Event; Don't you ever tame your demons but always keep them on a leash

[articulatings]

WHO: Boyd Crowder and Peggy Carter
WHERE: middle of one of the paths
WHEN: October 28th
OPEN TO: Everyone!
WARNINGS: Animal death, TDB
STATUS: Open

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He takes solace in a few things and a few people while in this place. One of which was far more reliable than anything he's found yet--and that would be morning walks with Peggy Carter. Before the rattle of the kitchen, full with people, gets too loud. It's a quiet, sleepy morning and he can pretend it's a little warmer and Peggy is Ava Crowder instead.

That's not fair to Peggy and he knows it, and that's exactly why he never voices the thought--instead, he offers his arm and they make small talk. Boyd with his words and Peggy with her polished, refined British accent--something Boyd's sure he could get used to hearing all day. It's a pleasant sound, and never leaves his ears ringing. Or maybe that's because he enjoys the other's company so much, it's difficult to tell.

One thing is certain--it's fucking cold. He's used to the fact that this isn't Harlan, even if the morning fog and mist makes him think it is for a few moments. He's homesick, truth be told, and he'll never let anyone know it. Even if he has a feeling Peggy's picked up on that. She's extremely clever.

"Can't say I'm going to enjoy the snow, though I am pleased you indulged my offer on a walk this morning, no matter the temperature," he says by way of proper small talk and is about to say something else when he crooks his head to the side and his brow knits. There, on a path, an animal. A sheep, more accurately--lying on the ground. It would be less alarming if it weren't for the way it's been absolutely eviscerated, and Boyd is fairly certain even at this distance he can see intestines.

He'd cover Peggy's eyes if he wasn't sure she'd seen worse. Instead, he glances over at her, raises his brows, and lifts his fingers to his lips to whistle as loud as he can, the piercing sound echoing as it bounces off of nearby buildings.

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[thekittenqueen]

She had heard Thorfinn's voice, but hadn't registered it during the argument. It was only when she was getting to her feet that she remembered that her friend had tried to keep her temper under control. Much to her regret and humiliation, she wasn't able to restrain herself as she normally did.

Her eyes flicked towards Thorfinn, giving him an apologetic look before turning her focus back to the commotion.

[seekingvinland]

When he saw her eyes connect with his. He remained momentarily still before moving forward to her. A lady like her wasn't made for brawling. He should have offered to teach her to defend herself. He stepped forward looking over her face a moment before speaking. "I wont ask if you are okay." Even a blind man could see she was not.

"Would you like me to walk you home?" He offered, though there was a sadness in his eyes that even he could not mask.

[thekittenqueen]

She wasn't all right, but it did no good to draw attention to it. What happened was due to her own actions and words. It didn't escape her notice that she had hurt Thorfinn as well. She couldn't be certain how she managed, but considering all she did, it wasn't a shock.

"No," she said, flinching as her head throbbed once more. "I can manage on my own. Thank you."

[seekingvinland]

"You are welcome. The pain will ease with cold. If you find a cloth dip it in the river and hold it where it hurts." He spoke as he looked to her, watching her, he was sure she was in pain.

He looked back to Bushy a moment then back to her again. Unsure what to say that wouldn't just be explaining he can prove that woman didn't do this. None of the usable meat or pelt were taken. Instead he shakes his head some. Even if her words had hurt, she was still one of his better friends here and he was concerned. "If you change your mind, I will be here. Until they figure out what did this."

[thekittenqueen]

Deep down, she knew that Ygritte hadn't done this. In her anger and hysteria, she had sought a convenient target, and what she knew about the Wildlings had provided that in Ygritte. Once she was able to calm down and rest, she knew that she'd regret her words and actions. For now, she was still irritated and in pain. She wanted to do nothing more than return to her room and rest. Bushy's remains would be left to the others. She was too heartsick to even consider it anymore.

"Thank you," she said again softly. Slowly, she walked down the path back towards her home, ready to bury herself in sleep and the void of dreams.