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Élan Lot casts (noshadow) wrote in rooms,
@ 2015-09-21 17:23:00

Entry tags:

!dc comics, *journal, *log, death, destiny

"Emily G"
[After this.]

Are you okay?

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	Emily G / Destin R soundofwings 2015-09-21 09:26 pm UTC (link)
	[Curled up in the corner her bed is pushed up against, knees tucked high and hugging her legs to her chest. She sees the comment in the book, but it takes a bit for shaky hands to write back.] no (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: Emily G / Destin R noshadow 2015-09-21 09:29 pm UTC (link)
	Do you want me to come over? [After a pause where he wants to swallow these words, but he wants to attempt to help -] Do you want me to get Ed~~die~~? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: Emily G / Destin R soundofwings 2015-09-21 09:32 pm UTC (link)
	[Instantly.] yes [Her pen rests for a second. She wants to say yes to the second part too, but it's too new and she doesn't want to scare off Eddie. Whereas Destin is her brother and thus required to stick around and not be scared off.] just you please (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

Emily's room: Emily G / Destin R

noshadow
2015-09-21 09:48 pm UTC (link)

Okay.

[That's really all that needed to be said, wasn't it?

A human would have walked, but he was getting better at moving, at concentrating and ending up some place and a whole two seconds later he was standing in front of her door - not in her room, something suggested that appearing in a girl's room (even if she was his sister) was a bad idea. No one really seemed to notice though - too many people coming and going to care about how anyone got there.

He knocked, much like he had on Steph's door.] Hey. It's me. I'm coming in, okay? [Even though the door was locked, it felt like he should tell her so she wouldn't have to get out of the bundle of arms and legs and pillows she'd made out of herself and her bed.

It didn't even take a moment's concentration to get the tumblers in the door to slide in place and open. He stepped through quickly, jeans rasping, no sunglasses but he had a dark hoodie pulled up and over his head , the white of a t-shirt visible at the open collar.] Hey. [He started as he locked the door behind him again and crossed the room to sit on the edge of her bed.]

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Re: Emily's room: Emily G / Destin R

soundofwings
2015-09-22 05:01 am UTC (link)

[It simply wasn't possible for him to know that something had happened, and definitely not enough time had passed for him to know she was involved. At least not in standard sorts of ways. But things were already so past fucked up that she barely questioned how he was at her door so quickly. And maybe she was beginning to realize that he hadn't been joking when he'd said they were "something else". So the few seconds it took him to knock, and the way he slipped in through a door that she clearly remembered locking, she was just going to accept it. What were her other choices? She'd just told a boy he was going to be okay, and he'd died with her touching his forehead, like she'd pulled the life right out of him.

Destin's jokes about zombies were sounding less and less funny. And they weren't that funny to start with.

Maybe they weren't actually jokes.

The hood didn't surprise her when he sat down on the edge of her bed. It seemed right, like not quite being able to see his face was the way it should be - like she should only be able to peer in to catch a glimpse of her brother. The brother that apparently knew everything.]

Hey. Do you know what's going on? [Her voice was rough, as if she'd been the one unable to keep from that uncontrollable, terrifying laughter.]

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Re: Emily's room: Emily G / Destin R

noshadow
2015-09-24 03:36 pm UTC (link)

[He knew that he wasn't good at this - at comfort - but he tried even though he usually did the wrong thing. It wasn't for a lack of caring and maybe that just made it a bit more bearable.

But did he know?

Like he knew what he was bad at, he knew her position, how close she was to him, what she was wearing, that her voice was hoarse from emotion rather than laughter. He knew, too, what had happened and that it wasn't abnormal, it was normal in a horrifying way and came with the sense that while it was normal, it was dreadfully wrong.]

Yes. [Said slowly, like the air hissing out of a tire.] And no. Mostly yes. [The phone again and the constant influx of information about everything going on in the world - and maybe saying that they were 'something else' was a dramatic understatement of cosmic proportions. He shifted his body so he was facing her, even though he couldn't see her and stretched out an arm for a hug if she wanted it, his hand if she wanted that instead.]

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Re: Emily's room: Emily G / Destin R

soundofwings
2015-09-25 03:33 pm UTC (link)

[Of course he knew. Even if there was some question there, he "mostly" knew, and that made sense to her. She wasn't surprised.] Are you going to tell me? [Voice still rough and quiet, it didn't stop her from unfolding from her corner and crawling forward on her small dorm bed to get closer to him. She knew that he didn't usually offer comfort like this, but she also knew that she needed it. She stopped close enough to be able to lean in, to tuck herself against his side by that outstretched arm.

And breathed out.]

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Re: Emily's room: Emily G / Destin R

noshadow
2015-09-28 12:08 am UTC (link)

[She breathed out - and it was wrong, on some fundamental level, like smelling flowers in the middle of the ocean. His own side was still against hers, but he wasn't holding his breath - he simply wasn't breathing.] Do you want to know? [He could see, in that way that required no vision, what her answer would be and all the things that would happen after she did. His hand settled on her shoulder in a loose grip.]

Are you sure, Em?

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Re: Emily's room: Emily G / Destin R

soundofwings
2015-09-29 01:45 pm UTC (link)

[The stillness should have bothered her. He was her brother, and that meant that he should be breathing as he sat next to her. ...didn't it?

But no, she already knew that answer. And the answer to what else was going on. Maybe not completely, but she was beginning to know. So she shook her head at his question.] No. [Her voice was soft and she kept tucked against his side, tipping her head to lean it on his shoulder.] Not just yet. [Because there was something there. Something that was beginning to show itself as other things started to happen to her. Because of her. She knew the answer, but she wanted just a little bit longer before she had to admit it.]

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Re: Emily's room: Emily G / Destin R

noshadow
2015-09-30 01:37 am UTC (link)

[She had the beginnings of awareness - he could hear it in her tone. It would hurt - he'd seen that too - but he wasn't going to force her to confront those things yet. It wasn't necessary.] All right. [Quiet, like the universe was filled with only the two of them and regardless of the distance between them, they were only a whisper away. Not a shout, not a yell, not a phone call. He made a small sound in the back of his throat that might have been a sigh if he breathed. The phone at his wrist lit up.] We're different; it doesn't make us bad, you know? [And then, for a subject change, and though he already knew.] How are things with Ed?

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