ezra galloway (fractures) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-07-02 19:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [07] july, emilie galloway, ezra galloway |
Who: Emilie and Ezra
Where: their place
What: bad things
When: just after this
Ezra had witnessed what happened with the dogs. Witnessed what Emilie had done with the dogs. He needed to be honest with himself. She’d done that. She’d taken someone, and fucking fed them alive to practically feral dogs. Emilie. His sister. His twin. The most important person in his entire fucking universe, and he didn’t even recognize her anymore.
He didn’t think she’d noticed him - then again he was pretty sure she was too enthralled with her own savagery to notice anything but that. He’d not alerted her to his presence at all, and he was pretty damn good at not being spotted when he didn’t want to be.
He’d gone back to their ‘home’, and taken a long look around. It wasn’t a home. It had been, sort of, once upon a time. When they’d first got there, when Emilie had tried very hard to make the place feel ‘homey’, as she put it. She’d gotten furniture for them, she’d painted things brighter colors to help push back the oppressive dark outside the train car’s door. She’d put effort in to make it feel welcoming, at least to them.
And it was a hole now. Everything was run down, half broken or just trashed off in a corner. Some of it was from her fits. Her more and more epic fits as she fell farther into addiction. As he watched her slip farther and farther away.
Sitting down on ‘his’ side of the mattress, he found the stub of an old carpenter’s pencil again, and he carefully added another word to the wall above where he laid his head at night.