[closed] catch-all log for December

[100more]

WHO: (100more) & Various
WHAT: May vary
WHERE: Mostly at Hob's home but can vary
WHEN: Late Nov - Dec
WARNINGS: Talk of werewolf attacks, injuries, possible affection?

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[matermali]

[ The reminder of that is enough to immediately crush whatever positivity she was momentarily permitting, her gaze dropping low and her hands disappearing back into her sleeves. ]

I wish that I could do something to help you. I wish...that I had prevented any harm from befalling you or any other.

I can...only promise that nothing like it will happen again while I am here.

[100more]

[ Hob blinks in surprise and quickly shakes his head at Vanessa's sorrow. ]

It's not your fault or your responsibility, Vanessa. And I've already accepted an apology.

[hypnagothic]

As Hob and others have said.

[ rather than repeating him about it not being her fault. his hand ghosts up along her back to touch his cool fingers to the back of her neck, squeezing there very gently. perhaps it might being her more comfort that he's doing such an intimate gesture in front of another, unafraid to show his affection here. ]

[matermali]

[ If it wasn't her responsibility before, then it is now. She can't imagine anyone else being able to look after Ethan when he turns again.

Her throat is tight while she stares, scratching at her wrist with her thumbnail. The touch to her neck is enough to draw her attention back up toward him, and she struggles through a smile again so as not to worry anyone more than necessary. If not for Morpheus, she might have bolted long before now. ]

When I am...better dressed, I can fetch what is needed to make some tea for Mr. Gadling. [ A glance to Hob to speak to him. ] It will help.

[100more]

[ Hob doesn't understand at all Vanessa's guilt about the attack. She isn't to blame. Ethan is a werewolf, and what he did was outside of his ability to control. Hob doesn't fault him for it, and he knows Ethan will do everything possible to prevent it from happening again.

Her suggestion of making some tea for him gets a gentle nod. ]

Thank you. I'm sure it will.

[ He wants to ask why she feels she must be the one responsible for preventing future incidents, but Hob is never sure he'll get an answer to his questions. Plus, she's obviously weary. ]

Until then, please rest as much as you need to. You can call on me for anything.

[hypnagothic]

Once Hob himself has healed, of course.

[ a light chastisement, meant in good spirits. ]

[matermali]

[ By then, Vanessa is certain she'll have her wits about her. ...Hopeful, at least. ]

Thank you. You are kind. ...Both of you.

[ A murmur as she takes a step back with one hand on Dream's arm, glancing between them again before awkwardly pulling her hair over one shoulder. She doesn't know how quickly Loki can move around and she doesn't want any more people than necessary seeing her like this, so she should try to somehow look less pathetic. She can't imagine anyone will miss her sparkling conversational skills at the moment.

Her sigh is rough and her gaze again drifting toward nothing. ]

I...need to fix my hair. It is— May I excuse myself for but a minute?

[100more]

[ Hob laughs softly as Dream continues to remind him that he's also still mending. Were it not for Dream, Hob would have probably already caused some trouble and ended up needing to rest even longer.

Hob doesn't expect to entertain while Vanessa is here recovering. That wouldn't be polite to the lady. He doesn't want Vanessa to have to worry about being presentable, either. ]

Of course. But don't worry about being seen. I'll meet Loki outside the door and collect the things when they arrive. Relax and do as you'd like.

[ Since Hob doesn't want to fall sleep before Loki comes to deliver the items, Hob goes to the couch to sit awhile. ]

[hypnagothic]

[ Dream shifts subtly when Vanessa puts her hand on his arm, taking that as permission to retreat from sight with her. ]

Thank you, Hob. Please extend my gratitude to Loki when he comes.

[matermali]

[ There's a glance of surprise back to Morpheus, having expected him to stay with Hob. She is certain she can manage on her own, but she doesn't wish to sow any discord around others so she merely nods back toward Hob and repeats her gratitude. ]

Yes, please let him that how grateful I am.

[ Although she would like to be polite and thank him herself, she is operating minute-to-minute and has trouble planning anything past those next sixty seconds. Vanessa already has to keep track of promises made, so she nods again before turning to shuffle back toward the bedroom with arms folded. ]