It's a little uncanny how familiar her house is. The pieces of furniture are all the same, from the wooden table and it's red-cushioned chairs to the purple couch with it's assortment of pillows and cushions. The rice cooker on the rolling stand is where she always keeps it, and all of her pots and pans are in order. It feels almost like being home again. The only thing missing is her family.
The silence is deafening as she starts to prepare dinner. There's no sound of Isshin cleaning up the clinic next door. No sound of her children playing or shouting or running around the living room. The TV, usually on in the background, is silent as well. There were no stations to turn it to, so she simply left it off. Instead, she hums to herself as she cooks, if only to give herself something to listen to.
Her first night here, and she prepares far too much food. Even trying to cut back the portions that she normally makes from five to one, she still ends up with too much. "Leftovers are fine. They can be a snack later," she tells herself, trying to stay positive, but her voice still sounds jarringly loud. It doesn't leave her feeling quite as reassured as she had hoped.
It's not until she sits down to the meal she made that it really gets to her, though. The table is quiet and lonely, and it's been a very long time since she's had a meal like this. She misses her family. That much is painfully obvious. The distance between her and them hasn't felt entirely real until just this moment, where she finds herself eating dinner alone in an empty house with only her thoughts to keep her company.
She stands up from the table, her food barely touched. She can't live like this. She needs something to break the silence. Something... Anything... Her gaze lands on the front door. She might not know anyone in the village well enough to invite them over, but... There was one person that she could ask. It wouldn't possibly be any worse than being alone.
Mind made up, she slips her shoes on, pulls on a light jacket, and heads out to find Zangestu's house. He's said it was nearby, but it still takes her a few detours down the wrong streets before she finds the right mailbox. She rests a hand on it for a moment, admiring the design. It suits him, somehow. Precise black etchings on a pure white mailbox...
She shakes her head, clearing her thoughts, and setting off down the walkway to his front door. There's a second of hesitation when she gets there, a brief moment of second-guessing herself, but then she lifts her hand to knock loud and clear. She inhales and exhales once, preparing herself to be at her best when he opens the door.
She'd wished him well, not to wear himself out. He had a lot of energy to spare, certainly, but it still hadn't stopped him from feeling drained at the end of it all. In but a few days he's found himself in two different places displayed as homes for "him".
There are skylights that can be covered over with blinds, ceilings painted in soft blue, both lying to him about the state of Ichigo's head right now, he's sure. He'd thought the other world a pain in the ass with it's rules, but he sees now, it gave a much clearer sense of what he was supposed to do. Maybe that's why everyone clung to their stupid self restrictions.
There's a bed but he lays on the floor, right beneath a skylight. It's terribly quiet, nothing to do, no one to talk to; it's familiar. One thing the way it's supposed to be, he supposes. Plenty of time to think like this, right here, but there's only so much he can sort out before arriving to the same conclusions. Even free, Ichigo's got him trapped, and that makes him laugh through his fingers, high and hysterical. No matter how many times he tells himself it's enough, he knows it's not true. It's never going to be.
Maybe he should've expressed that to her instead, explain the daunting notion of appeasing an unending want, instead of screaming in her face about all they've done. Ha, yeah, sure, like that wouldn't have driven her away and showed her his weaknesses in the same breath.
He closes his eyes then and-- knowing it won't and can't work-- he tries to detach, become less and more at once. All these thoughts would fade. He'll open his eyes and they'll be Ichigo's eyes. The body will move without him, a sickening feeling but comfortable in its familiarity. They'll walk downstairs and--
A knock rouses him from that, then his own ability for motion startles him in turn. He scrambles up for the door, mind skipping like a faulty record as he tries to figure out who would be knocking and what the hell for. His confusion only partly abates when he opens it up and sees her there, much of it quickly replaced. "...Hi. Did you need something?" Already?
She's all smiles when he opens the door, like there's not a single thing wrong. Not with her or with this picture right now.
"It's not anything in particular. I, uh..." She laughs a little at herself. "I made too much for dinner. It'd be a shame to waste it, so I thought, maybe you'd like some too. If you want to join me...?" She leaves a question on the end, uncertain if he might be interested.
They're too close for him to have misheard. His mind tries to root out where he could've misunderstood, but there's not many other possibilities for what she could mean by this.
"...You want me to join you?" He repeats. Why? He wonders, and only narrowly fails to voice.
Why would she come back? Why would she want him there? Does she really want him there or is it some kind of-- why the hell would she try to trick him? She would better have the advantage just facing him than trying to twist a hollow's trust. It can't be that. She must mean it. She must want him there.
She wants him there. Despite earlier. Despite himself.
Well, he's not about to say no. "Sure," He says, the word feeling awkward. "Why not?" He steps out, shutting the door behind him, glancing at her tentatively like she might just change her mind.
The announcement that there would be a journey away from this plane is something that Masaki doesn't expect. Most of the people that she had spoken to had given her the impression that they never left this tiny world--and yet, here they were preparing for some kind of journey into a realm that no one knew anything about. Except for the fact that there had been a call for help.
She doesn't head into the mirror dimension immediately. Her mind is made up on going, even if it doesn't lead anywhere that she needs to be, but she still lingers by the archway in the normal physical plane. Her mirror is tucked away in a sachel, the strap hung diagonally across her chest. She doesn't have much need of anything else.
She made a promise, after all. She wasn't going anywhere without her teammate.
He's not here to help. He couldn't give a damn that some woman in some other world is calling out. But he knew from the start that she was going, and even if she wasn't, he wasn't just not going to look and see what the fuss was about.
He brings a knife, tucked in a belt loop. It's the best he can do and he hates that he's been reduced to something so feeble, but not enough to bring nothing at all. Especially considering that jumping through portals to adjacent worlds has always, in his experience, led to a lot of fighting. Ichigo should be here. But he's not, so it doesn't matter.
He finds her waiting instead. "Yo. Ready to hop your first gateway then?" He pulls on a smirk.
He grins at her wry. "As opposed to what? A set of bow and arrows?" He laughs. But, as he does so, his eyes are searching her up and down. That satchel is not nearly big enough.
"It looks like I've got more than you," He says, and he waits for her to clear that creeping confusion. "Feeling confident?"
It's another evening spent together, eating dinner at her table when Masaki decides to bring up the concerns that she heard from one of the other residents. It's probably not the best idea to jump right into the accusation, so she decides to pry from a different angle.
"So... Have you been getting along okay with the others in the village?" she asks, as casually as she can muster.
It's the same as always, or rather, with things having returned quick again to their new normal. He's scarfing back the food she's made but still stalling time to enjoy the company. He never answers until he's done but he does before he's had the chance to clean up his own face properly.
His brow lifts. "Uh..." His eyes cast off to the side and back, before he gracelessly smears the back of his hand over his mouth. "I guess?" Why would it even matter that someone like him got along with anybody? The concept's confusing. "No one's killed me yet."
No one's killed me yet is not exactly the best criteria to judge his relations by. She's caught a little off guard by that, but presses forward with a small laugh.
"That's good! But I didn't mean anything quite so serious. Just... Are you doing okay? Fitting in? Making friends? That sort of thing."
He still looks confused. This has to be going in some kind of direction because a conversation like this just doesn't make sense for the likes of him.
"That's..." He frowns. "Does any of that really matter?" He asks. "It's not really possible for someone like me to fit in anywhere, and making friends is a waste of time--" He didn't try to make Emily think all that. Or Gabriel, if he does. Which he might not, he doesn't know. "--but it's not like I care. And I'm not not okay. It's fine. Things are fine." He fidgets with the dishes before him.
I made an assumption about why you were calling Dr. Strange a coward. It was incorrect, and it started a mess that shouldn't have happened. I'm sorry I put you in the position I did and that I spoke out of turn. I could blame the concussion, but that's really not it. I was just an arse.
- Watson
[That seems to about cover it, so John leaves it there. Maybe a little bit of this is spite, Masaki rubbing him up entirely the wrong way. Some of it guilt, but a lot of it just feeling like an arse for reading the young man wrong. He might still think Zangetsu is an idiot for challenging Stephen... that doesn't preclude John from being an idiot, as well.]
[The reply confuses John, in turn. He takes a few reads through the short note, then just returns the message with his reply written underneath. The word 'joke' is circled and there's an arrow pointing off of it with three large question marks.]
I'm apologizing to you. Is that not done where you're from?
[In lieu of a name, Eliza draws a sketch of Zan's face at the top of her letter.]
I noticed you said something during the fight about doing what Stephen did to you for fun. [She includes a quick doodle of the Infinite Portal Fall trick.] Did you actually use to know someone who would set that up for you, or were you just talking about jumping off heights like your mom suggested? Also, what do you find so fun about that?
[What a strange question to get out of the blue. But it seems harmless enough that he opts to answer it.]
I was trapped in a world that was something like an infinite loop. If I jumped off a particular point, I could just keep falling forever in nothing but sky. There wasn't really anything else to do. Couldn't go anywhere, get inside, and there weren't any people either. Boredom's a real killer.
His confrontation with Justin hadn't gone well. That much isn't really a surprise. It's not even all that uncommon for him to bicker with others. The real surprise was that Justin managed to make a dent so thoroughly as he did. No one had ever had the nerve to even bring the topic up, ask him if he was hungry, let alone ask him whey he wasn't doing anything about it. And with all the meadous, with Mom, right there, that sickly feeling just gets worse.
It had to have been on purpose. Even without factoring Mom, or anything else, Justin should have known in this world at least what problems that would cause. Justin should know, even without realizing how tight his cage is, that even if he did want to...
He shakes his head and paces further, driving trenches into beach sand. He'd take to the cliffs but too many flock there, more even than the shore, which is at least spaced out over almost the entire length of the meadous. He's been going back and forth, but upon seeing Mom's reply, of feeling like the words were hands around his throat, he couldn't make himself linger in the meadous long.
The ache in his chest is too much right now. Almost too much to keep this up. He stops pacing, sinking down into the sand and simply stares out at where the blue sky meets the sea, pretending he's somewhere else.
It doesn't take long to notice that Zangetsu is not returning to the bulletin board. He comes back only once, but she doesn't notice any other messages left in his wake--and from there he seems to retreat to the beach and... simply stay there, as far as she can sense. There's a part of her that worries she shouldn't have chimed in, but she couldn't bear to watch that conversation play out any further.
But that doesn't mean she's willing to leave him to his thoughts, either. She gives it a bit of time, allowing him that distance to sort himself out before she goes to find him. He's just about where she thought he'd be, and it doesn't take her much time to come up close to where he sits. He might not be able to sense her, but she's very slow and deliberate about the way she comes up to sit beside him, settling down onto the sand as if she'd already received an invitation.
But she doesn't say anything yet, not for several minutes. In part, it's nice to sit here with him on the shore; but if this were a peaceful gathering, there wouldn't be that anxious tension between them. Eventually she finds the words to speak up, even if she's not certain they're the right ones.
He can't sense her, but at some point he's simply aware of her presence, careful like she's trying not to startle and send him off. He listens as she settles down by him. He notices the ends of her clothing from the corner of his eyes. She brings a sense of comfort with her, but, as always, she brings other things too, things they don't speak about.
He aches. If he left her behind or told her to go, it wouldn't be so bad, but he can't bear to do it and he's not sure for whose sake that is.
He can't make himself speak either, but at least she seems alright with the quiet. He hovers somewhere between the anxiety of knowing what she must be thinking about, and the relief that she's here and she's allowing that silence to be. When she does speak, it's about the same sort of conflict.
But his breath rushes out in a sort of wounded manner all the same. His knees draw in and his nails dig in through his jeans. His head bows until his hair is a complete curtain and it's only too late that he realizes this non-answer is telling enough. Guilt is devoured and is devouring in a cycle of bigger and bigger monsters within.
He can't joke it off. He can't lie. He can't tell her she'll be safe because he can't bear to acknowledge that might not be true. Finally, with a raw voice he says, "It's not as hard as it could be." Because at least that he knows is true.
A day or so after figuring out she can Do A Thing, she goes to hunt down the boy with no name to see if he's maybe at the house people have directed her to; however, he's not there. No one is, it seems, and she's not sure if she should be worried.
Venturing out in the snow still brings up bad feelings, takes some effort. It's worse when others aren't where they should be; being eaten by snow and monsters happened often in Norfinbury. She ends up trudging home again and tries to be patient in waiting much to Alfie and Royce's urging.
It isn't for a while until she tries again, not until after their camping trip, and not until she's practiced quite a bit with wrangling the "monster" that emerges from within her.
But she comes again! Right back to the same house to first peek in the maybe only window, to knock on the door, and then to peek again with her mittened hands cupped up by her face and her breath foggy on the window.
In truth, he rarely lingers around his own place. Even in the colder weather. It's not a home, doesn't feel like one, just a place he sleeps. Which means she's either caught him in the early morning, just before he's heading out, or because he's gone back to collect something or other.
Someone coming knocking is even more abnormal, because really, anyone he's going to hang around he'll usually seek out himself. What that means though is that he doesn't take long to get to the door, confusion and surprise already upon his face and only some of it leaving when he catches sight of her peering through. He cracks the door open, leaving plenty of space for her to invite herself inside, but otherwise stepping out to her.
"...Yo," He says to her. "If you're looking for something I swear I didn't take it."
Leaning up and away from the window when the door opens, she turns and peers, as if trying to make sure it's going to be who she thinks it is--ah yes! His appearance gets a bright smile out of her, and she stomps through the snow toward the door and away from the window.
"I'm looking for you!" she chirps excitedly.
But she doesn't go inside and, instead, lets him come out. "I came before," she admits, "but you weren't here. No one was, and I... Anyway." Worrying about whether or not he had been eaten by anomalies or devoured by the snow is another can of worms. Again, she smiles, this time it's more subdued.
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on 2018-04-12 03:37 am (UTC)The silence is deafening as she starts to prepare dinner. There's no sound of Isshin cleaning up the clinic next door. No sound of her children playing or shouting or running around the living room. The TV, usually on in the background, is silent as well. There were no stations to turn it to, so she simply left it off. Instead, she hums to herself as she cooks, if only to give herself something to listen to.
Her first night here, and she prepares far too much food. Even trying to cut back the portions that she normally makes from five to one, she still ends up with too much. "Leftovers are fine. They can be a snack later," she tells herself, trying to stay positive, but her voice still sounds jarringly loud. It doesn't leave her feeling quite as reassured as she had hoped.
It's not until she sits down to the meal she made that it really gets to her, though. The table is quiet and lonely, and it's been a very long time since she's had a meal like this. She misses her family. That much is painfully obvious. The distance between her and them hasn't felt entirely real until just this moment, where she finds herself eating dinner alone in an empty house with only her thoughts to keep her company.
She stands up from the table, her food barely touched. She can't live like this. She needs something to break the silence. Something... Anything... Her gaze lands on the front door. She might not know anyone in the village well enough to invite them over, but... There was one person that she could ask. It wouldn't possibly be any worse than being alone.
Mind made up, she slips her shoes on, pulls on a light jacket, and heads out to find Zangestu's house. He's said it was nearby, but it still takes her a few detours down the wrong streets before she finds the right mailbox. She rests a hand on it for a moment, admiring the design. It suits him, somehow. Precise black etchings on a pure white mailbox...
She shakes her head, clearing her thoughts, and setting off down the walkway to his front door. There's a second of hesitation when she gets there, a brief moment of second-guessing herself, but then she lifts her hand to knock loud and clear. She inhales and exhales once, preparing herself to be at her best when he opens the door.
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on 2018-04-12 11:12 am (UTC)There are skylights that can be covered over with blinds, ceilings painted in soft blue, both lying to him about the state of Ichigo's head right now, he's sure. He'd thought the other world a pain in the ass with it's rules, but he sees now, it gave a much clearer sense of what he was supposed to do. Maybe that's why everyone clung to their stupid self restrictions.
There's a bed but he lays on the floor, right beneath a skylight. It's terribly quiet, nothing to do, no one to talk to; it's familiar. One thing the way it's supposed to be, he supposes. Plenty of time to think like this, right here, but there's only so much he can sort out before arriving to the same conclusions. Even free, Ichigo's got him trapped, and that makes him laugh through his fingers, high and hysterical. No matter how many times he tells himself it's enough, he knows it's not true. It's never going to be.
Maybe he should've expressed that to her instead, explain the daunting notion of appeasing an unending want, instead of screaming in her face about all they've done. Ha, yeah, sure, like that wouldn't have driven her away and showed her his weaknesses in the same breath.
He closes his eyes then and-- knowing it won't and can't work-- he tries to detach, become less and more at once. All these thoughts would fade. He'll open his eyes and they'll be Ichigo's eyes. The body will move without him, a sickening feeling but comfortable in its familiarity. They'll walk downstairs and--
A knock rouses him from that, then his own ability for motion startles him in turn. He scrambles up for the door, mind skipping like a faulty record as he tries to figure out who would be knocking and what the hell for. His confusion only partly abates when he opens it up and sees her there, much of it quickly replaced. "...Hi. Did you need something?" Already?
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on 2018-04-12 12:45 pm (UTC)"It's not anything in particular. I, uh..." She laughs a little at herself. "I made too much for dinner. It'd be a shame to waste it, so I thought, maybe you'd like some too. If you want to join me...?" She leaves a question on the end, uncertain if he might be interested.
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on 2018-04-12 01:17 pm (UTC)"...You want me to join you?" He repeats. Why? He wonders, and only narrowly fails to voice.
Why would she come back? Why would she want him there? Does she really want him there or is it some kind of-- why the hell would she try to trick him? She would better have the advantage just facing him than trying to twist a hollow's trust. It can't be that. She must mean it. She must want him there.
She wants him there. Despite earlier. Despite himself.
Well, he's not about to say no. "Sure," He says, the word feeling awkward. "Why not?" He steps out, shutting the door behind him, glancing at her tentatively like she might just change her mind.
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on 2018-05-07 01:54 am (UTC)The announcement that there would be a journey away from this plane is something that Masaki doesn't expect. Most of the people that she had spoken to had given her the impression that they never left this tiny world--and yet, here they were preparing for some kind of journey into a realm that no one knew anything about. Except for the fact that there had been a call for help.
She doesn't head into the mirror dimension immediately. Her mind is made up on going, even if it doesn't lead anywhere that she needs to be, but she still lingers by the archway in the normal physical plane. Her mirror is tucked away in a sachel, the strap hung diagonally across her chest. She doesn't have much need of anything else.
She made a promise, after all. She wasn't going anywhere without her teammate.
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on 2018-05-07 09:27 pm (UTC)He brings a knife, tucked in a belt loop. It's the best he can do and he hates that he's been reduced to something so feeble, but not enough to bring nothing at all. Especially considering that jumping through portals to adjacent worlds has always, in his experience, led to a lot of fighting. Ichigo should be here. But he's not, so it doesn't matter.
He finds her waiting instead. "Yo. Ready to hop your first gateway then?" He pulls on a smirk.
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on 2018-05-07 09:49 pm (UTC)The knife at his waist doesn't escape her attention, though. She tilts her head a little. "Is that all you're bringing?"
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on 2018-05-07 09:59 pm (UTC)"It looks like I've got more than you," He says, and he waits for her to clear that creeping confusion. "Feeling confident?"
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on 2018-08-06 07:39 pm (UTC)It's another evening spent together, eating dinner at her table when Masaki decides to bring up the concerns that she heard from one of the other residents. It's probably not the best idea to jump right into the accusation, so she decides to pry from a different angle.
"So... Have you been getting along okay with the others in the village?" she asks, as casually as she can muster.
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on 2018-08-06 07:49 pm (UTC)His brow lifts. "Uh..." His eyes cast off to the side and back, before he gracelessly smears the back of his hand over his mouth. "I guess?" Why would it even matter that someone like him got along with anybody? The concept's confusing. "No one's killed me yet."
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on 2018-08-06 07:55 pm (UTC)"That's good! But I didn't mean anything quite so serious. Just... Are you doing okay? Fitting in? Making friends? That sort of thing."
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on 2018-08-06 08:06 pm (UTC)"That's..." He frowns. "Does any of that really matter?" He asks. "It's not really possible for someone like me to fit in anywhere, and making friends is a waste of time--" He didn't try to make Emily think all that. Or Gabriel, if he does. Which he might not, he doesn't know. "--but it's not like I care. And I'm not not okay. It's fine. Things are fine." He fidgets with the dishes before him.
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Posted byEarly September after talking to Masaki and Stephen
on 2018-09-09 10:50 pm (UTC)- Watson
[That seems to about cover it, so John leaves it there. Maybe a little bit of this is spite, Masaki rubbing him up entirely the wrong way. Some of it guilt, but a lot of it just feeling like an arse for reading the young man wrong. He might still think Zangetsu is an idiot for challenging Stephen... that doesn't preclude John from being an idiot, as well.]
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on 2018-09-09 11:08 pm (UTC)[It's not accusation so much as genuine confusion. But who knows if it will be read that way.]
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on 2018-09-09 11:12 pm (UTC)I'm apologizing to you. Is that not done where you're from?
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on 2018-09-10 04:37 am (UTC)I noticed you said something during the fight about doing what Stephen did to you for fun. [She includes a quick doodle of the Infinite Portal Fall trick.] Did you actually use to know someone who would set that up for you, or were you just talking about jumping off heights like your mom suggested? Also, what do you find so fun about that?
-Eliza
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on 2018-09-10 08:20 am (UTC)I was trapped in a world that was something like an infinite loop. If I jumped off a particular point, I could just keep falling forever in nothing but sky. There wasn't really anything else to do. Couldn't go anywhere, get inside, and there weren't any people either. Boredom's a real killer.
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on 2018-09-10 09:47 am (UTC)That sounds terrible! So it was really the only thing you could do? How did you get out of there?
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on 2018-10-19 01:33 am (UTC)It had to have been on purpose. Even without factoring Mom, or anything else, Justin should have known in this world at least what problems that would cause. Justin should know, even without realizing how tight his cage is, that even if he did want to...
He shakes his head and paces further, driving trenches into beach sand. He'd take to the cliffs but too many flock there, more even than the shore, which is at least spaced out over almost the entire length of the meadous. He's been going back and forth, but upon seeing Mom's reply, of feeling like the words were hands around his throat, he couldn't make himself linger in the meadous long.
The ache in his chest is too much right now. Almost too much to keep this up. He stops pacing, sinking down into the sand and simply stares out at where the blue sky meets the sea, pretending he's somewhere else.
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on 2018-10-19 01:50 am (UTC)But that doesn't mean she's willing to leave him to his thoughts, either. She gives it a bit of time, allowing him that distance to sort himself out before she goes to find him. He's just about where she thought he'd be, and it doesn't take her much time to come up close to where he sits. He might not be able to sense her, but she's very slow and deliberate about the way she comes up to sit beside him, settling down onto the sand as if she'd already received an invitation.
But she doesn't say anything yet, not for several minutes. In part, it's nice to sit here with him on the shore; but if this were a peaceful gathering, there wouldn't be that anxious tension between them. Eventually she finds the words to speak up, even if she's not certain they're the right ones.
"It's... hard for you, isn't it?"
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on 2018-10-19 02:17 am (UTC)He aches. If he left her behind or told her to go, it wouldn't be so bad, but he can't bear to do it and he's not sure for whose sake that is.
He can't make himself speak either, but at least she seems alright with the quiet. He hovers somewhere between the anxiety of knowing what she must be thinking about, and the relief that she's here and she's allowing that silence to be. When she does speak, it's about the same sort of conflict.
But his breath rushes out in a sort of wounded manner all the same. His knees draw in and his nails dig in through his jeans. His head bows until his hair is a complete curtain and it's only too late that he realizes this non-answer is telling enough. Guilt is devoured and is devouring in a cycle of bigger and bigger monsters within.
He can't joke it off. He can't lie. He can't tell her she'll be safe because he can't bear to acknowledge that might not be true. Finally, with a raw voice he says, "It's not as hard as it could be." Because at least that he knows is true.
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Posted byum... surprise
on 2018-11-11 01:39 am (UTC)Venturing out in the snow still brings up bad feelings, takes some effort. It's worse when others aren't where they should be; being eaten by snow and monsters happened often in Norfinbury. She ends up trudging home again and tries to be patient in waiting much to Alfie and Royce's urging.
It isn't for a while until she tries again, not until after their camping trip, and not until she's practiced quite a bit with wrangling the "monster" that emerges from within her.
But she comes again! Right back to the same house to first peek in the maybe only window, to knock on the door, and then to peek again with her mittened hands cupped up by her face and her breath foggy on the window.
Hello, she's here, being a nuisance.
YES!!!
on 2018-11-11 02:01 am (UTC)Someone coming knocking is even more abnormal, because really, anyone he's going to hang around he'll usually seek out himself. What that means though is that he doesn't take long to get to the door, confusion and surprise already upon his face and only some of it leaving when he catches sight of her peering through. He cracks the door open, leaving plenty of space for her to invite herself inside, but otherwise stepping out to her.
"...Yo," He says to her. "If you're looking for something I swear I didn't take it."
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on 2018-11-11 03:10 am (UTC)"I'm looking for you!" she chirps excitedly.
But she doesn't go inside and, instead, lets him come out. "I came before," she admits, "but you weren't here. No one was, and I... Anyway." Worrying about whether or not he had been eaten by anomalies or devoured by the snow is another can of worms. Again, she smiles, this time it's more subdued.
"I came to show you something! It's a surprise!"
(heads up for future threads, the snow is just on the mountain until official winter hits!)
Posted bywow um ignore me and everything!! i confused myself super hard. too amped for snow.
Posted byfff it's all good! :')
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on 2019-02-22 05:32 pm (UTC)One glitter bomb.
On the third day of Friend and For, your Foe gave to you:
A big ole box filled with bugs.]