Molly gave Hugh a sad little smile. "I'd love some tea. But I'm strictly an herbal gal. I have a really bad caffine allergy."
She turned from the depressing sight, if not totally from such thoughts. "And I don't mean your special blend, either." She winked at him. "I have a nice mint tea already dried and in cloth bags."
She was greatful for the distraction Hugh offered. "I can't understand it, I'm afraid. I suppose under cetain extreme citrcumstances I can. But life is often short enough." For you, and sometimes for the Sidhe as well, she thought morosely. Her sixth Cousin, Donal, had been killed in battle two years ago. He'd been younger than Molly.
Molly walked beside Hugh, keeping to his pace. "I wish I could say I'd never seen it before. My family has a long history of taking in foster children. Usually abused, neglected, tormented. On great occasion, the weight of what they endured becomes too great, and no amount of love, support, and counseling makes a difference. I lost a foster sister in such a way. It was so hard, for all of us." She looked over her shoulder forcing a bit more of that gruesome sight on herself before watching where she was going once more.
Indeed, it was only in overcoming that loss that kept Molly from a foolish spiral of what ifs and self recrimination. She'd done that before. Dealt with it, and had grown. "Another cruel lesson on how friends are important, I suppose. I don't recall Lucy ever getting close to anyone. But I'm glad for the likes of you, and Clarice, and Tara. Friends help chase away the shadows."
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[Molly] Everyone Needs a Hugh Now And Again.... (tag Hugh, open)
Date: 2006-05-18 12:44 am (UTC)She turned from the depressing sight, if not totally from such thoughts. "And I don't mean your special blend, either." She winked at him. "I have a nice mint tea already dried and in cloth bags."
She was greatful for the distraction Hugh offered. "I can't understand it, I'm afraid. I suppose under cetain extreme citrcumstances I can. But life is often short enough." For you, and sometimes for the Sidhe as well, she thought morosely. Her sixth Cousin, Donal, had been killed in battle two years ago. He'd been younger than Molly.
Molly walked beside Hugh, keeping to his pace. "I wish I could say I'd never seen it before. My family has a long history of taking in foster children. Usually abused, neglected, tormented. On great occasion, the weight of what they endured becomes too great, and no amount of love, support, and counseling makes a difference. I lost a foster sister in such a way. It was so hard, for all of us." She looked over her shoulder forcing a bit more of that gruesome sight on herself before watching where she was going once more.
Indeed, it was only in overcoming that loss that kept Molly from a foolish spiral of what ifs and self recrimination. She'd done that before. Dealt with it, and had grown. "Another cruel lesson on how friends are important, I suppose. I don't recall Lucy ever getting close to anyone. But I'm glad for the likes of you, and Clarice, and Tara. Friends help chase away the shadows."