Baht Oyunu, Episode 1

baht oyunu, episode 1

Ofelia by Ernest Hébert, c. 1910 (details)

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「 thefamousmissduck​ 」

Daisy had ventured out with the first wave of onlookers, taking the long ways through the town to make sure the monsters were truly gone. It had been an excruciating few weeks that had forced her out of her house more than she liked. She had made the decision to open up her home and shop to those on the main street as the monsters landed, as people scrambled to try and reach their cars. She had not had the food to feed them, or enough pillows, or blankets, but she had yelled at them to get their asses inside and worried about the consequences after. She had left to find food and supplies, had done a thoroughly amateur job of boarding up her windows, had gone for medicine in an empty pharmacy like the world was ending… and everything without fail she searched for him.

Was he here?

Was he fighting these things?

There was no time to deal with her very real fears until everything had ended, her space was emptied and desperate for cleaning, and all was left to determine the damage.

Her flower boxes were ruined, nothing left but soil scattered over the asphalt and a spattering of petals. The daisies were symbolic. She was Daisy, the store was Daisy, she had raised these from seed and been taught to replant using the previous year’s as the mother. These were her babies and they had been completely destroyed. The wood crumpled under her hands where they rested and she cursed out loud at just another thing that now needed to be fixed.

She took a deep breath.

First things first, she needed the boards down from her windows. Just as she been the one to put them up, Daisy would be the one to take them down, going around into the alley and to her supply shed for a ladder and hammer. At least they were still in one piece.

The bottom two rows were easy enough, but even with her chunky heels removed, the ladder wobbled beneath her as she climbed. With a sigh, she looked around, waiting without a lock of patience for someone to round the corner. “Hey! Come hold this ladder for me. Please!”

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          IT WAS TIMES LIKE THIS THAT MADE AURORA MISS HOME .  her  other  home ,  the  cottage  in  the  glen ,  where  safety  was  assured  and  the  biggest  troubles  she  faced  were  not  having  picked  up  enough  berries  to  decorate  a  cake ,  or  perhaps  a  silly  argument  between  aunt  flora  &  aunt  merryweather .  either  of  those  two  options  would  have  been  so  much  better  than  the  tragedy  that’d  befallen  so  many  lives  recently ;  a  tragedy  she  blamed  herself  though ,  though  aurora  knew  she  wasn’t  the  only  reason .  there  was  more  to  all  this .

            the  mere  thought  that  maleficent  might  be  behind  such  terrible  things ,  that  she  had  an  alliance  with  hades  who ,  according  to  the  blonde ,  wasn’t   that  bad   of  a  person ,  made  her  stomach  stir .  this  was  all  wrong ,  and  the  worst  thing  was  that  there  was  nothing  she  could  do .  it  was  pathetic ,  how  utterly  useless  aurora  felt  ---  until  now .

                a  voice  snapped  the  princess  out  of  her  grim  thoughts ,  arms  wrapped  around  her  delicate  frame  as  she  turned  to  the  woman .   ❝  w - what ?   oh ,  oh !   right ,  of  course ,  ❞  quickly ,  she  rushed  to  assist  the  other ,  both  hands  helping  stabilize  the  ladder  in  place .  she  couldn’t  do  much  just  yet ,  but  she  could  assist  people  who  needed  help  returning  to  their  day  to  day  lives .

               after  a  moment  or  so ,  she  spoke  up .  ❝  are  you  alright ,  ma’am ?  i  mean ,  as  alright  as  any  of  us  can  be  after ...  ❞  the  princess  trails  off ,  glancing  away  as  if  to  pull  herself  together .  ❝  i  hope  nothing  bad  has  happened  to  your  loved  ones .  ❞

Sophia Loren, “Ieri, oggi, domani” (Vittorio De Sica, 1963).

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         SHE WASN’T ALWAYS THIS QUIET ,  especially  around  him .  most  of  the  time ,  aurora  was  nothing  but  smiles  &  sunshine  around  her  beloved  husband ,  yet  she  didn’t  know  how  else  to  act  at  a  time  like  this .  to  force  the  joy  she  couldn’t  find  in  her  heart  would  be  the  same ;  it  would  be  a  lie ,  and  she’d  never  lie  to  him .  not  if  her  life  depended  on  it .

           as  she  gave  his  hand  a  small ,  gentle  squeeze ,  the  princess  lightly  kicked  a  small  pebble  that  lied  in  her  way  as  they  walked .  it  was  probably  a  piece  of  the  rubble  surrounding  ever  corner  of  elias  these  days .  ❝  there’s  something  i  need  to  ask  of  you ,  mon  coeur .  ❞  she  began ,  brows  furrowing  together  as  the  blonde  searched  for  the  right  words  to  say .  auora  knew  it  was  a  tall  favor  to  ask ,  by  who  else  could  she   trust  with  this ?   ❝  you  can  fight ,  can’t  you ?  i ...  i  need  you  to  teach  me ,  ❞   her  voice  was  calm ,  gentle ,  yet  there  was  a  clear  touch  of  determination  in  it .  maybe  even  a  little  bit  of  desperation ,  too .  ❝  i  know  the  circumstances  are  less  than  ideal ,  but  i  learn  fast  and  i’ll  practice  every  day !  ❞