houseofcards_rp | [ota] beware, be canny and careful

She doesn't regret it in the slightest. What's to regret?

Eileen is fully capable of making her own decisions. She's allowed to decide to leave Kevin behind and go visit the Spade dungeon. And someone--she's not certain who--is also fully capable of infinitely childishly telling Kevin exactly where he or she saw his theoretical charge slipping off to while he was turned around. And Kevin is not just capable but essentially required to tell her mother things like where her daughter was this past weekend.

Which means Eileen Eicheln has, for the first time in her life, seen her mother actually angry. It also means, for the first time in her life and very likely one of the first times in history, the Ace of Clubs is grounded.

Mr Kahl is allowed to bring work and keep her up to date with her studies. A student from Mr DeWitt's class is allowed to spend a bit of time letting her know what's she's missed. The King and Jack are certainly permitted to speak to their Ace at their convenience.

But everyone else? Is getting Kevin's most sympathetic smile and a firm shake of his head. "Seems house arrest is catching."

[ooc; Except probably anyone with half a reason can talk to the moodiest tween about how she done wrong. Kevin is secretly easy. Or just come shoot the shit with Kevin, I guess? o/]

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"People must understand that." Elisha must. Elisha seemed to. That didn't follow was that Elisha still felt she ought to be here. "You and-- Katya and Clive and Mother understand that. That's what's not fair."

It felt like such a slap in the face, in moments like this. But then, maybe the punishment was what was meant for behaving like the child they encouraged her to be.

"Of course I understand, Eileen. Your mother probably understands, too." Though he highly doubted she approved in the least. Of Julien, of Eileen's relationship with Julien, of any piece of this.

"But just because I understand your reasons, doesn't mean it was the right thing to do. It doesn't mean that your mother isn't allowed to punish you for doing something that frightened her a great deal." He hadn't been scared for Eileen's physical safety - Julien, probably, wouldn't do anything to her. But he was bitter, angry, and undoubtedly willing to turn the Ace of Clubs against the Spades who'd put him there.

"Then how-- should I have done this?"

Because it hadn't been a choice. With all the people who had been taken away from her in the last thirteen--and especially the last two--years, it had felt physically impossible not to go see him. Not to reassure herself that he was, in fact, not gone forever.

"You all-- would have said no, and-- then I wouldn't have been-- able to-- Elisha, what could I have done without-- going insane?"

"I wouldn't have wanted you to go," Elisha tells her. "I still wish you hadn't. But if you had told me that you needed to see him, I would have taken you."

He wouldn't have been happy about it; Eileen probably wouldn't have been, either, and neither would Julien. But he would have done it.

"Would you?"

She wants to believe it. She wants him to be the sort of stunning, understanding father she's amalgamated Edgar and Andrew into in her mind.

She wants to disbelieve it. She wants him not to have hurt him if he really would have been that kind to her.

The tears that spring up manage, at least, to stay glittering in her eyes rather than actually falling.

"I would have." Argine would not have approved but...maybe would have realized that it was a way to avoid just this very situation. They hadn't had the opportunity, though.

She'd been so sure they'd say no.

"You need to trust your mother and I, Eileen. We're not ogres. We don't want you to be unhappy."

She had been certain they'd say no. A piece of her still isn't certain this isn't hindsight talking.

If she breathes slow and deep and studies her hands, she'll be able to hold the impulse to let the tears loose until he's gone.

He squeezes her shoulder again and stands up with a sigh, putting the chair back by her desk again.

"I'll see you at dinner, Eileen."

There's a false start before she can get words to come, soft and defeated, so much more appropriately like a child.

"...am I... not eating up here?"

It would be punishment not to be allowed to eat with him, after all. Then again, the way her mind was reeling, it was also beginning to look like more time with his disappointment would also be punishment.

"Not tonight, princess."

He hasn't called her that, really, since her mother grounded her. Certainly not during this conversation in which he's faltered between treating her like a child and like an Ace and not being sure which he should do.

"I think you could use some air."

The affectionate name is, of course, less prevalent in general these days. She's growing up. 'Eileen' is replacing most people's nicknames for her. Here, now, she's not sure why it startles the tears completely to her eyes.

He loves her. He's looking out for her. His complete disappointment is entirely her fault.

She'll be put back together at dinner, the appropriately moody mixture of defiant and apologetic. It's just she'll need these next few hours to wipe angry, confused tears off her cheeks.

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...how many of their icons match. :|a

Enough that sometimes I wonder if Argine had a mad affair with a young Israeli soldier.

Knocking up an older married Six. Elisha you cad.