Chaos Plot Reactions!

[thefinaljedi]

Who: Anyone/Everyone affected by Helios' nasty bout of Possession Sickness
What: Picking up the pieces
When: August 11th/12th
Where: Wherever there was bad mojo!
Summary: Apep, an Egyptian god of Chaos, possessed Helios and wrecked havoc. Those involved are going to have to cope with their injuries, mental traumas, and newfound night terrors!
Rating: R, for possible trigger warnings for descriptions of violence and bad language.


Nothing is ever easy for them House 46 folks. Gawddamn!

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[thebellthatbinds]

[The last time Sabriel had been held like this was when she had been a child, traveling with her Father and the small band of nomads that had taken them in. She can't remember any faces, any names but she does remember the feeling of being held in warm, weathered hands and soothed of her pains and sorrows.

Sabriel watches Adele's expression carefully before letting out a soft, relieved sigh, leaning close to give the woman another squeeze.]

Thank the Charter...I didn't know...I just saw you and Red lying still and I thought the worst.

[fleurdesel]

[Associating with Lupin has made lying easier, it seems. She'll have to keep this in mind. When Sabriel steps back in she loops her arms around her, strokes her worn and rough hair with a half frown. So much shorter than it once was- and raggedly cut. Conditioner and a trim- and it'd be the best way to avoid thinking of all the little flickers along the edge of her mind of this girl's demise.]

I did when I heard you were injured. But you are well, Red is worn but on the mend. We have all survived and shall endure as we always have. With a defiant smile.

[She smooths Sabriel's hair back and gives a rough lock a tug.]

I think first, however...a trim.

[thebellthatbinds]

[Sabriel is still going to keep an eye out for you Adele, but yes, your like was successful. Lips curling in a weak smile Sabriel huffs a soft chuckle as Adele tugs on a lock of her hair.]

That would probably be a good idea. And...I wonder if there's anything I can do for my wings. They feel sensitive.

[Understandably so, they were set on fire a couple of times, but who knows if they needed specialized treatment.]

[fleurdesel]

I think...I will have to do some manner of research but I am certain there is something that can be done for them.

[While she doesn't know now- she soon will. Sabriel needs to be well, and it's her job to make certain that she recovers. Adele can't keep her safe, but she can do this much. It's almost an afterthought, the quick brush of lips to Sabriel's forehead. But it's sincere enough.]

Come to the kitchen, I'll trim your hair there.

[thebellthatbinds]

[For a moment Sabriel stares after Adele, a faint flush of emotion rising to her cheeks as she briskly wipes at her eyes. Adele's affection had initially been...jarring, it had taken her a while to get used to all of the hugging and then this. Her father had not done that for her since she was a child. If her mother had lived, perhaps this was what she would have been like. By the time she has recomposed herself her eyes are pink as she gives the older woman a bittersweet smile and follows her into the kitchen.]

There's no rush. Thank you Adele.

[fleurdesel]

[She doesn't know when she'd started to think of Sabriel this way. As a young woman that needed a little guidance, affection, and minding. Thinking of her in much the same way she thought of little Fleur. It's different all the same, but similar enough for Adele to put a name to the pattern of behavior she has around Sabriel. Maternal. And it's a strange thought to have but it does fit.

At the moment she's not entirely certain she's comfortable with the label. So she sets it aside and pats the chair and starts looking for scissors. They should be in one of the drawers.]

Time is something we have in abundance here, true. But I think whenever we've a proper salon in the village you ought to get it cut into a proper bob. It'd be a drastic change from the length you had before but I think it would look quite elegant on you.

[thebellthatbinds]

[Taking a seat on the chair indicated Sabriel nods with a small smile, tugging at the dry and brittle ends.]

I had it cut like that once when I was younger, I meant to cut it again but I figured I could do so after I left the College.

[fleurdesel]

[Adele fills a small pitcher with water and pats Sabriel's shoulder.]

Tip your head back? It's better to wash it first- and I've some conditioner that may help with how very dry your hair is right now.

[thebellthatbinds]

I've never really used it before...but some of the other girls at home used to for special occasions.

[After all there's not much use in using it around the College. At the pat to her shoulder she leans her head back, reaching up to brush the stray locks away from her face.]

[fleurdesel]

It's less something to be used for special occasions here and more to be used whenever you wash your hair. At least that is what I would recommend.

[She cradles Sabriel's head with one hand, supporting it while she pours water over her scalp, a basin set just under the chair catching the water that flows tree. It's warm, but not hot, and Adele is careful not to let any soak into Sabriel's clothing.]

[thebellthatbinds]

Soap has never let me down before.

[Sabriel smiles softly and closes her eyes as the first gentle splash of water hits her hair. Tension leaking from her as the water falls through her hair a soft sigh escapes her lips.]

That feels lovely...

[fleurdesel]

It is time to upgrade- your hair is lovely Petite Cloche, you should treat it well.

[Once the water has soaked through Adele pours a palmful of small, lightly fragrant shampoo into her hand and begins to massage it through Sabriel's hair. As she works the distant familiarity of doing the same for her niece has her humming under her breath.]

[thebellthatbinds]

I suppose I will have to from now on.

[There's something undeniably comforting at the feeling of someone working gently with one's hair, and Sabriel can't help but sink a little deeper into the chair as Adele starts to hum. It was a vaguely familiar tune by now, something she had often heard from the older woman when they would cook together.]

What song is that?

[fleurdesel]

Fais do do.

[She murmurs after one of the verses before sliding into singing with a low rasp to her voice. It was warm and familiar, and the lather took to Sabriel's hair in a thick froth. None of it dripped, which saved her the trouble of cleaning up.]

It's something my father would sing to us to help us sleep when we were children.

[thebellthatbinds]

It's a nice lullaby.

[Rubbing her thumb idly over the slightly uneven scars of the burns on her fingers she tries to remember those days spent in the caravan. It felt so far away, just glimpses of places, blurry faces and pockets of warmth from the evening campfires as Adele's song wraps around her like a blanket.]

I don't remember if Father sang to me but I think one of the other travelers did.

[fleurdesel]

It's an old one, but familiar.

[Slim fingers massage Sabriel's scalp in practiced motions, habits she picked up taking care of Fleur when she'd been young. It's warm and comforting to be able to do this for Sabriel.]

What would they sing for you?

[thebellthatbinds]

[Whatever lingering tension might still be held in her shoulders eases away as Adele's fingertips run over her scalp. Even her wings slowly uncurl as she relaxes.]

Mn, stories and poems, songs of warnings while on the road. I don't remember them now though, it's been so long...

[fleurdesel]

[She doesn't have much by way of nails, which makes the massage all the more gentle. Once she's certain that Sabriel is relaxed and that her short hair is thoroughly washed, she tips it back a bit further with a soft murmur.]

Keep your eyes closed, Petite Cloche.

[thebellthatbinds]

[Letting her head tip back with Adele's guidance she breathes a soft, relaxed sigh, keeping her eyes closed as she was told.]

It's been...a while since I last had short hair.

[fleurdesel]

I have never had my hair shorter than my shoulders.

[A carafe of warm water and a bowl set under the chair helps in rinsing out the suds. Adele is careful enough and Sabriel is still enough that it's done neatly.]

I blame my mother and grandmother for it. They've always ha their hair long. Every little LeBlanc girl, and for a short while the one LeBlanc boy, attempted to mimic it. My sisters have since turned to trimming and styling their hair sort but I can't quite bear to part with it.

[thebellthatbinds]

You have such lovely hair Adele, I think you made a good choice in deciding to keep it long.

[Reaching up to brush a droplet or two of warm water from her forehead looks up at the older woman with a soft smile. It was always a pleasure to hear more about Adele's family.]

Ellimere, Sullyn and I all got our hair cut into bobs a couple of years ago, I had been considering doing it again before the graduation ceremony from the College.

[fleurdesel]

It was one of the few times my mother wasn't critical of me, when she'd wash and brush my hair. [She snorts a laugh, soft and wry.] She meant well. I know that now, but at the time...

[She lifts a shoulder and finishes rinsing the lather out of Sabriel's hair, smoothing her fingers along the wet mass of it before pouring a measure of conditioner into her palm.]

That would suit you well, I think. Something angular, a little longer in the front than the back. Very elegant.

[thebellthatbinds]

It's what's in fashion back home. At least, in Ancelstierre it is; short bobs with waves and curls, but my hair never took the curling too well.

[Sabriel eyes the conditioner curiously as Adele pours a little into her hands.]

It would be functional too, wouldn't get in the way.

[fleurdesel]

No, but with the right conditioner, such as what I have here, it'll be sleek and straight, framing your face nicely.

[Adele moves her hand around into Sabriel's field of vision, the cream thick, almost a mousse on her palm. Tinged a faint gold by mineral oils and without any fragrance whatsoever, it's the ideal condition for any hair type.]

And that is of the utmost importance.

[thebellthatbinds]

[Sabriel nods as she blinks down at the cream. The faint golden glimmer of the conditioner makes it seem even more luxurious that it really is. Then again, it's been a while since Sabriel last spent some time on herself like this...not since she and a Shifted Adele went shopping months ago.]

We should have an outing sometime...it's been a while since we last did.