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Luke Henry is cursed to live for (aneternity) wrote in rooms,
@ 2015-04-15 21:39:00

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!marvel comics, *log, jack corvus, luke henry, wren henry

quicklog, marvel: luke & wren & jack
Who: Luke, Wren, Jack
What: Visits.
Where: Luke & Wren's house.
When: Nowish.
Warnings/Rating: Probably none.

[Evenings were quiet.

Gus was glad to be back at school, and he'd finished his homework (if what an almost six-year-old brought home could be called homework) and was now curled up in front of the TV, using Finch as a pillow. Being around other kids, it helped. Luke was glad for that. Maybe he and Wren weren't better yet, but they were getting there; each day was progress. That was what he told himself, anyway. But Gus and Lia were fine, and that mattered. The house was safe. He'd tested it, actually, gone outside and established a perimeter, invisible lines that somehow kept the dead at bay. It didn't really make sense, he knew that, but he figured it was all in his head and so the lack of logic didn't surprise him. He'd kind of accepted it, that maybe he'd come back from Silent Hill a little crazy. He could live with it, whether or not it went away.

Still, he was kind of glad Jack was coming over instead of them meeting somewhere. He could do it, he knew he could, but it'd be his first time seeing his friend since Silent Hill and somewhere safe seemed like the best place for that to happen.

Texting first was a good idea. Wren wouldn't get startled that way, he thought, and he remembered what'd happened when Evie came over; he hoped things went a little smoother this time. And since there was no doorbell, just a text, Luke let her know that Jack was here before getting up to open the door.]

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quicklog: wren, luke, jack

vivreencore
2015-04-16 03:55 am UTC (link)

[Jack knew a thing or two about the dead and how they followed. He had never gone the extra mile to draw lines to hold them back, however. The dead he saw were typically the friendly kind, if not always welcome.

He hadn't seen Luke or Wren since Silent Hill. Afterward, everyone had splintered, and things still weren't quite back together again the way they'd been before. The last few years had been uphill for everyone, but that door had been different, drawing out the other nightmares in ways that made them even more difficult to shake. In a way it had just deepened old wounds rather than create new ones, get them bleeding all at once, fresh and immediate.

He didn't see Helen much anymore. She'd been around consistently after Silent Hill, sitting on the kitchen counter, washing up in the bathroom. Now, though, he only saw her sometimes - out of the corner of his eye, at the end of the street. He knew it was a good thing. It didn't even sadden him to see her go, this time.

He didn't know what state Luke and Wren were in these days. He knew Thomas had been involved in getting Luke back on his feet, but he didn't know how, or what state Wren was in. 'Better,' Luke said. In Silent Hill she'd been nonverbal. Hopefully, 'better' was a marked improvement.

Jack did text before he knocked, though he honestly didn't expect it to matter as much to Luke as he did - he simply didn't want to arrive unannounced. When Luke opened the door, it was a relief to see him looking healthy and relatively pulled together. Time would tell.

For his part, Jack seemed roughly the same. He'd been sleeping better after working days hauling boxes, and the tiny place he'd found might not be glamorous, but it did have a shower that worked. He wore the same dark jeans and long-sleeved shirt he always had, and if he was the worse for wear, it wasn't physically visible. On the other hand, signs of violence and fatigue didn't show on him the way they used to.

There was no hesitation when Luke opened the door. He smiled a little, and gave his friend a brief, strong hug as a greeting.] Luke.

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Re: quicklog: wren, luke, jack

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2015-04-16 05:09 am UTC (link)

[Wren was really, really bad with sounds.

Loud sounds, sharp sounds, unexpected sounds, sounds, sounds. Things startled her, and it took her hours and years to get herself back together. Out from the closet, and the kids had started to think it was a game. Dead children hiding beneath yards of dresses and pants, and Gus always said the clothes were curtains. Lia was happy just to be climbing on the people she loved, the binky in her mouth and constantly falling out between the words of her cheerful baby babble.

But Luke knew, and he told her Jack was coming, and so the knock was something she was ready for when it came.

Wren was at the top of the stairs, Lia on her hip. Pajama pants in cream, something vintage from the 20s and a matching top without sleeves, and the baby pulled the binky from her mouth and waved at the man with the dark hair. It didn't matter that Lia didn't know Jack well, if at all. She was friendly, the baby.

The little dead boy peeked over the back of the couch, and Wren smiled. She hadn't seen Jack in forever, and she didn't count the bad door as seeing. But her smile was warm; anyone who hugged Luke like that, right away and without hesitation, could stay, as far as Wren was concerned.]