, either. But it was sweet and soft and comforting, and it reminded a person that there were more sweet and soft and comforting things out there in the world, and that was a reminder that every one of them could use right now. And maybe she was getting a reputation as being the one who showed up to a crisis with baked goods, but all that said was that there’d been a shit-ton of horrible in a horribly short time, which, really, was all the more call for comfort food. It would never be enough to heal everything. But at the very least, it wasn’t going to hurt. So Thalia came bearing a fluffy coconut and blueberry shag cake, and ready to hug Clio as tightly as her sister’s wound would allow. She climbed the steps to the familiar brownstone and knocked. |