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Momoko / Amatsu-Mikaboshi [天津甕星] ([info]obakemono) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-09-06 21:32:00

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Entry tags:mikaboshi, odin

Who: Mo & Mr. Gregory.
What: Hearing things, seeing things, are we surprised? Not very!
Where: Pierce's tower.
When: After 11.
Warnings: Doubtful!



The moon oozed onto the ground like miracle glop, blurring the gray-tar speckles of spit-gum stains on the dirty concrete; high-lighted faces and implacable phantoms shuffled and shambled outside behind the wretched glass. An army of skeletal enemies were without word or mold. Every flash of a piece of skin was a suspect. With every movement writhed an instinct to lash out. How she had remained calm, sane, and gathered this entire shift was divine, certainly. Questions, questions about the unfeeling, telling stiffness in her spirit or the band aids. Those bright, fucking pink band aids with unspoiled, grinning cats on her knuckles. Lying was, once again, now embroiled in her nature.

An ever evolving landscape of cuts and bruise, evil she never seemed to be able to heal long enough to become whole, either emotionally or physically. The curse of the cursed. Vainly attempting to find a wound only to collect another one. She was a universe of tailored esoterica and scarred constellations. The costume hid the stars and black holes. She appeared fine, entirely fine, if a bit lacking in color, or sleep, or emotion, or feeling, or ...

After work she hadn't even stopped home to change, the waitressing garb of the coffin dance society stayed in her funeral pink and jeans, hoody, and by now running make up. There were a few scratches on her face, not the thin distinct lines one would fetch from an animal, but rather appearing the flat, indistinguishable sort of either self-inflicted or from another human being. She'd been seeing things in the mirror, after all. Irremovable things... but they'd thankfully stopped showing.

Knock-knock-knock


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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-07 11:29 am UTC (link)
Pierce was tired. It wasn't often that he let himself feel drained - because there was always something to do - but now the weariness was starting to sink in. This was due to him forcing the day to have more than 24 hours because he had to get all of his work done, he had to attend numerous meetings, he had to sit by Olivia's hospital bed and wait for her to wake up. That last one was the most important, and where a good chunk of his time had gone. Sleep? He'd sleep when he was dead. Or actually, no. He wouldn't even sleep then.

He had just put the tea kettle on the stove and was rummaging through the cupboard deciding which box of imported flavor would be best (probably the vanilla chai) when he heard the knock. Quickly, he went to go answer the door, pulling it open and waving Momo instead with a grand gesture and closing it behind her. She didn't pack much for an overnight visit, did she?

"Don't worry, I have an extra toothbrush - what happened here?" he asked, holding her chin to study to the faint lines. "You really did try to scratch it off. Hmm. I didn't even bother. If I had taken a pair of gardening shears to the viking beard, I would have mangled my face. Ah, well...come in and have a seat anywhere."

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-07 08:44 pm UTC (link)
The rebellion against a cemetery instinct to startle when he'd touched her was ice cold and an arduous battle, but, like all things dead and only here visiting, the stonewall ghost and her veil for a face remained just as dried out and hollow. No emotion showcased a portrait in the midnight gallery macabre. Corpse lather 'n Coffin grease collection still in tact. The only thing that perspired was her black heart.

"Viking beard?" the dagger of her chin loosened from the grave of his grasp and fled nicely from it like a black kitten having its fill of the moons attention. She couldn't help it, he made her smile. She'd abducted his wrist for a moment to move it away from her, though funeral light. "You already have a pedigree of facial hair," and then passed him quietly into the tower, having let go, shuffle of tomb leaves. She turned around once she was farther, hand perching on the shave of her hip. "What do you think it means, Mr. Gregory?"

Mr. Gregory was always a symptom of a looming bad mood.

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-08 11:57 am UTC (link)
"I do, on occasion, but the beard was ridiculous," Pierce replied as he headed back into the kitchen. He was still within talking distance and she could see him as well, through the glassless window. "I was waiting for a few midgets to pop out of there. Maybe the Holy Grail."

The tea kettle came off of the stove as it whistled at him. "What kind of tea do you want, love? And I'm not sure what it means yet, Ms. Momo." Pierce was well aware that the Mr. Gregory title meant the Princess of Darkness was feeling even more morbid than usual. He would attempt to elevate her mood at least a wee tad. The lack of sleep probably wasn't helping her either. "Depends on what you believe. You could be of the opinion of the other residents - that there's something in the air making you see things - or you could believe that it's the work of something else."

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-08 06:40 pm UTC (link)
Definitely the lack of sleep. Odd things were happening in her mind... because...

Something must be a bit off, here, some funerary shroud must have been sundered by a few hundred hungry talons. A brush-footed butterfly is rapping its shadow wings on the wrong steel chamber door. A charred and ruined city is finally crumbling to pieces. Momoko is laughing and she is laughing with her bone-white hand over her mouth, as if, if anyone were to see or hear it, they'd be cursed. They'd get a phone call in seven days informing them they're doomed to die.

It was the mention of the midgets...

"Surprise me with the tea." the bad moon rising said to the bearded comedy mask. "And I think it's, I think it's something else. It's just me, I'm dead." she spoke in all absolute seriousness and in bright black contrast to her earlier, light-hearted laughter.

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-08 10:00 pm UTC (link)
Ah, the sound of Mo laughing! It was like wind chimes clanging together on Satan's front porch. He was pleased to hear such a rare sound, however, and he chuckled a little too as he picked the box of chamomile tea. That particular type was soothing, and good for dealing with insomnia. His eyebrow quirked, a show of amusement as he poured hot water into the two mugs, letting the tea steep. Momo was dead, really? That was news to him. He saw dead people all the time, and she wasn't one. This wasn't The Sixth Sense. No twist ending.

"You seem plenty alive to me," he stated. "Or did that have some sort of double meaning?"

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-08 11:19 pm UTC (link)
"That's questionable. Depending on your definition of dead." said the spook, marionetting over to a chair where she flumped down like a cropped dangle-doll once suspending by a wire. "Lately I'm not feeling very alive at all." her purse in an uncharacteristic irony of her demeanor, was the shape of a grinning bear. The stuffed victim full of the only things she needed -- money and chapstick -- was tossed insensately onto the table with her bruised hand. A burst of violet like a tattooed flower, it looked so immaculate.

"I think I'm very tired, or ... confused. I'm talking more and I don't care. I think I'm talking so I won't hear anything. When it's quiet, that's when I hear it..."

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-09 12:41 am UTC (link)
"Alright, so you told me what you heard...but do you see anything? Besides the mask," Pierce clarified as he carried the mugs of tea toward his guest. It was nice having her over. Honestly, the tower seemed really empty most of the time. It was too big for one person but he thought he would have enjoyed the solitude more than he actually did.

When he reached over to hand her the mug, he did a double take at the sight of the ugly bruises. "For fuck's sake, what happened?" he asked, setting down his own mug and taking her hand immediately, to look at the damage. Lots of injuries these days. "Next time wear brass knuckles," he advised as he gave Momo her hand back.

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-09 04:21 am UTC (link)
Giving him answers inspired a crawl and sudden sinking feeling in the carrion pits of her stomach. It was when somebody expressed caring about her that she was slapped the most into silence and awe... withering into her chair like a demising flower, or the defunct love affair of a moth and a butterfly at midnight. The bruise he'd had captive a while was recoiled to its mistress of the black and bare, covered by the other, as if him not seeing it might pardon an explanation.

"I had to hit someone." the night sky said to the smile on the moon. A sigh righted and clarified her addled thoughts, which were growing more and more so dim as a veil on a witches grave. "I see things... out of the corner of my eye. They don't look human."

In a rare display of emotion, her eyes ran away and hid inside of the tea water.

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-09 11:52 am UTC (link)
Well, obviously Mo had to hit someone. Or something. But rather than demand answers, Pierce just sighed, perching on the arm of the sofa beside the chair she sunk down into. The mug was picked back up, hands curled around the ceramic, and he took a sip of tea - ahh, the scent of soothing chamomile.

He gave her a moment, as if relishing the emotion she actually let herself exhibit for once. "They're ghosts or spirits, perhaps?" he asked casually, shifting his icy blue gaze toward her face.

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-09 06:34 pm UTC (link)
Was he actually stalking this with an open mind? Wasn't he supposed to say she was having an episode? That's what the bright white room is for, people who see things and hear them ... the things that aren't there. They can't be real. They shoved the fact that nothing is real down her throat for agonizing after agonizing year.

With eyes vast as the expanse of the uncharted territories of the moon, miniaturizing the brown in them, they could have very well been mistaken for bleeding out, blending in with whatever faint light there was, the white of her wide eyes. She was staring up at him unable to determine if he was entertaining her or being serious... that was his serious look, wasn't it?

"Why are they coming for me?"

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-09 06:55 pm UTC (link)
Pierce inhaled a sharp breath, trying to think of the best way to phrase this. He believed Mo, of course he did, because things of the supernatural variety were his forte - a hidden talent, of sorts. Most people wouldn't want to contemplate the notion that the mesmerizing images they saw on Ghost Hunters or in the movies were actually real and not just entertainment. Even if they did believe, some foolish ones would attempt to exploit such a gift. Pierce didn't believe in that. He knew what he could do, and he would do it only if necessary.

"Because you have a gift," he said as a matter-of-fact. "No one knows why it happens, or how. But it happens." He took another sip of tea, remaining calm. "They won't hurt you."

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-09 07:31 pm UTC (link)
If there was one person still alive which the black lace puppet could trust with all the shredded wires and loose ends of her often bewildered, broken mind, the Akuma knew it was Pierce... it was just hard to stomach trusting somebody. Perhaps he knew the symptom of her unsaid devotion, her secret pain that turned numb and shriveled like a curdled petal, was simply evidenced in her resistance to demonstrate, or to say it.

There was a drafty, tall pause, where teeth had trapped her tongue between their knuckles and pulverized so gently. How did he know all of this? The tea mug was abandoned onto the floor after she reclaimed her eyes from its fragrant and flowery waters.

"How do you know all of this?" she leaned up slightly to sit on her knees. She wanted to see his face up close when he answered.

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-09 08:15 pm UTC (link)
He twisted around slightly, leaning over to set his own tea mug onto the end table by the couch. But then he faced the girl again - he knew what her life had been like, both before and after the tragic death of her father, and he also knew that casting her into a pit of darkness (where she believed she rightfully belonged) wasn't a fate he would choose for her. If his practice as a Medium had taught him anything it was that weighing a soul to evaluate the amounts of good and bad was a complicated process. And it wasn't his job.

"I've had some experience with this," Pierce said, one hand reaching up to scratch at the facial scruff he often sported. "A few decades of experience, I should say." Seeing dead people was common practice for him now. Sometimes it unnerved him, just how used to it he was, but he wasn't dead. And he had a life to lead regardless.

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-09 08:42 pm UTC (link)
The yuki-no-onna surveyed him a while as if he were the brand new, unruffled snow lounging on a hazardous terra incognita. It wasn't that Wōđanaz had been dishonest with her, just that he hadn't mentioned this before... probably because she hadn't ever been seeing things and feeling whispers in the limbs of shadows scent on her ankles like hungry cats.

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" underneath the calm exterior of the question, lay a demand to know that was brittle... she'd be able to comprehend why. That question, no, she scratched it out of the bark with a dagger to reconfigure it. "You could've told--"

Out of the corner of her eye, speak of the devil, a tall figure whipped itself behind the threshold of an alcove before she could see it fully. Surprisingly, the demoness startled and abducted his arm instantly, and hard. "Did you see!"

... a demon afraid of demons?

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-09 09:07 pm UTC (link)
"To be fair, love, I haven't even told my son," Pierce confessed with a shrug of one shoulder. "It's not something I bring up in conversation, and I never wanted to frighten him. Never wanted to frighten you either." And that was the truth. He just couldn't go around announcing that he communicated with dead folks; that would be rather silly of him to do so. "But now, I just don't want you to be af - "

When the tall, spidery demon appeared and disappeared (curiously, it resembled Slenderman. That thing was fucking creepy), Pierce reached over and covered her hand with his own, as if to reassure her. "I saw it," he nodded. "Though it seems kind of shy. A ghost would stick around to steal some of the grilled cheese I'll make. Ghosts are deceased humans, that wasn't of earthly origin."

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-09 10:05 pm UTC (link)
"Wasn't of earthly origins?" the black lotus sizzled on repeated waters, mostly without realizing she'd done so. It was such a stunning thing he'd just said; dismantling. Her mouth stayed opened in wonder. The meaning escaping her, a passing bullet train on the rickety line of an old haunted subway. "Wasn't of earthly origins?" this time, the words let go of his arm, of his hand, slunk away and out of the haven of the comfortable couch. Standing tall, though only because he sat and she was up staring down at him like a sorceress her stove, the uncertainly in her traveling eyes -- every corner, nook, cranny of the room -- was obvious.

"What's that even mean? What is it then? I don't expect you to always have the answers... I don't expect you to always help me or to help me at all, you've done too much for me as it is in my life, way too much, and had too many answers for me already. But if you can... tell something like that, why can't you tell why it's happening..."

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-09 11:18 pm UTC (link)
Pierce shushed her quietly, or tried to, while he remained sitting on the edge of the couch. He held her arms, just in case she got the crazy idea that she was going to run out of the room or chase that fleeting spirit. Trying to explain this would be difficult, but he would try. He owed her that much, at least.

"I talk to ghosts," he began, looking at her seriously as if they were just discussing the weather. "I see them everywhere, all the time, just as they look when they died. Most are not at peace because a lot of ghosts have so much unfinished business on Earth. A ghost is sort of stuck. A spirit, however, has already passed on to the next realm. That's the difference."

He glanced in the direction of the shadowy figure, the way it had gone. "And a demon is just...more mythological. It was never human. As for why it's happening, I don't know. It wanted to get your attention somehow. Do you still hear the prayers to the lord of death?"

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-10 12:50 am UTC (link)
Was he being serious? The crease in the geisha's usually softened, emotionlessly white brow sought to hauntingly punctuate a fleeting question she couldn't articulate with her mouth; didn't have the right words. The secret cemetery code. The words decayed too soon... he was, this was serious. The bony fingers as nicely as possible brushed away what remnants of his clinging to her for stability remained, not wanting to be touched while answering his question.

"I do." the words finally had their wedding in her pressing mouth, out into the dark environment softly as smoke over a battlefield, raised her chin, was that defensively? "Not at the moment. When they pray it's as if they're praying to me, does that make sense? Can't you tell them to leave if you see them?"

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-10 01:03 am UTC (link)
"Of course it makes sense. You didn't forget who you were talking to, did you?" Pierce asked, chuckling as he folded his arms across his chest, surveying the Queen of the Damned. "I'm sure I could tell them that but they're praying to you so why don't you tell them to leave?" He hadn't performed any exorcisms yet - he wasn't a priest, after all - but if Momo became possessed he could probably handle it in a pinch. "I bet they would listen to you."

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-10 01:10 am UTC (link)
"I will then, next time." perceiving that the crossing of his arms had meant he was aiming to somehow make fun of her, she intersected hers as well. The carnation pink waitressing uniform obscured by them save for a namesake.'"When I see them or hear them..." the black hearses of her eyes drove around a few devil curves of his haunted house, upward, downward, winding corners, nothing was around... all as slow as honey descending the wall of a coffin, she glanced back to him then.

"I'll tell them to bother you instead." her smile was somehow sinister, victorious, and sweet.

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-10 01:20 am UTC (link)
The Allfather rolled his piercing blues in response, standing back upright and heading to the kitchen to rinse out his tea mug. "What is this, a battle of ghostly wits? Very few things bother me, sweetheart," he said airily, passing by Momo and giving her a kiss on the top of her inky black hair just because she would probably twitch over it. Silly girl. He saw people walking down the street riddled with bullet holes or gaping wounds featured prominently on their throats - all in a day's work. "You keep your spirits away from me and I'll do the same for you."

"Do you really want grilled cheese?" he asked as he turned on the water in the sink. "Or do you think you could finally get some sleep now that you know more about the underworld?"

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-10 01:43 am UTC (link)
Few things bothered him? But he knew what bothered her, didn't he? The affection had made darknesses concubine flinch and tense, but it was a short lived hex that didn't have an affect for much longer once she'd caught it. Her chin followed his pathway into the kitchen, over her shoulder, until she had to turn fully around to face where he'd headed. "Do I get to sleep in your bed?" she'd asked, initiating a slow puppet waltz to catch up with him, though hadn't thought about how it sounded until...

"Not with you in it."

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-10 03:41 am UTC (link)
He laughed - a genuine sound of surprised guffawing - as he dried off the mug with a dish towel. "Why would you want to sleep in my bed?" he asked rhetorically. "You don't know what I've been doing in there." Well, clearly nothing lately, but that was probably obvious. Nothing exciting anyway - more like sitting up reading, doing work, or worrying that someone was going to get punched or shot in the face again. Damn kids.

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-10 04:15 am UTC (link)
An opportunity for midnight to make fun of mystery? You better believe she was going to swipe it up thirstily as pure souls at the epicenter of the devil's red hot poker table. The shadow maiden sauntered over to him the way a witch does confident of magic and bone casting, dispatching a smile and a perching her hand on the hew of her pink carnation hip. The waitressing outfit made all this the merrier; her being so grim, yet wearing an innocent color so nicely.

"Sure I do." said she, slenderizing her dark gaze. The smile pressed at the side of her mouth. "Reading about all the things other people do in their beds, since nothing happens in yours."

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-10 12:03 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, you're just precious, sweetheart. Absolutely precious," Pierce grumbled, scrunching up his nose as if offended. He wasn't really. "Maybe I should listen to Alex and go on a date sometime this century," he added, but there was basically no way in Hell that was happening anytime soon. There weren't enough hours in the day and if people were going to make a habit of living in the hospital, so would he.

He glanced over at the Pretty Pretty Princess in Pink and raised an eyebrow. "If you're sleeping in my bed you're certainly not sleeping in that." Plus, it just looked mighty uncomfortable and he wouldn't mind giving her something - she could probably swim in one of his t-shirts.

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-10 07:23 pm UTC (link)
Death looked down at her petal-maidens waitressing uniform at first confused -- why couldn't she sleep in this? -- she'd slept in far more uncomfortable attire and not just that, in places worse and beds made out of cemented graves. The Akuma had even kept it tidy, free of the obligatory benediction of grease, or the sticky kiss of ketchup and ranch. At length the shadow dancing eyes waltzed back up to him. "Then what am I sleeping in?" blood on the moon asked sweat on the sword.

"Weren't you supposed to teach me fencing?" the black hoody she'd been wearing was finally being shifted off by a straight-jacket writhe, a shrug, and her slinging it onto a nearby chair. "I can't believe you see ghosts..."

Suddenly, her thoughts leapt to an ugly memory underneath the moon...

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-10 07:39 pm UTC (link)
"I'm sure we can find something, so don't worry about that," Pierce said assuredly. If Elaine was still around he would have given Momo something that would have actually fit better but swimming in a t-shirt still seemed to be a better alternative than her work clothes.

He tilted his head a bit, smiling at the barrage of inquiries. "Wednesday nights, right? I have it in my schedule so I'm ready for you, my dear. As for the second statement, yes, I do. I always have." But it was then he noticed a change in her demeanor, and it was his turn to ask a question. "What's wrong?"

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-10 08:38 pm UTC (link)
For longer than she would have liked them to, her eyes remained transfixed on no particular detail or edge of his illuminated mausoleum here, in the harsh light of the kitchen. A few times the breath inspired to let the boat of her words set sail was lodged in her throat by the garrote wire of being out of the habit of explaining. Of course, she was juggling the thought of ghosts... her mother, her father... her life was scattered with the gray, hot ash of dead souls.

Why was it she saw unearthly things? No spirits.

"Nothing..." the word was a little white lie, intersecting her bare forearms across the sepulcher of her narrow torso as if to preserve a warmth she hardly felt any longer. Why was she being so stubborn? The lack of sleep loosened her tongue, sinking the ship. She explained finally. "My dad."

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-10 08:47 pm UTC (link)
Ah. Well then. Pierce knew this would come up eventually. Perhaps now was the time?

But not right now. She needed to sleep first, take time to digest everything - it was during sleep the brain worked through problems. And while none of her problems would in fact be solved overnight the fact remained that she was a run-down and exhausted young girl, fresh off a tiring shift at the diner.

"We'll talk about that later," he promised. "After you sleep." In the master bedroom, apparently, but he would give it up for a night if it meant that she would get a few good REM cycles in, and he turned to walk with her toward the hallway.

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-10 09:03 pm UTC (link)
There was a resistance... an urge to ask him why it had to be later, but honestly? She wanted it to be never. Nothing choked her senses, uplifted her usual numbness for a spar with fleeting feeling, plunged the dagger farther into her already aching marrow than mention of that. And thus, she followed after him with a sigh on her lips rather than words. It was an unspoken agreement to comply with his request.

"You're staying here, right?" she'd asked flatly, skewering any need for him to be around from how she'd phrased it. Why in Yomi would she want him to know that him being around or in the same vicinity was a comfort factor? He probably knew anyway, without her having to say it... he wasn't stupid. "You'll be somewhere in the house while I sleep?" If I sleep..

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-10 09:21 pm UTC (link)
If Momo forgot about the issue and never brought it up again, Pierce certainly wouldn't mind. He would talk about it when she was ready, if she was ready. Until then, he would wait patiently and he decided all of this on the way toward The End of Her Insomnia.

"Yes, of course," Pierce nodded as they approached the master bedroom, and he flipped on the light switch. The bathroom was connected to the room so she could always leave a night light on in there too if she wanted. There was an extra toothbrush in there as well. "I'm just down the hall. I won't go anywhere, I promise, " he said as he opened a dresser drawer and tossed her a shirt she could swim in, just in case. Really, she needed to sleep.

"Go to sleep, love, remember that they don't control you - you control them." The shadowy figures, of course. Then he hugged her briefly, a gentle squeeze. It was caring, but not smothering. Now he would let her rest.

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-15 08:27 pm UTC (link)
AND THEN THEY HAVE SEX

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-15 08:34 pm UTC (link)
LAWD HAMERCY!

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[info]obakemono
2010-09-15 09:07 pm UTC (link)
OHHHH MR. GREGORY ME LOVE YOU LOOOOONG TIME.

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[info]the_allfather
2010-09-15 09:09 pm UTC (link)
NEVER SPEAK OF THIS AGAIN.

IT'S LIKE WE'VE BEEN ERASED...FROM EXISTENCE.

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