74 Godiva Street, Saturday Morning

[fjordicswagger]

Tamsin's morning ritual was more or less set in stone: she rolled out of bed, she stumbled downstairs, she put some food in her mouth, then she headed back upstairs to find less comfortable but more flattering clothes. This ritual proceeded more or less apace, as she squinted in the mirror once, yanked on a t-shirt, and then headed downstairs.

... where she found a blonde teenager waiting for her.

"How did you get in my house?" Tamsin said sharply.

The girl shrugged. "It's not locked," she said.

"Please tell me we're not having a weekend," Tamsin said. "We just had a weekend recently."

"It was prom yesterday," the girl pointed out. Her eyes were a little big. Or maybe she was just doing that on purpose. "I'm Dagny."

"I'm going back to bed," Tamsin announced.

[[ open! but slowish. it has been a looong day. ]]

Comments

[fjordicswagger]

Hey, now, dying of babies was something that still happened on the regular. Just not as a genetic and inescapable part of the species. Because that was stupid.

And ergo not how this Tamsin was wired, thank you.

"No, seriously," she said, "That's dumb. But I guess I shouldn't be surprised."

[theironvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

"It's not dumb," she muttered mulishly. "Agent Morse promised to show me how to use escrima sticks next week."

[fjordicswagger]

"Non-lethal combat training?" Tamsin said, sounding a little sympathetic this time. "Boring."

[theironvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

"You think so?" Because she wasn't a Stark if she didn't have anxiety about living up to the expectations of a parent.

[fjordicswagger]

"I mean, it's necessary," Tamsin said, shrugging. "But it's not the fun part." Beat. "Anyone ever teach you how to work with throwing daggers?"

Tamsin, no. This was not the appropriate way to bond with your child.

[theironvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

YES IT WAS.

"You could show me!" Before her father found out and made high pitched noises of horror at them.

[fjordicswagger]

Tamsin shot Dagny a look.

Dagny returned the look with teenage sullenness.

"You stay here," she said, "We're only going around the block."

[theironvalkyrie.livejournal.com]

"Yes!" Ylva cheered, pumping fist in the air.

She was going to end up a bad ass like Brunnhilde or Sif now.