An Ordinary World

There had been a time, when they were younger, that she had seen him so distraught. She couldn't remember the reason why any more, only that it had probably been something about a girl, or their father yelling at him for something. But she knew that look, knew that something was going on inside that large brain of his. Come on, I'll make you a night cap and then you are going to sit down with me and let me pet your hair and I'll either let you talk about what you need to, or if you need it, I will prattle on about the most inane things to try and get your brain to stop.

Of course she had no plans of giving him alcohol. That was the last thing he needed at the moment, not with an empty house and a spousal fight. She hadn't been home when it had happened, thankfully, she would have been a problem in that moment, the moment yelling had been heard. But she knew her brother, she had known him his whole life. She knew better than to think what he stood accused of was factual, and she was sure that Maeve would come to that same reasoning as soon as tempers calmed.

Her brother was the most faithful person she knew. He had stood by all of them, for years, unwavering. Even drunk, even drugged, he would not have done what it had looked like. She was absolutely certain of that.

So she gently took his hand, pulling it out of his hair, and slotted her fingers through his, and started to tug him towards the kitchens, if he would let her. Some warm milk and honey in tea would do him good, and it would do her good too. Come on Luce. You run your hand through your hair like that much more and you'll be bald before you know it.

@Lucien Beauvais