Aimee DeScoteaux (fromthehills) wrote in ourtimethreads, @ 2013-07-20 00:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | *july, *narrative, aimee descoteaux, bastian moreau |
Who: Aimee DeScoteaux, with mentions of Bastian Moreau
What: Aimee is trying (and failing) to keep everything together when Bastian falls into a vision.
When: July 19, evening.
Where: The Moreau Their home.
Rating | Status: Not bad, complete.
It all had happened so suddenly. One moment they were just having a date night in the living room when she'd gotten up to get something when Beignets had started going crazy. Barking and hopping around like a mad woman, at first Aimee didn't think much of it. Maybe Bastian had just gotten one of her toys out or something...but then she heard it...a thud and she came racing into the living room to find Bastian out cold on the floor with Beignets barking around him.
"Bastian!" she cried out, dropping the bowl of popcorn she'd gotten and ran over to him sliding down onto her knees near his head. He didn't look injured, just asleep but this wasn't how her Bastian slept. She'd seen this look before, it was the same one he'd had when he'd woken up screaming the night the Yaxleys were murdered. She tried to keep calm and tried to make sure that he hadn't hurt himself when he'd fallen, but honestly, it was hard to focus right now. She wasn't him, she didn't know what she was looking for. "Bastian Bastian ... s'il vous plaît se réveiller!" she pleaded with him as she shook him, knowing all the while it wouldn't do any good, as she saw from the corner of her eye their puppy putting itself between Bastian's feet and the rest of the house, as if she were protecting him. The longer he was out, the more she really started to panic, the more that her mind started to play games on her. Maybe it wasn't like before. Maybe this was something worse, and she started focusing on his chest making sure that it was rising and falling, and suddenly so worried that this was something so much worse. She'd shake him, say his name over and over again, as if trying to beg him to just wake up.
And then he screamed...and it was the Yaxleys all over again. And it shattered her heart into a million pieces. She hesitated for only a moment before she adjusted them both so that she could hold onto him as tight as she could while he twitched and yelled. She was only vaguely aware that she wasn't breathing as she just gripped him tighter and buried her face into the soft curls on top of his head. Aimee wasn't the kind of woman to just break out into tears at any old thing. She wasn't a hard ass either, at least not when she was around Bastian. He'd know her for so long, and he still loved her despite the fact that sometimes she could have that bit of an attitude. But then again, he'd always had this way of just bringing her out of it. With a smile, a hug, or just in all actuality, just being there. Somewhere along the lines they'd gone from him putting her pigtails in ink and her putting itching powder in his robes, to them falling asleep to one another night after night wrapped up in each others arms. It hadn't been perfect always, they'd had their share of problems, especially when they were younger and a bit more silly about things, but...this...each time he grew quiet again she started to hope that maybe he was starting to come out of it, or at least it wasn't something so terrifying and painful as she was imagining it to be.
She felt him scream out again, no idea how many times that was, or how long they'd been there. She just readjusted and held him tight again. "Bastian, s'il vous plaît. Mon amour, s'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît soyez d'accord." she wasn't sure when she'd switched to begging for that instead of "wake up", all she really knew was that tears started rolling down her cheeks again as she waited for this to be over. It had to be over soon...it had to be...he couldn't stay like this forever. Or so she hoped with everything she had. This time when he grew quiet again she didn't loosen her grip, as the guilt that she'd been fighting off settled into her chest. This was her fault...it had to be. If she'd never come over here, he wouldn't be seeing these thing. She'd brought this on her poor Bastian, and she'd never wanted to hurt him. Ever. And here he was in terrible pain...somewhere in the back of her head she knew logically...that his gifts would have figured out a way to develop more, but at the same time...would he have seen such painful things? His gifts never bothered Aimee, she never blamed him, or thought him odd for it. It was quiet the opposite of it. She loved him for it. She loved that it helped him with what he did. She didn't care if he didn't want to talk about it. If he didn't then she wouldn't force him too...but right now she was so shaken that she had no idea what to do, how to help him....she was so at a loss for things that she almost missed his body growing a little more slack.
Aimee still had no idea how long he'd been out, that hours had passed, just that she was relieved that he was waking up from it. She loosened her grip a little bit and kissed the top of his head. "Dieu merci." she breathed relieved that at least this part was over.