#very happy to see loid sprinted back home to help anya

[prettylittleheartfilia]

someone please get damian out of his parents’ grasp.

I KNEW THERE WAS SOMETHING OFF ABOUT HER

now im worried about yor

but also not because loid said he’d keep an eye on her so if melinda tries to harm her then maybe twiyor scene??? *hint hint* *wink wink*

(yes, normally yor would be perfectly capable of protecting herself, but she’s not the greatest at reading cues so she might not even realize she’s in danger with melinda until it’s too late)

but i’m mostly worried about damian SOMEONE PLEASE GIVE THIS BOY A HUG

now that anya is aware that melinda is not a good mama i wonder what she’s going to do about yor and melinda’s friendship. and, also, what she’s going to do to try and help damian.

he deserves the best parents and the best environment to grow up in. every kid does. so it makes me really sad that neither of his parents care about him. i’m glad he lives in the dorms where he at least has his friends, mr. henderson and mr. green

[yorprincess]

“i was so scared.” — from Anya!!

HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS.

TO THE RESCUER: "I was so scared."

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Yor was going to have to have a very serious talk with Loid about the safety of his daughter when they got home. The little girl had a habit of running off at the oddest times and trouble either found her or she found trouble.

This time, though, it had happened right under Yor's nose.

They had gone to the park that afternoon with Bond under the pretense of both Anya and Bond getting some exercise and meeting some other dogs and their families. Developing relationships with others in the neighborhood would be a great idea and probably would help ease some of the idle talk about the Forgers that her husband was always worried about.

In hindsight, that concern seemed trivial.

There were several small families, kids, and some elder folks in the park, enjoying the nice autumn weather with their canine companions. Anya and Bond were both advised to stay where she could see them both before Yor sent them off to play. She smiled as she watched the two frolic in the grass, chasing and being chased by other dogs and kids, laughing, barking... being happy.

And watching Anya enjoy this peace filled her with contentment. A reminder that this is what she wanted for the girl, just like she had always wanted it for Yuri.

"HEY! STOP RIGHT THERE!" A commanding male voice yelled, drawing the attention of the adults nearby, Yor turned to look with them.

A trio of men in police uniforms was chasing after a fourth man who was sprinting ahead of them. At first glance, she couldn't tell why he was being chased, but considering the police were involved...it probably wasn't good. He was clutching a brown bag to his chest and pushing people out of his way rather than going around them.

Yor moved towards where she had last seen Anya and Bond...only the two weren't there!

Her ruby red eyes widened and searched the area... only to see Anya mounted on Bond like a fluffy horse and charging right for the alleged criminal. "ANYA!" She screamed.

But it was too late.

Whatever her daughter and dog were planning on doing to help... it must have backfired. The man dropped the bag, pulled out a gun, and grabbed the pink-haired girl from the hound, kicking him away, before turning to face the police officers. "One step more," He growled. "And I'll blow her head off."

Yor's heart stopped in her chest, her eyes zeroing in on her daughter and her terrified expression. The gun barrel was pressed a little too hard into her temple.

And she was whimpering.

"Mama!" The soft voice carried over the distance as if all other sounds but Anya's voice had suddenly been cut off.

Yor saw red.

Without her mind's consent, her body surged forward. She became a shadow, a living nightmare, the Thorn Princess out in the sunshine. She didn't carry her stilettos, but that was no matter. Her body was a weapon just as much as the golden thorns she wielded. Before anyone had a chance to react, she was beside the man, launching him away with an unrestrained strike to the side of his head.

"Don't you dare," She growled ferociously. "Touch my daughter!"

Her hands grabbed Anya and held her close, her red eyes turning to look around for any additional threat - be that another criminal or the police officers who stared in open jaw horror (or amazement in one of their cases, though Yor honestly wasn't sure about that).

All was silent for several seconds until Anya cried out again.

"AHHHHH! MAMA! I WAS SO SCARED!"

Everyone began to move after that.

Yor turned her gaze to the little girl, her expression easing from murderous to distressed and finally to comforting. She pressed the girl into her shoulder and rubbed her back. "It's alright, Anya. I'm here. Everything will be alright, you're safe."

The officer in the lead gestured for the two still slack-jawed to apprehend the suspect and there were murmurs all around as conversation started up again in the park. It was only then that Yor realized just what she had done... and how much it would probably impact the Forger name as a result.

"Ma'am," a voice greeted and she looked up to see the third officer before her. He tapped his hat at her and gave her a professional smile and she braced herself for some sort of reprimand.

After all, ordinary civilians didn't get involved in police pursuits.

Anya's fingers curled around the front of her mother's coat, her green eyes wide on the man's face.

"Thank you very much for your assistance in helping apprehend the suspect," he said instead, causing Yor's neck to audibly pop as it shot up to meet his gaze. "Not many people would have done what you did and without you, someone may have gotten hurt."

"I...Um... well..." She began, caught off guard and embarrassed.

"Captain!" One of the other officers' called, drawing the man's attention. "A little help, sir!"

The officer - Captain - let out a soft sigh before turning his attention momentarily towards his subordinates. "Coming!" He turned back to Yor and Anya. "Ma'am, miss. Listen to your mother, little one, and next time run away from the danger, not towards it." he tipped his hat once more after giving Anya a hard look and walked away.

There was a firmness in his voice that denoted authority and hopefully, Anya would heed it.

"We are going to have a serious conversation with your father when he gets home," Yor stated calmly. "You scared me as well. Please..." Her voice broke as she hugged the girl a little closer. "I don't know what I would do if you got hurt, Anya. Please don't run off like that anymore..."