Re: quicklog: luke/wren, silent hill.
[She didn't register the crack in his voice, the shatter. If she had, she might've stopped and really, really looked. Or maybe not. Maybe really, really looking had gone away in the closet, when the claw marks became an oozing part of her skin and never, ever stopping. She had the thought that she should change when they got upstairs. Find a new dress, something pretty, and that made even the hint of the bad things go, go. She smiled at him.] It's almost our anniversary. [A reminder that came with a smile and happy grey eyes.
She ignored his comment about the cop not being a cop, because she knew better. She knew him, the cop. She knew what he tasted like, and she knew what he smelled like. She knew what his weight felt like, and she knew how it was to sleep with him while the corpse of her maman sprawled on the couch. She knew. She knew. She knew.
So she didn't say.
But her arms were tired, and she really, really wished Luke would carry Lia, but he didn't want to, and Wren looked confused for a blink. She looked down at the baby, and doubts lit up grey eyes. But it wasn't doubts that the baby was real. Non, it was doubts that Luke didn't want her anymore. She bit her lip, but she let him take Gus' hand instead. Quiet, and she wasn't smiling anymore.
The boy who wasn't a boy screeched and shrieked and shrieked, and his little knife glinted, but Wren didn't hear it. She walked, quiet, and she only stopped when she heard the pyramid man come close and close and close. The nursing convention got off their chairs, and Gus tried to tug Luke into the pool.]
Gus, bebe. Not now, okay? [But she wasn't very forceful. She wasn't ever forceful around the cop, and he was right, right there now.]