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mamabear-elinor · 18 hours
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"It is not just scary, Merida!" Elinor shouted. "It is dangerous. They won't hurt Hubert. People are looking out for him." Despite everything in the Order, she could say that of them: They looked out for their own. That was why it had lasted so long. Sometimes, when Elinor was feeling particularly lonely or misunderstood, she even missed that community.
Hubert would be fine. Yes, he was going down a path that separated him from the rest of his family, but he was safe. The Order treated the next generation like gold. Even more so now than before, she was sure. Hubert was valuable to them.
These were the things that she told herself at night.
Elinor reached out to grab Merida by the arm, so that they would look at her.
"They will kill you!"
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mamabear-elinor · 2 days
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"No, you are not," Elinor said, immediately and harshly.
She didn't even think about it. The words were out of her mouth before she even realized she was saying them. They came from deep in her gut. The place where her fear lived. The feeling was so fierce that she all at once felt sick. As if dinner had been spoiled.
"I have already lost one child to the Order. I won't lose another. You have no idea what you would be walking into. No, Merida. I forbid it."
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mamabear-elinor · 2 days
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"Well, I know that my boys certainly appreciate you. Harris especially."
Not that Elinor really wanted to admit that her son was in the principle's office so often that he had become intimately acquainted with the receptionist, but--well, there was no point in lying to Roz. She had seen it firsthand. And Harris always mentioned her, saying that she asked after him.
"And I appreciate it too. It is nice to know that there is eyes on them when they are at school and I cannot be there." She smiled at her friend.
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mamabear-elinor · 4 days
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Elinor frowned a little as she glanced at the aforementioned desk.
"There must be a way to rearrange the rooms so no one is shoved into a corner," she declared.
That had been much of her job at Cawdor. Finding a place for everything and everyone one. Her eyes scanned around the room with a frown. She was thinking, as she looked, it was silly to think an owl needed a desk.
"Perhaps if we move the conference table or purchase a smaller one?"
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mamabear-elinor · 5 days
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"And--your point is?"
Elinor had stopped cleaning the dishes now. The water sat still except for the drip from her gloves and the plate she was holding. She felt anything but still, however. She felt her hands begin to shake. Her whole body wanted to tremble, but she wasn't going to let it. She took a few deep breaths.
She knew what Merida was trying to say. She wasn't stupid. Elinor had sat in on enough of Fergus' Order meetings to develop at least a small mind for strategy, even if Fergus didn't like her interrupting and only took her input in private.
If Hubert was with Armstrong, they could be in hiding in Sizergh.
They could find him.
So, why did she feel so ill all of the sudden? Why did the idea make her angry? Make her terrified? She wanted Hubert back more than anything, but the look on his face the night his father had died still haunted her dreams.
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mamabear-elinor · 5 days
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"Well, you can get better," Elinor told him.
She was always telling Fergus that too. Actually, begging him. To talk about his feelings. Tell her how he felt. He did, sometimes, but only once things had already reached a breaking point. Sometimes, she felt like she never even knew her husband. They had been married nearly 30 years but--
She shouldn't be projecting. Of course not. But, there wasn't anything wrong with a bit of advice. He had been honest with her so far, it didn't seem out of line.
"But, I wish you luck. You will have to let me know how it goes, I am invested now, hm?"
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mamabear-elinor · 6 days
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Elinor did eye Merida's drying technique, and was about to say something.
Honestly, Merida, if you are going to offer to help, do it properly or do not help at all.
Which was not a criticism, in her mind, so much as pointing out the obvious. Helping without doing it right barely was helping at all. It only created more work. And it wasn't like she had told Merida to do this, Merida had offered.
But, before she could say this, Merida spoke up.
Elinor frowned at once and looked back at the dishes. Of course she knew about the Order trials. They had been all over the news and she had followed it all closely. Looking for any mention of Hubert. Or of Fergus (even if that was fruitless, she knew.)
"Yes," she said, more sharply than really was intended. She scrubbed a little harder. There was something stuck on the plate. "What about them?"
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mamabear-elinor · 8 days
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"So, uhm, how does all of this work? Any advice?" Elinor asked as she settled into her new desk.
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(Which, apparently, was Simba's old desk. In which he had left several untidy drawers full of papers...and a very large rubber band ball that Elinor had promptly thrown away upon discovery.)
Elinor was still getting used to being a working woman at InterPride and now--she was taking on a whole new role. It was starting to feel, just a little, overwhelming.
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mamabear-elinor · 8 days
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Elinor pursed her lips and then shook her head. She was also rather good at names and faces. Being the leader in a community meant that having that skill was very desirable. She didn't remember every single person, hence not really remembering all the million people she'd been introduced to at InterPride so far, but she was good at names.
And she didn't recognize any of the people that Roz said.
"Hm, no! But I'll make sure to keep an eye out for them and say hello for you if you'd like." She gave Roz a smile. "It's a big place, I'm always surprised when I go in, but I'm starting to get used to it." She'd never imagined herself working somewhere like InterPride, but she didn't hate it. In fact, as of right now, she was quite pleased.
"I think it's lovely, by the way, that you remember your old students. I am sure they really appreciate it and remember you too."
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mamabear-elinor · 8 days
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"Do I want help?" Elinor repeated, eyebrows ticking up. Her scrubbing of one of the dishes stopped as she turned to look at Merida.
Merida never asked to help with the dishes. Instead, it was usually a battle to get any help with the chores at all. Back home, at Cawdor, it was always Merida duty to help with the dishes. Then, not matter how much they bitched and moaned about how it wasn't fair the boys got to go off and play, Elinor made them help. (Well, on nights, anyway, when the chef wasn't cooking.)
But, since coming here, Elinor had mostly given up. Not all the way, of course, she still forced Merida to help with the chores. And the boys too (though, less so, and even less once Harris' secret had been revealed, that relationship suddenly feeling tenuous.) But it was not as structured as at Cawdor. Partially just because Fergus was not there to back Elinor up. (The children had always listened to him.)
Merida had taken this and ran with it. They didn't offer to help.
Elinor eyed Merida for a moment, lips pursed. "You can dry."
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mamabear-elinor · 10 days
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Elinor was not surprised to hear Roz knew people who worked there. That was why she had asked, after all. The chances were high that there was some crossover.
"I haven't met anyone in accounting yet, that is above my pay grade." She only put proposals and inspections together. She didn't handle the budgeting. Though...maybe one day, that would be possible for her. That was the thing about her job--
There was possibility.
"I did meet some of the Magick Sensitivity department, of course." InterPride had a...robust (and perhaps, overzealous, if you asked Elinor) Magick sensitivity training that new employees--both Magick and Mundus had to participate in. Her first three days at work had been in a cohort of new hires who had to take the course, developed internally and...extremely long.
"While I was doing the introductory course, but I cannot say I remember many names. It was a very intense few days, I met a lot of people. Who are they? Perhaps I'll recognize the name."
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mamabear-elinor · 10 days
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"I see," Elinor said in a measured tone (though, there was a bit of amusement behind it.)
She had not known Flynn for very long, but he had not seemed like the kind of person who asked someone to be their girlfriend. Maybe she was wrong, but even his comment before had pointed in that direction. Which meant that this girl must really be special to him.
How lovely, Elinor thought.
It, somehow, also made her feel very lonely. Thinking about how that time was gone for her. Of blushing and flirting and wondering who she was going to spend her life with.
"Well, I hope everything goes well for you then," she said, and she did mean it genuinely. "I don't see why it wouldn't, if you are honest about how you feel."
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mamabear-elinor · 12 days
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"InterPride is--not what I expect," Elinor said with a little laugh.
She had always imagined a large office functioning with military precision. Everyone at their stations, everyone knowing their role. She imagined it worked like a machine, all the cogs turning at once. Everyone professional, every conversation necessary and related to work. She wasn't sure why she thought that way. Maybe just because it had always seemed so confining and Elinor's spirit railed against things like corporate structure.
But that wasn't the case at all.
They had casual Fridays. Her boss stopped by her cubicle to chat in the mornings, asking after her children and making sure she was settling in alright. Simba, one of the Board Members and former CEO, roved the halls sometimes--not looking for people not doing their jobs, but for pleasant conversation.
She was...making friends, she thought. Even if they didn't ask her out after work.
"Oh, everyone is wonderful. Of course, I am still getting to know people, it is such a large place. Everyone is very friendly, though. Do you know anyone who works there?"
It seemed everyone did and Roz had lived in Swynlake for many decades.
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mamabear-elinor · 13 days
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The Sowing and the Reaping: Part Two: Sweetest Dreams -> [Self-para]
[cw: blood]
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December 14, 1998
“Elinor! Ah, lass, there you are.” 
Elinor rolled over, blinking blearily up at Fergus, who was standing at the door. For a moment, she just smiled at him. He stepped further into the room with one of his eyebrows raised.
“I was wondering where you’d got off to.” The mattress concaved as Fergus sat down. 
“It hasn’t been too long has it?” Elinor asked, rubbing the heel of her palm into her eyes. 
Fergus chuckled, the kind of chuckle that made his blue eyes twinkle. But, Elinor realized she couldn’t see the blue of them. It was dusky in the room, shadows long. His hand reached out to rest on her hip, then behind her back. 
“It is dinnertime.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead then frowned a little. He put his big hand on her head, smoothing some of her hair. “You’re warm. You’re not gettin’ sick, are ya? Cannae be getting sick before the holidays.”
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mamabear-elinor · 13 days
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Elinor pursed her lips slightly. Hera had a point. Her curse had rarely triggered. Now that she thought about it, the only people who had been able to make it happen were her children. She wasn't sure what to make of that. Something like shame burned in her chest for just a moment but she pushed it away. She wasn't the only mother whose children got under her skin more than anyone else.
"I appreciate the vote of confidence," she said, somewhat wryly. "It is still rather a concern, but...if people are not so bothered by it and vote me in, then it is what it is."
She just didn't want people prodding her and asking questions about it. That would certainly set it off, if only because Elinor would be so flustered and irritated by someone nosing about her personal life.
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mamabear-elinor · 14 days
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Walked her dog? Well, Elinor figured that made far more sense than making perfect strangers her children. At least they had known each other just a bit before...and, apparently, they were compatible. Else wise, they wouldn't be going on a date now, would they? How odd.
Her eyebrows raised at his candidness, not used to being part of such talk. Of course, she had heard it before and she wasn't a prude necessarily, but the Order men were gentlemen and even when they talked about such things around women, they didn't say it to them.
"Yes, I suppose she probably appreciates that," Elinor said, somewhat wryly. "So, I am assume, then that by taking her out instead, you are interested in her?"
It was probably none of her business but...she was nosy. And curious about Flynn, in ways that were difficult to explain and that she didn't want to think about too deeply, or else she might feel a bit more complicated about the whole thing.
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mamabear-elinor · 15 days
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Honestly?
It wasn't about doing good for Elinor.
That was probably a horrible thing to say. And Elinor was glad to be doing good for people. But, that wasn't why she had chosen this job. She had chosen it because she got to choose it. This was something she had decided for herself. Had gotten on her own merit. And she had always loved architecture and she did feel passionate about preserving cultural heritage.
(Whether it was Magick or not was irrelevant to her, to be honest.)
Still, she smiled. "Yes, it is nice. I am glad that I can finally put my degree to more use. I have a bachelor's in Art History," she explained proudly. Maybe it wasn't much to brag about, but there were many Order women who couldn't say such things.
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