Thread: Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - (Quix and Cyanide)

RE Goldilocks And The Three 'Bears' - Quix and Cyanide Goldie's face had gone a bright shade of pink at Jacob's instant verbal attack, shame washing down the strength she had built up on the way there. Was she really ungrateful? Had she not done almost everything he had ever asked? Had she not done her duty as his daughter-- step or not? She was about to sniffle out an apology when Rupert pushed inside. He made the room look smaller, his bulk a massive difference from her weasel like step-father. During the time that Rupert cornered him, she fled to the opposite side of the room nearest the window, her hands clenched at her chest as she watched, half in horror, half in admiration. Then the threats came and she felt fear bubble in her, would he really kill him?! She thought about the kind-hearted man that offered to save her after only knowing her for a few moments-- the same moments she broke into his home and invaded his privacy. Although she knew his heart was good, she didn't know if he truly was violent. The fear had built up and was coming up as a protest before Jacob exploded again. Shouting and swinging his feet and fists, struggling like a child caught by the hand of their father. It was futile and childish and she stumbled back further. Any protests about not hurting him died there. I'm not a possession, she finally squeaked at him, her blue eyes watery. I'll never be yours. Never. Ever. She nodded quickly when Rupert spoke back to her, and she tried to get her hands to stop shaking as she picked up one of the many candles in the room and scurried off toward the back. She could feel Jacob's eyes following her, the anger she felt there made tears threaten her eyes. There was a crash and she turned to see Rupert toss Jacob like he was nothing but a sack of potatoes, and she winced as his back hit the ground. Unexpectedly, she let loose a small laugh at Rupert's antics. Before turning back to the task at hand. Her room in the main house was near the back, the boys would have had no trouble finding her. She wasn't being subtle, or even quiet. She was pulling a trunk out from under a pile of work-clothes when they did come into the room. It was small, made for a child, not a fully grown woman. Other than the pile of dirty work clothes she had had stacked in the corner, the room was spotless. There were few personal belongings there, a dirty old teddy bear and a small jewellery box the only two important items she couldn't leave without. She placed them most gently at the bottom of her trunk, before she began to fill it with folded clothing, her cheeks going pink when she tried to snatch up her undergarments without the boys seeing it-- her step-father had decided if she was going to become his wife, she better have some lacy things to wear for him-- so she stuffed the wad of lace into a corner. Packing as quickly as she can she barely spared the time to glance at the two boys, it wasn't until she closed the trunk with a series of clicks that she finally looked back at them. Only to see her reflection in the vanity mirror behind them. Goldie was filthy, her golden hair tangled, dirt smearing her cheeks and collar. Not to mention her hands. She looked up at Edmund and offered him a weak little smile I might have to take you up on that offer for a bath, if, you know, you're still offering. She looked back down at her toes after back, fighting the flush on her cheeks.