- a hotel on the mainland - saturday night - 10/3
They'd gotten a hotel room on the mainland, mostly for privacy's sake. While the island provided a certain amount of protection, it was unnecessary for this particular part of why they'd come and Dallas thought it best that this be done where no one else might sense what she was doing.
Fiona noticed that something was different when Aaron had tipped his head to the door and given Eliot a prompting look. Her brother, ever concerned for her, had tossed a smile before standing up.
"The arcade downstairs, right?"
Aaron had nodded and almost miraculously produced two rolls of quarters. Even more amazingly, he'd smiled when Eliot had whooped and run for the door.
Which had set off the rage, as per usual. A moment's pause, a breath or two, and she was standing to go as well. There were two rolls of quarters, after all. But Dallas had put a hand to her arm.
"Come here, dear. Boys will be boys."
Fiona had wanted to mention that she could be a boy as much as Eliot when it came to playing video games (one of the many forbidden items she hadn't indulged in just yet) but she sensed that her aunt had a reason to keep her, that the impromptu trip wasn't nearly as impromptu as she might have imagined.
"What?" she asked once Eliot and Aaron were both gone from the room.
Dallas was watching her then, something in her eyes terribly sad. Fiona didn't like how it felt, didn't like the thought that someone pitied her, but Dallas shook her head almost as if she could read her mind.
"They made a real mess of you," she finally said. That just upset her worse.
"What do you mean? Aunt Dallas--"
And Dallas, ever calm, had shushed her with a hand on her arm again.
"Inside. Lucia and Audrey, bless their" her pink lips quirked as if she was reconsidering her words but she continued with "efforts, but they never should have tried this without me."
Which confused Fiona even worse.
"Aunt Dallas?" she repeated again, but then her aunt was pulling her gently to one of the hotel room beds and sitting her down. Dallas squated in front of her, a friendly little smile on her too-pretty face.
"Your mother and your aunt, my Sisters, they changed things inside of you. Now," and she held up a finger at this, "they did it for a good reason, of course. It was a brilliant idea. But they never should have done it without me. There's three of us for a reason."
"You mean--"
Dallas nodded. "I need you to lie down, sweetheart. Lie on down and I'm going to see what I can do about what they did to you, to your inside. It's not going to be easy, and I need you to tell me if it hurts" which didn't make her confident at all "But you know what they say of course."
Fiona didn't have the first idea.
"I always find a way."
The reference was entirely lost on Fiona, but she sat back on the bed and closed her eyes. Part of her wanted to see what her aunt was going to do to all the string, the gold and the floss, the yarn and the nylon and all the rest of the strange things she'd seen while she'd been in the hospital bed, but another part was scared and she bowed to that part just this once.
"Let's see what I can do here..."
[NFB due to distance, NFI, OOC a-okay!]
Fiona noticed that something was different when Aaron had tipped his head to the door and given Eliot a prompting look. Her brother, ever concerned for her, had tossed a smile before standing up.
"The arcade downstairs, right?"
Aaron had nodded and almost miraculously produced two rolls of quarters. Even more amazingly, he'd smiled when Eliot had whooped and run for the door.
Which had set off the rage, as per usual. A moment's pause, a breath or two, and she was standing to go as well. There were two rolls of quarters, after all. But Dallas had put a hand to her arm.
"Come here, dear. Boys will be boys."
Fiona had wanted to mention that she could be a boy as much as Eliot when it came to playing video games (one of the many forbidden items she hadn't indulged in just yet) but she sensed that her aunt had a reason to keep her, that the impromptu trip wasn't nearly as impromptu as she might have imagined.
"What?" she asked once Eliot and Aaron were both gone from the room.
Dallas was watching her then, something in her eyes terribly sad. Fiona didn't like how it felt, didn't like the thought that someone pitied her, but Dallas shook her head almost as if she could read her mind.
"They made a real mess of you," she finally said. That just upset her worse.
"What do you mean? Aunt Dallas--"
And Dallas, ever calm, had shushed her with a hand on her arm again.
"Inside. Lucia and Audrey, bless their" her pink lips quirked as if she was reconsidering her words but she continued with "efforts, but they never should have tried this without me."
Which confused Fiona even worse.
"Aunt Dallas?" she repeated again, but then her aunt was pulling her gently to one of the hotel room beds and sitting her down. Dallas squated in front of her, a friendly little smile on her too-pretty face.
"Your mother and your aunt, my Sisters, they changed things inside of you. Now," and she held up a finger at this, "they did it for a good reason, of course. It was a brilliant idea. But they never should have done it without me. There's three of us for a reason."
"You mean--"
Dallas nodded. "I need you to lie down, sweetheart. Lie on down and I'm going to see what I can do about what they did to you, to your inside. It's not going to be easy, and I need you to tell me if it hurts" which didn't make her confident at all "But you know what they say of course."
Fiona didn't have the first idea.
"I always find a way."
The reference was entirely lost on Fiona, but she sat back on the bed and closed her eyes. Part of her wanted to see what her aunt was going to do to all the string, the gold and the floss, the yarn and the nylon and all the rest of the strange things she'd seen while she'd been in the hospital bed, but another part was scared and she bowed to that part just this once.
"Let's see what I can do here..."
[NFB due to distance, NFI, OOC a-okay!]