iii ❧ voice/action;

[k0kka.livejournal.com]

I heard him this morning. [A soft voice, full of reverence and close to tears.] Thought I was fucking dreaming, but he didn't stop his squawking until I was sure. [She gives one of those humorless laughs that's people give when they're trying not cry, breathless and embarrassed.] Shit. Am I grown woman, or what, I can handle being by myself. [Her breath hitches, there go the waterworks.] Shit. I missed his voice. I missed all their voices.

[Paderau's current crying location is this small altar she built in the woods, for those more inclined to action.]

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[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ Tip-toeing little Birdie rocks back and forth on her heels, twiddling fingers in front of her. She frowns, and pouts and even makes a little noise, not sure what to do. She can feel Paderau's sadness and it's strange to her, because the warden is always cheerful and wonderful and warm and now she's sad and she took care of Birdie and the baby phoenix wants to help.

So she tip-toes next to Paddy and holds her hand with both of hers, leaning her face against her shoulder. She wants to sing for her, but doesn't know if it will upset her. She hopes not, but she looks up with her big and questioning gold eyes, wondering if it's okay.


P. S.: THANKS FOR TAKING CARE OF HER ]

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[k0kka.livejournal.com]

Oh, baby bird.



Jast says hi.

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ Birdie makes an uneasy small noise of sadness and wraps her arms around Paderau's waist, leaning her warm face on her chest. The mention of Jast, however, does make her big gold eyes sparkle and she looks up with a little smile. ]

Does he, yes? [ She squeezes her arms faintly. ] Do you miss him too, you do, don't you, Paddy, yes?

[k0kka.livejournal.com]

Yep, I heard him just this morning. And I didn't miss the little sprat until I couldn't hear him. You know he's got a beautiful voice. Makes everything calm. Makes everything make sense.

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ She can feel that. Well, not exactly that, but the general feeling of it. It's in her emphatic nature. So Birdie looks up without leaving the warm spot of Paderau's chest. ]

Do you want me to sing for you too, do you?

[k0kka.livejournal.com]

I always wanna hear you sing, beautiful.

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ Ah, that makes the vain little bird feel a little better, but she can still feel something unwarm about Paddy and she wants to warm it again. So she squeezes in another hug and hums a little song, closing her eyes as she leans her cheek against the taller woman's chest. ]

[k0kka.livejournal.com]

You been keeping yourself out of trouble, girl?

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ There's a pause, a moment of serious thinking. Then she smiles, laughs a little bit: ] A bit - you are trouble, yes. [ A joke? Oh, my, Birdie's learning. From you, Paddy. ]

[k0kka.livejournal.com]

All kinds of trouble.

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ In words, Birdie's reaction would be something kind of like this:

AKLDJSGHJSssajkhshjasknbajbdmn,nd,mliguyfhdjs

Because, boy, she's ticklish! She laughs and squeals and giggles and squirms all over, trying to get away from those tickling fingers. ]

No, no, haha! Paddy, Paddy! [ She squeals and tucks her chin to her chest, shrugging her shoulders. ]

[k0kka.livejournal.com]

See what I mean?

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ She's laughing and half holding on to Paderau, giggling about from the tickles and panting a little. ]

I see, yes.

[k0kka.livejournal.com]

My trouble-making aside, we got a first hand peak at how nasty this place can get.



We both gotta stay on our toes.

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ She leans against Paddy, making a small noise, uncomfortable of the idea of seeing her again like she had, of being enveloped in so much cold. ]

Yes, on our toes. [ She kind of flops against the warden, knitting her eyebrows in distress. ]

[k0kka.livejournal.com]

Tsk tsk tsk.

Don't even worry about it, Birdie, we'll both be more careful.