Jericho (josephwilson) wrote in crownplazaic, @ 2021-02-11 23:33:00 |
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Joey hadn’t expected to see his sister’s name show up on the network when he’d opened up his phone that evening. It was as if he’d made some mental divide in which he’d decided that the batfamily or random villains could show up but his own sister remained a complete impossibility. She was supposed to be at home healing and whatever other things he’d dreamed up and decided were reality about their time apart. It was silly in retrospect because she’d never been the sort of person to have someone else’s thoughts about her determine anything so why would now have been any different? It was still shocking, though, to see her name flash on his screen and then see her confusion at the thought of his presence. It had taken Joey most of their back and forth exchange to realize that she wasn’t just giving him the cold shoulder for what he’d done. She really didn’t remember anything that he did. Even as he sent a last message to say that he was going to come find her, it hadn’t quite sunk in that he was going to see a different Rose. There was still some piece of him that anticipated that her head hitting the ground had shaken a few memories out of order. After all, it wasn’t as if anything she was saying didn’t have the potential to align somewhere. They’d always been a family with many faults. Still, in his own set of memories, it had been Rose who’d wanted him to stop what he was doing and forgive their father for his trespassing. They’d had some unique fondness reserved for each other. It could have been the fact that his father had always seemed to remember Lillian with more tenderness than Joey’s own mother and that birthright had bestowed a special bond between them that he could never comprehend. Or maybe she’d seen a flash of the future before he’d realized what he was doing and she hadn’t wanted to see the Ikon suit soaked in their family’s blood. All of that rage had gone against everything he’d ever espoused and maybe that had shaken her. It was odd to feel that their roles were reversed now. It was odder still to make his way down the final stair and feel the desire to pause before he entered the lobby. They couldn’t have the warm reunion that he’d so selfishly wanted to absolve himself through and part of him was hung up on what that meant. All the apologies in the world wouldn’t mean a thing to her, but maybe it would mean something if he could be with her in this moment and help make it all make sense to the best of their capacities. So he took a deep breath and headed into the lobby. It was hard, once he was looking directly at her face, not to think of all the hardships they’d been through together and how their dreams had linked together some nights and let them share something that no one else could have ever had. His heart ached at the thought that those things were forgotten now. That, and maybe a bit of a death wish, was what pushed him to hold his arms out slowly to offer an embrace. ‘I missed you.’ He mouthed silently to her. |