Estella is not a damsel in distress. (romanio) wrote in rewritethreads, @ 2020-10-20 21:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: estella romanio, character: jacen rivers, player: amy, player: kat |
Who Ella & Jacen.
Where His appartment.
What He decided to breathe smoke in and got himself hurt so she's being a good partner and checking on him.
When Evening 20 October.
Rating tbd.
If the French Ministry didn’t have reason before to have someone there keeping an eye on the situation, the most recent events certainly warranted it. Between the attacks that happened at the Ministry itself with Bellatrix Lestrange and the obvious Death Eater attacks against the public, it was Estalla’s professional opinion that as much as the Ministry in England liked to say it was ‘under control’ - it wasn’t. In fact, from what she saw they were about as far from actually capturing any of these people as someone could get. The closest they’d come to it was when Edgar Bones had Bellatrix in a duel in the Ministry and that was simply because she was technically within their custody. Not that Edgar hadn’t done his part and suffered for it, and not that there weren’t people that were trying to make a difference. But all she saw so far was members of the Ministry staff fighting amongst themselves about what to tell the public, what not to tell the public and how to punish those that did speak up as to the truth of things. As to the threat these people and their ideology was when taken to the extremes that they were. It was almost sickening seeing the levels of hatred that these people had. Sighing as she wrote the final few lines of her report to the French Ministry, Estella placed her quill down and then moved to tie the parchment to her Owl’s leg and sent it off toward its destination. Hopefully they saw fit to intercede before things became even more desperate than they already were in England. That thought, as she released her owl, made her turn back toward the bedroom where she’d sent Jacen earlier before she’d gone off to do her reports. He was supposed to be ‘resting’ although she wasn’t certain that, that idiot knew what resting meant. Hitting on her, as amusing and enjoyable as it was, certainly didn’t constitute resting his lungs so as not to cause further damage. And she really didn’t want him having any further damage. The idea of having to find a new partner or having to return home because he wasn’t available wasn’t as appealing as she’d thought when she was first paired with him. He was….growing on her. Turning toward the bedroom, she resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to be the ‘bad friend’ once more, and walked inside prepared to once more yell at him. “This,” she said leaning against the wall, choosing to speak in English to him for the moment, her accent thickened by concern for him. “Does not look like you are sleeping or resting. Do I need to charm you to the bed and unconscious? Draught of the living death perhaps?” |