Post by Brooklyn on Aug 27, 2018 2:44:05 GMT
He could hear the sobbing before he could see her. Soft at first, but steadily growing Dean entered the kitchen to find Brooklyn crouched in the corner near the stove. She was shaking, her head buried in her arms. As he approached she looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy. Kneeling down, he placed a hand on her arm, smoothing the soft skin with his fingers while trying to soothe her. The words seemed to escape him for the moment as he looked down at this small creature in front of him.
When Brooklyn first came to the compound she had been this scared little thing; jumping at every noise. It had taken her weeks to build the courage to join them for a meal. More weeks still before she was comfortable enough to start attending meetings with the rest of the Pack. Truth be told, Dean was certain that Brooklyn still wasn't totally comfortable around Rowan. He saw the way she looked at her; the love and admiration on her face. Brook had placed Rowan on a pedestal so high, she'd never be able to reach her.
Brooklyn had never been like him, like the others. They'd been hand picked, chosen, whereas she'd sought them out. It was hard to imagine their little family without her after so long. She'd grown so much over the last year, but now ... now she sat, huddled in on herself weeping away from the world. In the place she felt the most comfortable; their kitchen.
Dean reached forward, cupping Brooklyn's chin in his hand and slowly lifting her face to meet his. She sniffled, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gazed into his eyes and found the courage to say the words that she'd been too afraid to say for too long now.
"D...Dean, I'm scared ... I don't think I can do this. She ... she's angry, so, so, angry - and she wants a war. I...I have to, she wants me to ... Dean ..."
He clutched her by the back of her head and pulled her into a hug. She felt safe there, in his arms, but she knew that there was only so long that she could stay there before the world ... before the Morrighan called her back. Brooklyn took a deep breath, as though trying to inhale a bit of Dean's courage. It wouldn't work, but at least it allowed her the chance to feel whole for a short while longer.
"Dean?" she said, pulling her head off his shoulder and looking him in the eyes once more, "war is coming ..."
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"Hullo, Vivienne" she purred, "fancy seeing you here." Brooklyn dragged a hand through her hair, her fingers tracing their way along her cheek and down to her chin. "Seems like you've decided to try your hand against the Little Bad Wolf; decided to step up where all others have failed. What sets you apart from the rest of the herd, Vivienne? What makes you think that you could possibly succeed where women like Dawn and Astrid have failed?
I was sent the best that IWF had to offer; and I broke them. I've broken all comers, made liars of the braggarts, humbled the heroes.
but you've gone and decided that you would up and do what nobody has been able to do before? Viv, I always thought you had a good head on your shoulders but that's lunacy. I've stayed out of your hair because of some far flung notion that the two of us, we could have been friends in another life - hell, we could have at least been acquaintances in this one if it weren't for the way you look at my family.
See, where you see monsters I see brothers and sisters. What you call cruel, I call a means to an end. From day one, the Pack has always looked out for themselves. When other groups were emerging and threatening to burn this company to the ground we were here to stop them. Have we always played by the rules? No. But what we sometimes lack in tact, we make up for in heart.
They taught me that I can achieve anything if I work hard enough; they pushed me, harder than I've ever been pushed before, and here I stand today ... IWF Woman's World Champion.
I have accomplished what no one thought possible; and I continue to prove the doubters wrong match after match. I've never backed down from a fight, never backed down from an opponent, and refused to shrink to a challenge - especially when this title is on the line. I've proved myself better than them all ... better than Dawn, better than Charity, better than Astrid, and Shea, and every other woman in that locker room.
This week, Vivienne, I add your name to that list.
The storm is coming, Viv; hug your loved ones, and cherish the breaths you still have left."
When Brooklyn first came to the compound she had been this scared little thing; jumping at every noise. It had taken her weeks to build the courage to join them for a meal. More weeks still before she was comfortable enough to start attending meetings with the rest of the Pack. Truth be told, Dean was certain that Brooklyn still wasn't totally comfortable around Rowan. He saw the way she looked at her; the love and admiration on her face. Brook had placed Rowan on a pedestal so high, she'd never be able to reach her.
Brooklyn had never been like him, like the others. They'd been hand picked, chosen, whereas she'd sought them out. It was hard to imagine their little family without her after so long. She'd grown so much over the last year, but now ... now she sat, huddled in on herself weeping away from the world. In the place she felt the most comfortable; their kitchen.
Dean reached forward, cupping Brooklyn's chin in his hand and slowly lifting her face to meet his. She sniffled, tears streaming down her cheeks as she gazed into his eyes and found the courage to say the words that she'd been too afraid to say for too long now.
"D...Dean, I'm scared ... I don't think I can do this. She ... she's angry, so, so, angry - and she wants a war. I...I have to, she wants me to ... Dean ..."
He clutched her by the back of her head and pulled her into a hug. She felt safe there, in his arms, but she knew that there was only so long that she could stay there before the world ... before the Morrighan called her back. Brooklyn took a deep breath, as though trying to inhale a bit of Dean's courage. It wouldn't work, but at least it allowed her the chance to feel whole for a short while longer.
"Dean?" she said, pulling her head off his shoulder and looking him in the eyes once more, "war is coming ..."
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"Hullo, Vivienne" she purred, "fancy seeing you here." Brooklyn dragged a hand through her hair, her fingers tracing their way along her cheek and down to her chin. "Seems like you've decided to try your hand against the Little Bad Wolf; decided to step up where all others have failed. What sets you apart from the rest of the herd, Vivienne? What makes you think that you could possibly succeed where women like Dawn and Astrid have failed?
I was sent the best that IWF had to offer; and I broke them. I've broken all comers, made liars of the braggarts, humbled the heroes.
but you've gone and decided that you would up and do what nobody has been able to do before? Viv, I always thought you had a good head on your shoulders but that's lunacy. I've stayed out of your hair because of some far flung notion that the two of us, we could have been friends in another life - hell, we could have at least been acquaintances in this one if it weren't for the way you look at my family.
See, where you see monsters I see brothers and sisters. What you call cruel, I call a means to an end. From day one, the Pack has always looked out for themselves. When other groups were emerging and threatening to burn this company to the ground we were here to stop them. Have we always played by the rules? No. But what we sometimes lack in tact, we make up for in heart.
They taught me that I can achieve anything if I work hard enough; they pushed me, harder than I've ever been pushed before, and here I stand today ... IWF Woman's World Champion.
I have accomplished what no one thought possible; and I continue to prove the doubters wrong match after match. I've never backed down from a fight, never backed down from an opponent, and refused to shrink to a challenge - especially when this title is on the line. I've proved myself better than them all ... better than Dawn, better than Charity, better than Astrid, and Shea, and every other woman in that locker room.
This week, Vivienne, I add your name to that list.
The storm is coming, Viv; hug your loved ones, and cherish the breaths you still have left."
Well howdy there pardner.