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Realistic or Modern Severed Sisters

Samantha gave a surprise laugh when he pulled away to wipe her tears. She looked up to him with teary eyes. She snuggled back into him enjoying that comfort. Her tears slowly subsided and she remained there quiet in his arms.

“Oh, it’s fine... strange every one I know loves pancakes. Don’t worry about it. You dislike something, nothing to be sorry about Bell.” Oliver grinned as he spread butter over his pancake.
 
James just stood there holding Samantha then when she calmed he picked her up and whent to sit on the cot with her in his arms so she could rest and be near her brother. James was still holding her to himself.

Bell gave a nod and said "I'm not used to things being ok, you made food I should eat it." Then she shrugged "that isnt healthy is it? I feel like I broke a plate, like it was an accident but I still did it and there will be punishment" then she gave a cold lagh "Gosh I used to think those where bad, I was so naive"
 
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Samantha laid in his arms. She snuggled into his chest as he held her. She could feel his eyes on her, but she didn’t open her eyes. She knew her brother was probably smirking some where by her.
Samantha laid there and her face moved slightly when somehqnd Caressed her cheek once more. She moaned and gave a slight grumble, a sign she was drifting off to sleep.
 
James began to hum and rock Samantha to put he to sleep.

Bell gave a nod and said "I'm not used to things being ok, you made food I should eat it." Then she shrugged "that isnt healthy is it? I feel like I broke a plate, like it was an accident but I still did it and there will be punishment" then she gave a cold lagh "Gosh I used to think those where bad, I was so naive"
 
Samantha fell sleep in his arms with his dog tags around her neck. She breathed lightly and snuggled closer to him for warmth as she slept.

“It’s fine not to eat it if you don’t like it...” he shrugged. “I mean you are eating everything else so there’s that for you. You are still eating enough to be healthy. It’s a choice.” He shrugged and continued to eat his pancakes.
 
James had planned to go stand gard out side her cell once she fell asleep but clearly she had other plans. It was ok, he just held her and reached to grab a blanket which he put over her then adjusted her in his arms and let her sleep still humming to her.

Bell shook her head a little "a choice" she repeated quietly. "Like what color dress I wear." Then she ate more of her eggs. "Why do you care of I'm healthy? In not trying to push you away I'm...somthing new, a wraped box, a dark cave... no one else cares about me so long as I'm efficent"
 
Samantha groaned softly as he shifted her, adjusting her before letting her remain asleep in his arms. She pushed her head further into the blanket, her fingers twitched slight and she held her hands close as she slept. The humming was what lulled her to sleep. She loved it. He could actually hum quite beautifully. It was better than her brothers Doe a deer song.

Oliver listened. “Your suspicions?... cautious?..” he guessed with her emotions. He just shrugged. “I don’t know... I just wanted to cook so your food health kinda just followed suit with out effort.” He shrugged unsure exactly, but he did worry about her sleep and mental emotional health.
 
Davind was counting the ceiling.
James sat there holding sam and humming to her. He was a little nurvice about Annabelle seeing them but she had approved of the match.

Bell gave him a smile. "You are a good cook, I don't know food health was a thing, I just kinda sit whatever, bred in the morning sometimes frut. And the usually meat at night. The stuff you make is good, I actually want to eat it. Exept pancakes, those are discussing and the only reason I'm not stopping you from eating them is becase you seem to enjoy them despite the taste. "
 
His humming lulled Samantha further into a deeper sleep. She sighed and curled up tighter, turning her body inwardly facing him. Samantha slept even as she felt eyes on her or a slight stroke on her face.

“They are not discusting.” He defended him pancakes. “They are glorious creations and they are to be loved.” He laughed softly at how ridiculous his wording was.
 
James was torn he was glad she was sleeping but he wasnt whure how much he was alawd. Then again he wold take punishment for her.

Bells response was to take a pancake and throw it with her deadly accuracy to hit him right in the face with it. "I prefer slop" she said and whent back to her eggs and ham.
 
Samantha continued her slumber. She was tired and on a day off, she just wanted to sleep. Sleep sleep. Not really even eat just sleep.

Oliver have a fake gasp as he pulled the pancake off of his face.
“you’d rather eat slop?!”
 
James just kept humming and holding his Sam to himself. He was humming a lullaby he knew from when he was young. He was content.
David was still counting the ceiling, he saw happy hos sister was finaly being cared for.

"Yes" said Bell. And threw another pancake at him. She finised her eggs and then her ham and said. "We can go back when you are ready." She didn't want this to end but she couldn't keep him in the kitchen forever. "I have an interrogation later if you want to watch."
 
Oliver sucked as she threw another pancake at himself.
“it’s okay...” he said softly not really wanting to go into another interpgation. It made him sick in his stomach to watch those things.
“I’ll probably take a nap or something.” He smiled and picked up the food. He began to do dishes.
 
"Probably for the best, this one is going to be a bit brutal. But I thought I'd offer as it somewhere other than your cell." Then she helped him clean up and walked him back to his cell. Thay walked right past Samantha's cell where she was curled up asleep in James' arms. James looked at her and she gave him a nod giving her approval. Then she opend Oliver's cell door for him.
James was still Holding and Humming to Sam when Annabell came back. She just nodded at him and he was relieved.
David was daydreaming and ignoring what was going on around him, he had stoped counting the Ceiling.
 
Oliver walked in with out a word. His eyes glanced to what Bell was giving out as an approval and noticed Sage in another mans arms. Sage was snuggled up with some guard. His face became red for a moment, red with anger and jealousy but that left quickly as he reminded himself. ‘Her name isn’t sage, it’s Samantha... she never was a hand maid but some duchess.. she never really loved him, did she?... He remained stoic as bell left him in his cell, but he couldn’t help but glance at samanthas sleeping form on the soldier.

Samantha snored lightly as she laid in his arms enjoying the warmth he gave her.
 
Bell put her hand tentatively on Oliver's sholder "I'm sorry" she wisperd and gave a light squeeze. "Do you want me to stay here with you? Or out in the hall? Or wold you rather be alone? I can take you to the interrogation room for a while of youd like some isolation." She didn't know how to comfort someone but she trying, she brushed some of the Hair out of his face.
 
Oliver turned his attention to the girl who brushed hair out of his face. “I’m fine.” He gave her a weak smile. “Don’t worry about just go do that integration.” He ruffled her hair and turned to his cot. She looked so much like Sam. He sighed and rubbed his forehead.
 
"First if all will you stop doing that?" She pulled out her hair and stook it free it was still damp from her bath. Then she said "second, thay haven't brought the guy in yet. Her is supposed to arrive this evening and I get fisrt shot at him when thay do" she have him a look then sat down and started running her fingers though his hair scratching his scalp gently with her nails.
 
Oliver kept his eyes closed as he get her hand run through his hair. He let out a slight moan As he enjoyed her fingers scratch his head ever so slightly.
 
No one moved for some time.
Bell assumed Oliver was asleep after a while and she gently got up and re braided her hair then she gave him a kiss on the forehead and whent to go arm herself and get there food.
When she came back she was fully armed and was carrying trays whith bread and a mistire of ground beaf and peppers and tomato. There was also two pancakes and a package of herbs on Oliver's tray. She deposited the trays and then left to wait for the prisoner (if you want to do that scene you can play them).
James held the sleeping Samantha until the food came then he gently woke her and began feeding her the food.
David fed himself and even put some of his in Sam's bowl.
 
Oliver did indeed fall asleep. He opened his eyes groggily as Bell came back and sat his food down. He looked to the pancakes and couldn’t help but laugh to himself. He watched as she left and went to eat.

The prisoner was a young boy. He looked to be 12 but he kept firm and kept his head up, despite all the cuts and blood on his face, not to mention the bruising as well. He was practically thrown in and tied roughly to the chair before Annabel.

Samantha woke up as he gently moved her out of his lap. She groaned andfluttered her eyes open. She looked around, confused for a moment at where she was. She looked and her heart fell when she saw the cell, when she saw James, when she saw te food she was suppose to eat before her. She didn’t feel hungry, opposed actually.
“I’m full... it’s okay I don’t w-“ she was inturupted when he fed her a spoon full. It wasn’t half bad. She thought as she was offered another from his hand. Her stomach growled and groaned at the thought of more. She couldn’t help but open her mouth.
 
"Let's start with somthing easy. What is your name age and occupation?" Bell said to the boy hoping it would be easy. She had fully armed herself expecting somthing difficult, he had been coursing trucked for nearly a year now.

James dead Samantha until everything was gone then he set the tray down and pulled her back agenst him so her could hear her heart beat. The looked at her and wrote 'Gift?' On her hand.
 
Samantha felt like she was going to be sick by how much food she was forced to eat. Her stomach turned as she was pulled against him. She closed her eyes as she could hear and feel his heartbeat. She furrowed her brow as he wrote something on her head but with out seeing it it was a little hard to know what he was trying to say.
“What?” She murmered and fluttered her eyes open. She looked a bit pale.

The boy tilted his head and looked to the woman in front of her. Her lips moved but he didn’t understand her. He scrunched his face in confusion.
 
James wrote again "Gift?" On her hand. He asking if there is something she wants that he can give her.

Bell pulled out a knife and twirls it "Name, Age, and occupation" she says again no longer soft but now hard and cold.
 
Samantha watched as he wrote on her hand. “Gift?.. you have a gift for me?” She asked confused not expecting him to give her something.

The boy watched as she twirled the knife in her hand. He looked to her confused as she spoke again. He could only shake his head in confusion not understanding what she was saying to him. “Hwet ?”
 

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