- (tinieblas) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-05-30 21:03:00 |
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Entry tags: | !ocean's eleven, *log, louis donovan, neil donovan, sam alexander |
Lake Mead: Louis & Neil & Sam
Who: Louis, Neil, Sam
What: I have no effing clue
Where: Lake Mead, Ocean's Eleven
When: Fuzzily nowish
Warnings/Rating: Language, at least. Louis might pull out his catty. IDK.
She felt like shit, yeah? She'd known she would. Even with the new meds running through her veins, she knew she would crash hard. The emotions of the dreams, the fight with Lou, the shit with Mere, getting drunk with Cris, the sex, the shitty end to the evening, all of it. She'd known it would slam into her like a ton of bricks, and she hadn't been wrong.
Sam left Marvel wanting nothing but meds and her bed, and the door opened to let her into the bedroom of the tiny hut she called home. Crowded and small, and Rodin slammed his paw against the floor as soon as he saw her. "Yeah, I know, baby." She crouched, and she scratched his ears. She knew, yeah? She was dangerously close to seizing out right there, all the crowded stuff in the tiny space trails of light, and shit in the corners that wasn't really there. She knew, but she wanted to check on Lou first, yeah? That was more important, because she'd messed up hard. She knew he couldn't deal with stress. She'd hidden being sick, and she'd hidden the park incident with Meredith, and she'd done it because she knew Lou needed quiet. Neil needed quiet too, and now that was all a mess.
She showered quick, and she changed into loose boxers and a white tank-top. Hair wet and bare feet, she left the hut and made the tiny walk toward the closed-in room that she called a boathouse. No makeup, and the circles beneath her eyes were stunning mauve against alabaster skin. She looked fragile, like something small taken down off a shelf too many times and threatening to fall apart. The little corgi at her heels, she stopped in the small gap between house and boathouse, and she looked out at the lake. It was serenity, yeah? Sunny and gorgeous, the water still and bright, and she was going to make this better, she was.
She was going to smile through this, dammit, even if it killed her.