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prompt five | E N D I N G S dressing-room style. start your own thread. tag others. wash, rinse, repeat. open to all.

 

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[hardship]

[ Phillipa knows quite a lot about unstable minds, having been plagued with her own problems for most of her life. During her father's absence she had grown in ways that no child her age should rightfully have to. And by the time he'd made his way back to stateside, there were somethings that had already set themselves into the foundation of her burgeoning self. A sleeplessness that could never be shirked, a kind of mental restlessness that bordered on paranoia. And then, of course, the Shade — not one of dreams, but one that haunted Phillipa's waking life. Haunted her the way that Francis had been haunted (was still haunted, or at least that's what the doctors told her). ]

And did Arthur have anything else to say about it? [ Everyone did. One way or another.

Phillipa gives baby Francis another little bounce and he yawns gawpishly before shoving his fist into his mouth and dozing off again. There's a tiny mark on his cheek, the side of a toddler's thumbprint. Not entirely unlike the mark daddy Francis has on his own face. (That's where God touched you before you were born, she tells him. You were so special, he wanted everyone to see he made this miracle all by himself.)

It takes Phillipa a moment to process the possibility of the estate, of traveling with the baby. ] So soon—?

[signatures]

[ Eames' brows quirk sharply at that. Everyone has their opinions of it, certainly, because so many people simply wish for different situations, what they perceive to be in any case. Even Eames is guilty of this. But Arthur, at least in his unshamed opinion, seems like one of the remaining few with unwavering patience on the issue - Phillipa's happiness, first and foremost, before anyone else's thoughts on the way she was (and is, a different degree entirely compared to just holding on to a man who's been incarcerated) living her life. He supposes it's in some different measures hypocritical - but whether or not Francis is actually a criminal, a murderer, is very much secondary to Eames; it's the baggage that is attached to everything else around the man himself.

It's just not healthy to raise a family around, he considers, but what does he know? He's not the one with children. ] He sends his regards and wanted to say he regretted not being able to put together that portfolio of lawyers for him ahead of time for you, what with us being stuck in Vietnam.

[ The appeals, he knows, were a long process in that itself. Eames moves his fingers from the babe's heads to his pudgy little wrist, close to Phillipa's own neck. ]

We can accomodate private transportation for you if you're worried about him catching something from a public flight.