Sweets for the Sweet [Closed]

[darkknightfall]

WHO: Penelo, Giselle, Batman, and possibly Prince Edward
WHAT: Sympathy for the broken
WHERE: Giselle's house
WHEN: Day 155 (backlogged)

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[danceofrapture]

Penelo's brown-toned skirts rustled as she turned in her step from where she stood a respectful two paces away from the door. The bruises were still apparent on her body; a darkened eye, bruised legs that still gave the appearance of handprints. The blonde stood at a bit of a limp, favoring one foot over the other. She smiled sweetly, though her brown eyes still carried darkness that she struggled to pull away.

"Clark," her voice was light, but strained, "It's good to see you."

She added quickly, "Though I wish the circumstances were different."

Ducking her head, her brown leather boots scuffed against the stair as she slipped into the house, maneuvering a large basket filled with teas, sweets and other comforts over one arm.

[SORRY I AM LATE. D:]

[how_do_i_know]

In all her life, Giselle couldn't recall being so dependent before. It was one thing to be caught from a dangerous fall or saved from a hungry troll, but this was something else all-together. This was far more demanding and time-consuming.

Giselle had become a burden to the people she cared most about.

The thought made her cringe slightly, and she shifted uncomfortably, raising her head curiously as a young woman's voice rang through the house. While Giselle might have once greeted guests with unending charm and a beaming smile, she now found herself feeling apprehensive and nervous.

[darkknightfall]

He smiled gently, if perhaps a little sadly at Penelo, moving to let the girl in and closing the door behind her.

"It would be nice to meet sometime when it isn't someone's darkest hour."

Leading the baker to Giselle's bedroom, he knocked lightly on the open door to let the Princess know they were there, though, given she was awake, she probably knew they were coming.

"Giselle, someone's here to visit you."

With a subtle inclination of his head, he indicated to Penelo to enter first. Were it anyone else, he would have been worried about their reaction to the bandages, to the scars, the looks of horror and disgust that he was sure Giselle was not accustomed to. But this was Penelo, and even though the marks of her own trail still adorned her body, he knew that even were Giselle's scars unveiled, it would not faze Penelo in the least, only make her more determined to see Giselle happy.

[danceofrapture]

Penelo paused in the doorway; not from disgust or horror, but from sheer heartbreak that Rivelata's beautiful princess had been so defiled. She swallowed and smiled warmly; her eyes crinkling at the edges.

"Hi, Princess," She cooed; it was a pet name, not a title, "How're you feeling?"

The girl padded to the side of Giselle's bed and set the basket down by her feet. Raising a gentle hand, she brushed back her hair oh so carefully; a kind, motherly gesture, not putting too much pressure on her aching face.

[how_do_i_know]

As the door open, she very nearly began to feel her anxiety overwhelming her. She knew she was in no danger, certainly not from Penelo and definitely not while Clark was here, but the irrational fear was there, nonetheless. Willpower kept her from buckling under the weight of it, but only because she hadn't wanted to upset her friend.

"...I could be worse," she said gently as Penelo brushed her hair back. "It hurts now, but ... I have my life." For some reason, her words confused her. They were not lies, but she couldn't recall a situation like this before-- she couldn't recall being so ... closed-off.

How did she feel? Terrible. In pain. Sad. Angry. Grateful. Confused. Any number of emotions, most of them non too desirable. Normally, Giselle would have been hard-pressed to keep those around her from knowing-- feeling-- what she felt, but now all she wanted to do was hide it.

"I know you've been hurting, too. I'm so sorry."