Re: quicklog: luke/wren, silent hill.
[She looked over when she heard his voice, and her smile was sunshine. The white dress she'd been wearing was a mess now, and the red scratches from the closet that lined her belly and back were visible through the damp-filth white, but she still thought the dress was beautiful, even if the hem dragged into the shallow water at the top step of the pool. It made her think of her wedding dress, and it was almost nearly their anniversary, and that made her smile a little bit more. She hadn't messed things up bad, not yet, oui? He was still here. He hadn't left, and all the things her maman had told her were wrong.
Gus' fingers were still in hers. Tug, tug, tug, and she laughed, not feeling the skin-red burn of the little boy's fingers in her own, skin already red and blistery there, at her fingertips.] It's okay. It's not cold at all. Come sit on the edge with us, while Gus plays a little bit.
[To prove her point, she sat on the edge above the top stairs, and she switched Lia to her other arm, so Luke would have space to sit beside her. Her arm was red and gore from the baby's wake, and she saw nothing.] Did you see Jack and Evie before you went? [Her expression was playful, sneaky without managing to ever really, really make it to being sneaky at all.] A little bit of time alone might be good for them?
Let's stay here a little bit?
[Gus tugged, and she laughed.] Bebe, not now. In a minute, okay?