Rive offcom log, post-vision: Daddy Roy.
Ofelia: *Did Ofelia suitably give Roy a heart attack?*
Roy: *Yes. 8<*
Ofelia: *TT TT*
Roy: *He's just gonna find her, set a hand on her shoulder, re-introduce himself, and then hold her awhile if that's ok.*
Roy: Shhh, shhh, it's okay, you're here now.
Ofelia: *CRIES FOREVER*
Roy: *holds forever, strokes hair, soothes, will never let anything hurt you ever* D|
Ofelia: *just hangs onto and hugs*
Roy: *eventually sings softly in Navajo*
Roy: *rocks a bit*
Ofelia: *quieting a bit at the singing, still shivering and crying from it all*
Roy: *it's a sad slow song, the kind to let out the pain, and he'll pet her back and just keep rocking.*
Ofelia: *relaxing against him bit by bit, only shuddering in little jerky twitches now.*
Roy: *lets the song drift away, and pulls her hood up to ward off the rain.*
Ofelia: *sort of laying against him, sniffling a little and trying not to think about what she saw*
Roy: *and after a little longer, standing up and holding her close.* Home, little cub. Can you tell me the way?
Ofelia: *give her a minute, sort of in a one track mindset right now* I-I live with Tifa down the way in the residential district.. *points the way.*
Roy: *slow walk thataway, low murmuring voice* Tifa, Tifa. Long black hair, nice smile. Kind to strangers.
Ofelia: *nodding* Uh-huh. She took me in when I first came here.
Roy: Classy lady. And a good judge of character.
Ofelia: Yes... She takes very good care of us.
Roy: You have no idea how very glad I am to hear that, little cub.
Ofelia: *resting her head on his shoulder* I miss my Mama...
Roy: *curling his arms around her a little, pressing a hug* She must have been so brave, to raise a girl like you.
Ofelia: *sniffing and hugging back* She...She was. She was really beautiful too.
Roy: Tell me about her. *very slow walk.*
Ofelia: She used to be a seamstress and she always made beautiful clothes and dresses... I think...I think she wanted me to have good things she couldn't have when she was little... She'd tell me I read too many fairy stories sometimes, but she liked to listen to them and she would tell me to tell my baby brother stories to calm him while he was inside her...
Roy: Brave, beautiful, skilled, and smart.
Roy: *no wonder you're such a great kid.*
Ofelia: *nodding and feeling a little better than panicing and impossibly sad*
Roy: *resolves to get her nice things at next available occasion.* Your brother must love those stories.
Ofelia: I think he did... He would always calm down when I told them to him.
Roy: *nod nod* My daughter would always calm down when I sang her some of the old songs- even when she was very, very little. Babies can understand. They just can't tell you that yet.
Ofelia: What's your daughter like?
Roy: She's very smart. She likes to laugh, and sing, and she remembers all the songs we know.
Roy: She plays pretend with rope and string and sticks, turns them into magic lassos and longbows. She'll only pick up a doll if it's about to go into battle.
Ofelia: *soft giggle* She sounds amazing... I wish I could meet her.
Roy: Me too- *soft smile* I think you'd like her.
Roy: And I think she'd love you.
Ofelia: *Lifting her head a little to look at him* Really?
Roy: *honest, soft smile. Admiring.* Absolutely.
Ofelia: *hugging, kind of pleased* I'd like her too, I'm sure.
Roy: *hugging back!*
Roy: *Yes. 8<*
Ofelia: *TT TT*
Roy: *He's just gonna find her, set a hand on her shoulder, re-introduce himself, and then hold her awhile if that's ok.*
Roy: Shhh, shhh, it's okay, you're here now.
Ofelia: *CRIES FOREVER*
Roy: *holds forever, strokes hair, soothes, will never let anything hurt you ever* D|
Ofelia: *just hangs onto and hugs*
Roy: *eventually sings softly in Navajo*
Roy: *rocks a bit*
Ofelia: *quieting a bit at the singing, still shivering and crying from it all*
Roy: *it's a sad slow song, the kind to let out the pain, and he'll pet her back and just keep rocking.*
Ofelia: *relaxing against him bit by bit, only shuddering in little jerky twitches now.*
Roy: *lets the song drift away, and pulls her hood up to ward off the rain.*
Ofelia: *sort of laying against him, sniffling a little and trying not to think about what she saw*
Roy: *and after a little longer, standing up and holding her close.* Home, little cub. Can you tell me the way?
Ofelia: *give her a minute, sort of in a one track mindset right now* I-I live with Tifa down the way in the residential district.. *points the way.*
Roy: *slow walk thataway, low murmuring voice* Tifa, Tifa. Long black hair, nice smile. Kind to strangers.
Ofelia: *nodding* Uh-huh. She took me in when I first came here.
Roy: Classy lady. And a good judge of character.
Ofelia: Yes... She takes very good care of us.
Roy: You have no idea how very glad I am to hear that, little cub.
Ofelia: *resting her head on his shoulder* I miss my Mama...
Roy: *curling his arms around her a little, pressing a hug* She must have been so brave, to raise a girl like you.
Ofelia: *sniffing and hugging back* She...She was. She was really beautiful too.
Roy: Tell me about her. *very slow walk.*
Ofelia: She used to be a seamstress and she always made beautiful clothes and dresses... I think...I think she wanted me to have good things she couldn't have when she was little... She'd tell me I read too many fairy stories sometimes, but she liked to listen to them and she would tell me to tell my baby brother stories to calm him while he was inside her...
Roy: Brave, beautiful, skilled, and smart.
Roy: *no wonder you're such a great kid.*
Ofelia: *nodding and feeling a little better than panicing and impossibly sad*
Roy: *resolves to get her nice things at next available occasion.* Your brother must love those stories.
Ofelia: I think he did... He would always calm down when I told them to him.
Roy: *nod nod* My daughter would always calm down when I sang her some of the old songs- even when she was very, very little. Babies can understand. They just can't tell you that yet.
Ofelia: What's your daughter like?
Roy: She's very smart. She likes to laugh, and sing, and she remembers all the songs we know.
Roy: She plays pretend with rope and string and sticks, turns them into magic lassos and longbows. She'll only pick up a doll if it's about to go into battle.
Ofelia: *soft giggle* She sounds amazing... I wish I could meet her.
Roy: Me too- *soft smile* I think you'd like her.
Roy: And I think she'd love you.
Ofelia: *Lifting her head a little to look at him* Really?
Roy: *honest, soft smile. Admiring.* Absolutely.
Ofelia: *hugging, kind of pleased* I'd like her too, I'm sure.
Roy: *hugging back!*