Brielle is not the one that is (ouverte) wrote in rooms,
Re: Quicklog: Nora/Erik
[Nora hadn't always been here, she rose from the burnt effigy of broken hearts and blunt force trauma. She shared a mind with the woman who'd once been the primary, but that didn't mean that Nora was privy to every dark corner of Brielle's past. There were supposedly beautiful moments in the past, gentle yearning and rose colored romance. Brielle could cling to those kinds of mental trinkets all she wanted, but they were useless to Nora. Nora had a better head for hate. She preferred to remember the bad things because those were fuel, those were the reasons she was even awake now, the bad is what made her... and she needed the bad to keep going.
Years ago, the night that Brielle, Wren, and Luke had become involved in the murder of David Gentry, Brielle's husband... there were no memories for Nora to draw from for understanding. The night in question was total black for her, and she didn't know why. Nora didn't know what had happened, and it wasn't something that Brielle ever spoke about so that Nora might derive some kind of clue from. Nora would always understand murder, but the confession that came after was disgusting and confusing. It felt like watching one of those cheap horror movies with the woman always running up the stairs instead of out the front door. Fucking why? It was just another reason to despise the woman Nora was tied to. You couldn't do anything with someone who wasn't willing to look out for themself.]
I don't know, she confessed out of "love" or something, you'd have to ask her. [Nora sighed and shrugged, then leaned in like conspiracy.] She has horrible taste in men. [So said the woman making pretty smiles at a known villain. But hey, villains she got, at least they were motivated.]
And you'll teach me how to get better with fire, right? [She would be an apt pupil, eyes excited to learn... even if that was just because learning meant power and power meant needing nobody for nothing. The soothing trace of his fingers on her arm seemed to coax the petulant disapproval away from Nora's expression for a moment, and she drew a deep breath as she considered the couch they were sitting on. She used to hate giving up what she considered to be her time to Brielle, but now the original owner of this body was much easier to push aside. Nora didn't worry about being able to regain control again, Brielle didn't have any wants anymore, not even for consciousness.] If you wanna talk to her, give me twenty minutes? I need to close my eyes.
[She stretched out a bit on the couch that they shared, unlacing her boots and kicking them off before she drew her knees up, twisting onto her side like she was used to finding comfort on seats in subways and bus stops and where ever she needed to. She rested her cheek on the arm of the sofa and took a deep, calming breath. She didn't need to fall asleep for this to work, not exactly. That used to be the case, but now it was easier, it was just like drifting down an abandoned highway at night. That almost drowse where the world started to fall away, thats when one another were able to slip through the cracks and steal time from the other. Nora's breathing deepened after a few minutes, softer, softer...]