knightinshiningarmour

[At some point during Yule, Bree has a wrapped package on her doorstep, containing a red and black leather jacket and some leather gloves, and a note from Daisy:]

It'll keep you warm, and also, someday I might start a gang, so consider it a potential future uniform. Practice your knife fighting, synchronized snapping, and leaning against a wall looking cool.

xoxo,

Daisy

[Orla goes back and forth on sending this, like, five or six times. Everything in her wants to fight this. Even with Bree, the one person in the multiverse who's safe, her gut still resists vulnerability. There isn't a switch she gets to flip to make it easier.]

Hey. Um.

[Quietly:] Fuck.

God this place sucks, huh?

[Bree was off doing the Bree things she did so well. But she's always got her Tome to hand for exactly this reason.]

Babe? [Bree took herself off to a private area where there wasn't the sound of people around her.] It's the actual worst. Better only for having you in it.

...you okay?

[Softly:] Same.

I'm fine. Well, um, no, but like, nothing...

[A huff.] Um I've just had a really shitty couple of days and I wanted to ask if you...if you, um...

[God damn it just say it you useless lesbian!!!] Could be, like, nice to me tonight?

Not that you're not...I mean, obviously we're both really into me acting like a brat and you putting me in my place. I just need...

[Bree cuts over the top of her. Not to be a dick, but, to finish the sentence she doesn't want to have to say.]...you need to be looked after properly by your Knight. Say no more. I've got it. [Bree was never in the business of making things more difficult than they needed to be, kink-wise.]

I need to ask, because I need to know, is there something serious bothering you beyond the immediate that I need to know about?

[The breath Orla lets out is shaky, but she feels almost pathetically grateful that Bree gets her.]

Not really, just...I mean. Nothing outside the ordinary. Mostly just a lot of little stupid things have been going wrong or irritating me and it. Um, it's been making me miss. People at home. [Declan, she doesn't say. There are few bad days that can't be improved by curling up with a baby on your chest.] So. Yeah, nothing new.

Okay. [It isn't a solution but Bree can absolutely distract her attention from it.] I just needed to check there wasn't something more...insidious going on I didn't know about.

[It hasn't slipped Bree's attention that were time passing as it should, Grape would be born by now and in their arms if all went as Orla said it would.]

Alright, here's what we're going to do. We'll grab a bath together, chill, lock ourselves up in your room, I'll grab something we can eat and you're going to let me spoil you until you can't take it any more. Got it?

[It's not a solution to the big stuff, no, but a distraction and reassurance is all the little stuff really needs, isn't it?]

Okay. That sounds nice, yeah.

Yeah? Good.

[This is all she has to offer, Wife. Punching a fairy wouldn't get them far - as satisfying as it might be.]

I've gotta look after my Best Girl like she deserves.

[Orla exhales a little, audibly. Already she can feel how she just wants to give it up and be good, she can feel the words making her feel safe.]

I love you.

I love you more than you know, 'La.

[Bree is as sincere as she ever is.]

I got a few quick things I need to do but then I'll be back, right?

Okay. I'll be patient.

[There's something a little zen about just waiting, knowing her knight is coming for her. It feels like obedience.]

[On the morning of New Year's Day, a basket containing six fresh sugared raised yeast donuts was delivered to Bree and Orla's door with a tag tied to the basket.]

Many blessings to you this new year.

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