Gabrielle knows that her sisters are a little...tense, at the moment, plus it's been cold for so long, so she's decided to do something to cheer everyone up and make cookies
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The two little boys wander in - no-one has ever warned them about food, and after a short argument about cookies, which Elurin wins, they both take one....
A moment later, a pair of teen-aged, blond elves is staring at each other in bewilderment, then at the kitchen. One of them shrugs, and the other proceeds to making tea.
For some reason, they aren't bewildered at all by this.
T: OMG I have been wanting to this this for a long while.
Iphigenia is going to make tea as well, and when she bumps into one of the twins, she does a double-take, as she doesn't remember two attractive blonds living at the Mansion.
The boys both wheel around, stare at her, then at each other. "Oh, erhm, it's alright," says one of them. "Did you," the other one clears his throat, "did you need the space?"
A six-year-old boy, big for his age but projecting an odd air of being smaller than he is, comes running in from outside at full tilt yelling. And then abruptly skids to a halt, whirling around with all the terror of a cornered animal.
But his brother isn't there.
Young Sandor Clegane, still unburned, stares at the doorway warily as though expecting his enormous brother to burst through at any moment. He said he'd rip him to pieces and Sandor can actually believe it. He saw what Gregor did to the little hound puppy he had once.
Belize walks in - actually looking for her patient, because that's one s|he likes to be able to spot at any given time. Upon seeing the little boy, though, s|he pauses. "Well, hello, there."
He turns, whirls, startled. "He's going to kill me, he says, panicked, and from the way he says it it might be apparent that he means that very literally.
Mildmay hadn't really moved from his room after that awful night when he collapsed, being reluctant to encounter Phedre after whatever it was that made him tell her all those things either, but he's also not eaten, and he has to do that eventually. When he gets to the kitchen he picks up a cookie to eat while he looks around
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Felix is careening around like a minor natural disaster, face ravaged and searching for Mildmay progressively more frantically, finding him missing from his room. And kind of screaming mentally because if Mildmay is dead too he doesn't know what he'll do.
He goes to the kitchen last, tense and nervous and barely holding together, and stops short, staring at the boy in the kitchen door. The hair is wrong, and there's no scar, but something - the eyes, and the walk, and his face...
His eyes go kind of wide and his voice is kind of strangled. "...Mildmay?"
The boy flinches at the yell and turns wide-eyed to stare at the tall redheaded (redheaded? Who would want to dye his hair red?) man. He immediately assumes that the man was sent by Keeper (though that's odd, his clothes look pretty flash for lower city, and he cringes back as he steels himself for the expected blow. "I was going back, I promise! I ...got lost!" Though Mildmay never gets lost, and Keeper should know that. His voice is different too, clear and without the slur that plagues the speech of the adult without the scar to distort it.
He flinches at the flinch, eyes just getting a little wider. "I'm not - I -"
He stops, blinks. He's crazy, he has to be crazy, gone completely around the bend, there is no way a younger Mildmay is standing there talking to him aaaaaagh what the hell...Felix steps back a bit, utterly confused.
It's amazing the difference a few years can make. Physically, of course, especially in a young boy, but they are also the few years that make the difference between the Wart and King Arthur. A very young King still, true, but one who knows precisely who he is and what he is, if not necessarily where he is at this particular moment.
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A moment later, a pair of teen-aged, blond elves is staring at each other in bewilderment, then at the kitchen. One of them shrugs, and the other proceeds to making tea.
For some reason, they aren't bewildered at all by this.
T: OMG I have been wanting to this this for a long while.
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"Oh! Sorry!"
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She twitches her hair out of her face, staring at herself in horrified...horror. And alarm. And seriously whut.
Mansion, meet Starkgirl.
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"Mademoiselle," he says, lifting his hat as he strides over to the sink to get a glass of water.
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And wails, "I'm a girl!"
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He's not making the connection, just yet.
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A six-year-old boy, big for his age but projecting an odd air of being smaller than he is, comes running in from outside at full tilt yelling. And then abruptly skids to a halt, whirling around with all the terror of a cornered animal.
But his brother isn't there.
Young Sandor Clegane, still unburned, stares at the doorway warily as though expecting his enormous brother to burst through at any moment. He said he'd rip him to pieces and Sandor can actually believe it. He saw what Gregor did to the little hound puppy he had once.
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He goes to the kitchen last, tense and nervous and barely holding together, and stops short, staring at the boy in the kitchen door. The hair is wrong, and there's no scar, but something - the eyes, and the walk, and his face...
His eyes go kind of wide and his voice is kind of strangled. "...Mildmay?"
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He stops, blinks. He's crazy, he has to be crazy, gone completely around the bend, there is no way a younger Mildmay is standing there talking to him aaaaaagh what the hell...Felix steps back a bit, utterly confused.
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If he knows what craziness is going on in the Mansion, it's clearly not visible on his face.
T: As unfortunately his wife is currently dead...
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"Merlin!" He crosses to him with long, fast strides. "Where are we?"
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