InsaneJournal

Who: Melinda Harper and Marek Bobbin
Where: their unit in Zeta, in the pillow fort. Tis an epic pillow fort.
When: late evening, several hours after the flip
What: talking, getting out all those feelings
Warnings: feelings


"It was like..." Melinda sighed, trying to think how to put it. "I mean, I definitely knew who you were. You registered as my twin, but when I wasn't directly faced with your existence there was no...suggestion of you being there."

She was laying facedown in a pile of pillows, snuggled warmly in another pile of blankets with Oliver tucked securely under her arm. Marek was close enough that she could feel him there without having to reach out and touch him, although she occasionally did anyway, laying a hand on his arm or leg or back, or grabbing his hand and holding it for awhile with the arm that wasn't holding her teddy bear. The pillows muffled her voice, but the normally-quiet Melinda had been all but silent with the cure, and she needed to talk for awhile. It was funny; six months ago she had hated feelings, such a situation as this right now would have been absolutely appalling. She still didn't like or especially trust feelings, and liked to pretend or wish she didn't have any, but have them she definitely did, and after spending so long unable to have them, this was needed. Running around and screaming had done enough to make her coherent, at least.

"I don't know," she said. Her voice might be muffled, but she was confident Marek could understand her. "I mean, I keep wanting to say the real me was trying to get out, but she wasn't. She couldn't. There was no way to try." She turned her head so she could breathe and was less muffled, because the oxygen part had been getting difficult. "Basically like she was in a very thick lead box. She was there, and I was aware of something there, but anything she was trying to do had literally zero effect on the outside world. Outside world being my mind in this case, I guess."