#I imagine her finaly getting better anf then boom

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I imagine Bea's father not uttering a word to her.

Yoo. TW homophobia

All the talking was done by Mother. And Bea finds comfort in that but also pain - having to look Father in the eyes and only seeing disappointment and disgust sent her way.

She remembers the last words he spoke to her as clear as day, despite the blinding pain and the way her blood tickled down her body as she curled on the floor infront of Father's feet.

"How dare you call yourself my daughter?" he spat at her. She, as a matter of fact, had never called herself his daughter "Disgusting. A Duke."

He let the bloodied book fall threateningly close next to her head. Bloodied - with her blood.

He left, locking the door behind him, as if she would be able to get up, but not without an "I have a Fag in my house. A Fagott."

It stung more than her busted lip or her bleeding ears. More than the ache in her shoulders and the regular spasms ripping though her spine.

Maybe if it weren't for the last words she heard him mutter, life in boarding school and later would have been a little bit more bearable.

But the entirety of the time she stood there, staring at her parents with Mary between them and Shannon desperately trying to make her look away, only memories of that night flooded her brain.

Disappointment - the words of her mother would snake their way up her throat as she remembers the cold look and leather belt.

Duke - would render through her mind - displaying in slowmo every hit the book landed. Memories tingling their way into the physical world, only deepening when Mother Superion echoed towards them.

She fears the same will happen - she, for some foolish reason - believes the same will happen.

And her mind blankes out. This is it. This is the end. She did it. She ruined jet another thin she found to care for. Ofcourse she did. She was capable of nothing else.

But only when Mother Superion shooes them off and pulls her in a hug, only when Mary stuffs her into one of her big oversized hoodies even too bug for Mary herself, only when Shannon wraps her in soft blankets and Lilith makes her perfect tee does she realise that - she is loved.

That. She is safe(from physical abuse by her parents at least. Can't say that Bea is safe knowing that she fights to survive every day) That - they would never hurt her.

And she still regrets kissing Emily that night. She still hates herself for being a - homosexual - but she also has people around her, who are willing to love her when she can't love herself.

And she let's herself be sandwiched by Shannon and Mary - Lilith claiming she doesn't like physical contact - as they watch some stupid movie that doesn't make them all tremble with PTSD.

Yes maybe life is fucked up. But she would rather be fucked up with similarity fucked up people, people she loves and cares for and would die for. Than being alone, somewhere in Switzerland, shivering her teeth out in the cold winterland.

A convo in the server about Bea's parents being mean and mother superion being possessive + Shannon, Mary, Lilith being protective

I can't plot or write for shit but eh, at least the idea is there ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Beatrice received a letter from her parents, informing her that they are on a diplomatic trip and will be paying a visit to the Cat's Cradle. The letter crumples when she clenches her hands, trembling at the thought of seeing them again after years.

She steadies herself, taking in slow, deep breaths. As long as she shows them that she's better now, they'll leave her alone. She doubts that they would cause a scene, considering that they are very concerned with appearances. But she's prepared for the possibility that it might happen, knowing their temper.

On the day of their arrival, Beatrice gives them a tour of the Cat's Cradle.

They expected Beatrice to be part of a convent, not some military. They scowled in disgust at the sight of the sisters training. When they returned to the main hall, which was thankfully empty - though unbeknownst to them, Shannon, Mary and Lilith were just out of sight, curious and concerned about leaving Beatrice alone with her parents.

"This place is not befitting of you. Risking your life fighting for what? We expected you to serve God as a nun, not a fighter. Pack your things, we're leaving." Beatrice's mother gestures at her to pack up, an eyebrow raising when Beatrice made no attempt to move.

"Mother, I will not leave this place. I am still serving God and fighting in his name is an honour." Beatrice could count the number of times she's talked back to her parents on one hand, because after the second time, she learned that she's not allowed to have her own opinions. But having to leave the OCS was something she couldn't bring herself to do. She's found a family here, people who accept her, who guide her with love. She doesn't want to give that up and return to hell with her parents.

A loud slap echoed in the hall, Beatrice's face turned to the side from the force. "How dare you talk back to me. I didn't raise you to talk back to your parents. You will gather your things and we're leaving this instant."

The moment she laid a hand on Beatrice, her sisters rushed out to stand between them. Lilith and Mary glared at them as Shannon checked on Beatrice, calming her when she realised that they had seen what happened. Shannon's heart breaks when she sees that Beatrice is holding back tears, eyes wide with fear.

"Sorry but Beatrice isn't going anywhere with you. You heard her loud and clear." Mary squared up to them but hoping that she doesn't have to punch them in front of Beatrice no matter how much she would love to.

"Beatrice is my daughter and she will listen to what I say. You can't keep her from me. I will bring this place down if I have to!" Beatrice's mother shouts at them fiercely.

Apparently the commotion had brought attention to Mother Superion, the sound of her cane echoing in the hall as she approached them made Beatrice shrink into herself, prepared to be punished for causing trouble. "What's all this about?"

"Mother Superion..! It's nothing of concern! I was just going to prepare to leave with my parents…" Beatrice immediately steps in to defuse the situation. She doesn't want her parents to cause more trouble for them. "I'm sorry, but I am needed with them."

"Like hell you are!" Mary turns to Beatrice with an incredulous expression.

"Language!" Mother Superion scolds Mary before taking in the situation in front of her. She sees how Beatrice's left cheek is red and swollen, how the girls are standing protectively between Beatrice and her parents.

"You must be the one with authority here. Please tell these girls to step aside and return my daughter." Beatrice's mother smiled politely.

"I'm sorry but I'm afraid I can't do that." Mother Superion's answer shocked everyone in the hall. "Sister Beatrice is needed here. She is a talented individual that we cannot afford to give up. And regarding your threat, I'm sure it won't look good for you if news got out that you would assault your daughter in a holy place. Beatrice isn't your daughter anymore, you've lost that right the moment you laid your hands on her. She's mine and she belongs with her sisters."

It would be funny to see Beatrice's mother turning red with anger at Mother Superion's words if it weren't for the fact that Beatrice was terrified of them and that they are on guard in case any of them lashes out. Luckily, they just shouted profanities and cursed them to hell before leaving the Cat's Cradle.

Mother Superion turned to Beatrice, reaching out to cup her uninjured cheek. "Are you alright?"

The soft and gentle way Mother Superion was being towards her, coupled with her words, sends Beatrice sobbing with relief as she moves to hug her. She simply rasps out thank you's between her sobs, grateful that no matter what happens, no matter how unsightly it is, she have a people to call family and a place to call home.