I can hear them screaming; Dione Castel (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} audiomorbid) wrote in ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} nosuchplace,@ 2009-04-24 21:00:00 |
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Tuesday; December 25 2007
Who: Dione (&Dexter) and Sheldon
When: Christmas Day, afternoon December 25th
Where: Dione's Cottage
What: Sheldon, realizing he hasn't seen Dione in a few days, decides to drop in on the medium and make sure she's still alive.
Dione hadn't gotten any better overnight. Instead, she seemed to shrink into herself further as the night wore on until by morning she truly seemed a shadow of herself. She refused to get out of bed, previously she had at least wandered about her home, not trying to go anywhere, but at least she was out of bed. It seemed even that had been abandoned in favor of simply remaining in one place.
Dexter had given up talking to her as she wasn't answering him anymore. Nothing, hours upon hours of silence only broken by the sound of her breathing. At least she was still breathing, that was one small favor. Though he did find himself wondering if this might not all be easier if his sister did die. It was a line of thinking he squashed quickly, but it kept coming back. Would things be better if they were both dead instead of one of them being dead and the other alive? He loved her. He wanted what was best for her. He would not condone that course of action.
It was afternoon, the wane sunlight of water was filtering through the windows to throw patterns on the floor. The light would start to fade into darkness soon. Another night of her alone in this house, another night of her curled up in a pathetic ball. Perhaps the only thing making it truly bearable for him was the fact she wasn't crying anymore. It hurt worse when she cried because he wanted nothing more than to make her not cry anymore. He wanted her to be happy again. Anything to make her happy again. If things continued this way, he might have to go find Irei and see if he could convince Sascha to come roust her out of her bed.
Sad that he needed someone else to help him, but when stuck with being an incorporeal ghost, one took whatever help was available. He was slightly surprised by the sound of someone coming up to the door. Dione didn't have visitors at home. Who was this and why were they here? And better, would they be enough to get her out of bed?
Who: Dione (&Dexter) and Sheldon
When: Christmas Day, afternoon December 25th
Where: Dione's Cottage
What: Sheldon, realizing he hasn't seen Dione in a few days, decides to drop in on the medium and make sure she's still alive.
Dione hadn't gotten any better overnight. Instead, she seemed to shrink into herself further as the night wore on until by morning she truly seemed a shadow of herself. She refused to get out of bed, previously she had at least wandered about her home, not trying to go anywhere, but at least she was out of bed. It seemed even that had been abandoned in favor of simply remaining in one place.
Dexter had given up talking to her as she wasn't answering him anymore. Nothing, hours upon hours of silence only broken by the sound of her breathing. At least she was still breathing, that was one small favor. Though he did find himself wondering if this might not all be easier if his sister did die. It was a line of thinking he squashed quickly, but it kept coming back. Would things be better if they were both dead instead of one of them being dead and the other alive? He loved her. He wanted what was best for her. He would not condone that course of action.
It was afternoon, the wane sunlight of water was filtering through the windows to throw patterns on the floor. The light would start to fade into darkness soon. Another night of her alone in this house, another night of her curled up in a pathetic ball. Perhaps the only thing making it truly bearable for him was the fact she wasn't crying anymore. It hurt worse when she cried because he wanted nothing more than to make her not cry anymore. He wanted her to be happy again. Anything to make her happy again. If things continued this way, he might have to go find Irei and see if he could convince Sascha to come roust her out of her bed.
Sad that he needed someone else to help him, but when stuck with being an incorporeal ghost, one took whatever help was available. He was slightly surprised by the sound of someone coming up to the door. Dione didn't have visitors at home. Who was this and why were they here? And better, would they be enough to get her out of bed?