And Down Will Come Baby Who: Eileen and Blythe Where: Eileen's Room When: The day after The Break Up and during L's return to Asgard Rating: PG Warning: None Summary: Everything becomes too much for Blythe to handle. With nowhere to go and no one to turn to, she swallows her pride and asks Eileen for guidance. Eileen invites Blythe to her room. The two women share.
Everything was collapsing around her. Every bit of bravery, of logic, of hope, had been stripped from her over the last two weeks.
It had started with the memories. Blythe had been reminded of all the horrible years she'd suffered with her brother and then with strangers. And then the next day, the kidnapping occurred. From the very moment Sal had stepped into the greenhouse, she knew she would regret every second that followed. The guilt was a seed. When she saw Light's aura and felt the barrel of his gun at her temple, that seed began to grow. It never stopped. Roots took hold in corners of her mind that she had thought she'd completely shut out. She'd verbally attacked Ryuzaki. She had cost him so much.
From that day on, all she could hear in the back of her head was her brother's voice, telling her she was worthless, that she was dead weight. That she had no purpose in life save to be sacrificed for some greater good. Being on the pirate ship was good for some reprieve, but his voice never left. It festered to the point that by the time she was on dry land, she'd decided that the best thing for Ryuzaki would be a life without her. The guilt was nearly all-encompassing.
Ryuzaki's reaction had speared her heart. Words could not describe in any way possible how heartless and cruel and evil she felt when she left the room. But it kept spiraling out of control. The enemies of Niflehim continued to goad her, calling her bitch and whore. They kept invading her journals. Ryuzaki disappeared. And on top of that, she and Kain began fighting over one singular misunderstanding. The one man she thought she could talk to became the one man who'd told her to sit in a corner and wait.
At this point, everyone sounded like her brother. Everyone sounded like Tarrigen. Everyone told her she was dead weight. A great weed from the smallest seed.
But then her pride began to ebb away. And through the self-loathing, Blythe realized that other people were indeed reaching out to her. One among them was Eileen.
Blythe had never had friends when she was a child. Arachne was the closest one she'd had, but she was eight years older than her. To have girl talk...well, that was bizarre! But Eileen was a good woman - always had been. She'd offered to be a shoulder for Blythe ever since the beginning. And to not accept that offer, well, Blythe would have to be some kind of idiot.
Before she knew it, Blythe was in front of Eileen's door, a three-digit, even number in her head to sum up the number of steps it'd taken to make it from one room to the other. Trying to contain herself as best she could, Blythe knocked on Eileen's door.