Rae Alghren (prettydeadly) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-11-08 17:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2012 [11] november, rae, silas |
WHO: Rae and Silas
WHAT: Preparing their own memorial. Until EJ decides to make his presence known.
WHERE: The roof of guard building 1.
WHEN: 11/09/19, early evening.
RATING: Medium
If there was anyone in this compound who understood what it felt like to lose someone dear to you, it was Rae. No, Silas hadn't lost his significant other or a family member, but from what she'd seen, Mike was like family to Silas and the Stones. He was Kori's family, but Kori hadn't really wanted to see anyone lately. Rae understood. She hadn't wanted to see anyone immediately after Elliot passed either, but it was still hard, thinking that her best friend was going through this and there was nothing she could do to help her. Then, of course, there was Silas. They'd been spending a lot of time together. A lot more than Rae had expected, which definitely wasn't a bad thing. She enjoyed his company. Talking to him, getting to know him... it reminded her of the person she used to be. Happy-go-lucky, fun-loving Rae who still remembered how to laugh, how to make a joke and make other people laugh. She'd been fading for a while and to know that she was still in there... it was a relief, and a wonderful feeling. And it would stay fun, as long as she was able to ignore that twinge of comfort and feeling in her chest. Now, though. Now that Silas had lost his best friend, Rae's caring, protective side came out. Since the fight with Brandon, since he'd removed her from planning Mike's memorial and Silas had removed himself, they'd been spending more and more time together and Rae couldn't help but be concerned. Repression was a dangerous thing, and in all the time they'd been spending together, she had barely gotten him to speak about his late friend. Tonight, she planned to change that. Even if it was just sharing stories... sometimes opening up helped. Sometimes it cleared the mind, or even just reminded you that not all times you shared with this person were awful. She sat on the roof, gloved hands in the pockets of her coat as she looked at the large rock and few paints she'd managed to get from the store room. This hardly felt like an adequate memorial for someone who'd protected her as much as Mike had, just as the stone and the tree hardly felt appropriate for Elliot. But she had to hope that whatever Brandon had in store that night would do the job a little better. Turning and glancing over her shoulder, she waited for Silas' arrival to get started. This was more for him than for her, after all. She looked back at the table. "I just hope it's enough..." she said to no one. |