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Georgia | Late March

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Georgia's grief was as violent as it was brief. Cradled by her husband and safely hidden away from night’s darkness, she allowed herself to weep and wail for the child she'd been carrying under her heart for so long, only to be denied to welcome her into the world at the very end. She cried in Remy’s arms until exhaustion lulled her to sleep; and that was the only moment of weakness she granted herself. As soon as she woke on the following day, she strapped on her usual resolve, squared her shoulders and began taking matters into her own hands. By seven, she’d made breakfast, woke up Perine, sorted out their clothes for the day - and as she ran out of things to do, she settled for a thorough rearrangement of the entire kitchen.

When Remy was done showering and shuffled into the kitchen, a sortiment of pots and pans was strewn around the room. He was confused. “What are you doing?” he said.

Georgia paused, and propped herself up on the next best counter. She composed herself for the slightest of moments, then finally dared to look at him. “We need to tell them,” she said, avoiding his question.

Remy ran a hand through his damp hair. “I know,” he murmured, “but I don’t know…”

“Of course not -!” Georgia snapped. “You never do! You never make up your mind, you avoid the girls’ questions… you can’t even decide on what kinda’ funeral you want --”

Remy choked on a response. Every single word hit home... and she knew it. He wanted to say something, wanted to explain, to defend himself - but the sound of a door being opened and closed somewhere in the flat was beating him to it. He glanced to the clock; it was ten past seven. Another door was slammed, a squeal. Then a giggle.

“What are they doing,” Remy joked half-heartedly and gestured into the direction of the noise, as if she hadn’t said anything.

Georgia wasn’t amused. Shaking her head, she left to look after the children and to get her youngest dressed. Halfway out of the door, she stopped to cast her husband a warning glance. “I’ll tell them,” she said resolutely. “You can help or you can let it be.” Then she was gone.

Remy looked miserable.

Even Perine was in a stinky mood when she finally decided to grace her parents with her presence, late as ever. She wasn’t exactly a morning person in the first place, and having all of her hair ties being cut apart by her little sister hadn’t provided the best start to the day either. Remy, still nervous about the impending doom that Georgia had sworn to bring upon them, did his best to console her - but “he had no idea”. The girl ended up forcibly pouring milk into her cereal, and Remy fell silent.

Only a few moments later, Georgia joined them with Noemi on her arm. She stashed the protesting girl in her high chair, then sat down to exchange looks with her husband. It was like she was giving him one last chance to right his earlier mistakes... but he wasted it, and didn’t say anything. Georgia sighed.

“Listen, girls -” she said silently, “we need to tell you something.”

Remy stuck his hands between his knees and pulled his shoulders up, sinking deeper into his chair. Georgia moved closer to Perine and put her hand on her arm. “I know you’re wondering about the baby, and when she’ll come home,” she said. “The truth is… she isn’t. She won’t come home.”

Perine frowned, looking from her mother to her father with an expression of utter confusion. “What? Why?” she whispered.

“Laurie… was too sick, she couldn’t live outside mommy’s belly. She… died. Back at the hospital.” Georgia swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry.”

Perine’s spoon clattered as it fell into her bowl of cereal. “What?”, she squeaked, her face derailing. “What?”

Remy hid his face in his hands. Georgia attempted explanation, consolation, but the girl had heard enough. Tears were welling in her eyes as her mind was processing the information and she jumped up to run to their room, abandoning her breakfast.

“Call the school,” Georgia murmured to Remy as she was getting up to hurry after her daughter.

Remy stayed behind at the table.

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Another chapter that I split up because it was becoming too long... (and because I thought this was a good "oh snap" cliffhanger point to cut it off, haha.)

This is actually my 1000th deviation. Yesss O_O At first I was like... what, a story chapter with quick art that only a handful of people will care about in the first place? But then I thought... why not. It's what I care about most - characters and sharing their stories. (I also care about good art but this is another story) Anyway, Remy. MMMMMMMMMMM. He went from "lol another rider" to becoming the character that means most to me at the current point in time... I'm obsessing so much about them, the HCL crew will confirm how annoying I've gotten. xD

It's just a sketch but... as I drew this I was massively inspired by the Wolfwalkers cleanup line that I use in my daily work - they play with two cleanup styles, one very neat and clean, the other very sketchy. And it beautifully reflects the characters' state of mind. So I thought this couldn't be rough enough. I wish I was more confident with my quicker art on here haha!

Featuring Remy , Georgia , Perine and Noemi Thibodeau
Art, writin' (c) by me, no ref used

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Complete Storyline Previously | Next

Storyline folder: "Beautiful That Way"
Previously | Next

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Georgia | Late March

Music.

Georgia's grief was as violent as it was brief. Cradled by her husband and safely hidden away from night’s darkness, she allowed herself to weep and wail for the child she'd been carrying under her heart for so long, only to be denied to welcome her into the world at the very end. She cried in Remy’s arms until exhaustion lulled her to sleep; and that was the only moment of weakness she granted herself. As soon as she woke on the following day, she strapped on her usual resolve, squared her shoulders and began taking matters into her own hands. By seven, she’d made breakfast, woke up Perine, sorted out their clothes for the day - and as she ran out of things to do, she settled for a thorough rearrangement of the entire kitchen.

When Remy was done showering and shuffled into the kitchen, a sortiment of pots and pans was strewn around the room. He was confused. “What are you doing?” he said.

Georgia paused, and propped herself up on the next best counter. She composed herself for the slightest of moments, then finally dared to look at him. “We need to tell them,” she said, avoiding his question.

Remy ran a hand through his damp hair. “I know,” he murmured, “but I don’t know…”

“Of course not -!” Georgia snapped. “You never do! You never make up your mind, you avoid the girls’ questions… you can’t even decide on what kinda’ funeral you want --”

Remy choked on a response. Every single word hit home... and she knew it. He wanted to say something, wanted to explain, to defend himself - but the sound of a door being opened and closed somewhere in the flat was beating him to it. He glanced to the clock; it was ten past seven. Another door was slammed, a squeal. Then a giggle.

“What are they doing,” Remy joked half-heartedly and gestured into the direction of the noise, as if she hadn’t said anything.

Georgia wasn’t amused. Shaking her head, she left to look after the children and to get her youngest dressed. Halfway out of the door, she stopped to cast her husband a warning glance. “I’ll tell them,” she said resolutely. “You can help or you can let it be.” Then she was gone.

Remy looked miserable.

Even Perine was in a stinky mood when she finally decided to grace her parents with her presence, late as ever. She wasn’t exactly a morning person in the first place, and having all of her hair ties being cut apart by her little sister hadn’t provided the best start to the day either. Remy, still nervous about the impending doom that Georgia had sworn to bring upon them, did his best to console her - but “he had no idea”. The girl ended up forcibly pouring milk into her cereal, and Remy fell silent.

Only a few moments later, Georgia joined them with Noemi on her arm. She stashed the protesting girl in her high chair, then sat down to exchange looks with her husband. It was like she was giving him one last chance to right his earlier mistakes... but he wasted it, and didn’t say anything. Georgia sighed.

“Listen, girls -” she said silently, “we need to tell you something.”

Remy stuck his hands between his knees and pulled his shoulders up, sinking deeper into his chair. Georgia moved closer to Perine and put her hand on her arm. “I know you’re wondering about the baby, and when she’ll come home,” she said. “The truth is… she isn’t. She won’t come home.”

Perine frowned, looking from her mother to her father with an expression of utter confusion. “What? Why?” she whispered.

“Laurie… was too sick, she couldn’t live outside mommy’s belly. She… died. Back at the hospital.” Georgia swallowed hard. “I’m so sorry.”

Perine’s spoon clattered as it fell into her bowl of cereal. “What?”, she squeaked, her face derailing. “What?”

Remy hid his face in his hands. Georgia attempted explanation, consolation, but the girl had heard enough. Tears were welling in her eyes as her mind was processing the information and she jumped up to run to their room, abandoning her breakfast.

“Call the school,” Georgia murmured to Remy as she was getting up to hurry after her daughter.

Remy stayed behind at the table.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Another chapter that I split up because it was becoming too long... (and because I thought this was a good "oh snap" cliffhanger point to cut it off, haha.)

This is actually my 1000th deviation. Yesss O_O At first I was like... what, a story chapter with quick art that only a handful of people will care about in the first place? But then I thought... why not. It's what I care about most - characters and sharing their stories. (I also care about good art but this is another story) Anyway, Remy. MMMMMMMMMMM. He went from "lol another rider" to becoming the character that means most to me at the current point in time... I'm obsessing so much about them, the HCL crew will confirm how annoying I've gotten. xD

It's just a sketch but... as I drew this I was massively inspired by the Wolfwalkers cleanup line that I use in my daily work - they play with two cleanup styles, one very neat and clean, the other very sketchy. And it beautifully reflects the characters' state of mind. So I thought this couldn't be rough enough. I wish I was more confident with my quicker art on here haha!

Featuring Remy , Georgia , Perine and Noemi Thibodeau
Art, writin' (c) by me, no ref used