nishka//loki (nishka) wrote in repose, @ 2018-05-11 11:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | *log, frank rook, nishka bariss |
Nish & Frank
Who: Nishka and Frank
What: After this; Nish is dealing with things the way she always does. With whiskey.
Where: the Cat
When: Friday night.
Warnings/Rating: low? (much drinking. very alcohol.)
Four shots of James’ favourite whiskey, and Nish wasn’t even close to done. Earlier, she’d considered just asking them to leave the bottle, but decided it was probably best they didn’t.
The trouble was, while at first seeing James’ disembodied spirit following her around had unnerved her, it had become a sort of comfort for her. Knowing he was there with her, even if she couldn’t touch him or speak to him, he was still there. But what she hadn’t considered, what Aiden had told her, was that his being there for her had been damaging him. That after a while, his spirit would become corrupted, changed. And he wouldn’t be James anymore, but something…else. And that something else would keep following her. No longer a comfort, but a nightmare. Fortunately, that process hadn't yet begun when Aiden finally helped him move on, and for that she was grateful.
She had a lot to unpack from that experience though, a lot of emotions to pull apart and file in the right places in her brain and in her heart. Guilt that she’d been the anchor keeping him around, making him feel as if he couldn’t move on. Heartache, fresh loss and mourning, now that he was really gone for good this time. Gone on to…whatever was next. Love, so strong that it hurt, an intense and desperate ache for something she could no longer have. Joy, that he’d finally found his peace. Gratitude for the last few minutes they’d been granted together.
And yes, anger. She’d asked him, directly, who had killed him, and he’d refused to answer. She knew he knew who it was, but instead he’d kept it to himself, hoping she would let it go and move on. But all it had done was give her renewed focus and drive to finally find the bastard who did it.
'Thanks a lot, babe.'
She nodded to the bartender and he poured her another, which she knocked back without hesitation, letting the glass fall back to the bar as she slipped back into her brooding thoughts.