greer (greerlove) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2019-10-25 08:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | #group scene, #january 2018, devlin, greer, rostislav |
Who: Greer and Rost and Devlin
Where: Home in Seaview
When: Late morning, Wednesday, January 3rd
Status: Complete
Greer hadn’t slept well. Despite being comfortable and snuggled up between her men, Greer had felt a deep throb in her shoulder, despite the fact that her wound had healed completely. She knew on some level it was odd. Something that required stitches shouldn’t have closed up that quickly, but it had. It wasn’t something Greer wanted to think about too deeply. But when she woke up, Dev and Rost were gone. She frowned at the empty bed before slipping out from beneath the blankets and pulling a shirt on over her body. Greer ran her hands over her wild mass of hair, her frown deepening. Why had they left without telling her? Visions of Dev and Rost running off together and leaving her behind settled in, causing her heart to trip painfully in her chest. She had done so much for them, why would they do that to her? But they would, wouldn’t they? Because men had dicks, and men were dicks. Use up women and leave them when they got their fill.
Anger was an emotion Greer was not used to. It settled in, making her feel prickly and uncomfortable. She wanted to grab something and break it, but there was nothing within reach for her to snatch up. Instead she walked out of the bedroom, storming down the narrow hall to the front of the house where she knew she kept her phone. She would text them. Tell them to stay away, because she didn’t need them. If they wanted to abandon her, then they could. As Dev would say, maggots, the both of them!
Rost generally wasn’t up very early, but this morning he had risen with Devlin. They’d had a cup of coffee together and the Irishman had decided he wanted to go out and do a few things in town. Rost had opted to stay behind, thinking he would make some sort of breakfast for Greer when she got up, and they could have a relaxed morning together. The weather was supposed to be kind of shitty, but if that didn’t dissuade his man from going out, Rost wasn’t going to question him. He cracked the kitchen window to get just a bit of fresh air, and picked up his guitar as he sat at the kitchen table, quietly strumming out a few chords. A little while later, he heard Greer coming down the hall, craning his neck to look over with a smile. “Good morning, love,” he said before he took in her expression, then his brow furrowed.
Hearing Rost's guitar startled her, because she had been convinced he had left with Dev. But rather than consider herself silly for thinking her boys would abandon her, Greer glared at him, her hands on her hips. "Where is he then?" she asked angrily. "Is he off, finding a place for just the two of you?" It didn't occur to her that he wouldn't know what she was talking about. It felt like settled fact what was happening, that they had been planning this for a long time now. They thought she wouldn't find out, but she wasn't stupid. She wasn't. And she wouldn't let them get away with this.
Rost’s brows arched high and he stared at her silently for a few beats, trying to figure out what she was on about. She looked very upset, and he couldn’t imagine what had angered her. She was obviously asking about Dev, but why would he be out looking for another place for them? Especially just the two of them. “No ...?” he tried, still holding his guitar on his lap, feet propped up in one of the other kitchen chairs. “He had some errands in town, I believe. He said he would be back around lunchtime ...” Rost glanced at the clock to verify that it wasn’t past that time yet, but no, it was still around mid-morning. “What do you mean, love?”
Greer dug her fingertips harder into her hips, her breathing growing shallow as her anger rose fiercely in her gut. No? Why was he looking at her that way? "You know what I mean. You know. You both thought I wouldn't find out, but it just came to me. All of this... this bullshit!" She threw her arms out, her pale skin flushed. "You're going to leave. Both of you, together. And you're going to leave me here alone. Sneaking out of bed, planning in whispers. I know it. I dreamed it." Had she? It felt right, but Greer wasn't ready to stop and think too deeply on it.
His eyes widened gradually as she talked, completely caught off guard by this outburst. What Greer was saying sounded completely crazy to him, because it was. Rost took the guitar off his lap, leaning the neck of it against the table and dropping his feet to the floor to stand up. “Greer ... no,” he said again, sounding a little more worried this time. He took a few more steps closer to her, but didn’t get too close yet, concerned by how angry she looked. “Why would you think this? We have not been planning, whispering anything. We would never leave you.” Rost didn’t sound distressed yet, just confused, because this was really coming out of nowhere to him.
"Don't lie to me," Greer exclaimed. "Dev never lied to me, but now... you did this. You poisoned him." Angry tears filled her eyes and she gripped her t-shirt tight in her fists. It was that or beat him with them. Her shoulder was throbbing again, and she wished she would have taken something for the pain before coming out here, but Greer had been pushed along by these feelings, the realization that the two men she loved more than anything had been trying to lie to her, ready to betray her. "You're going to take him from me! I wish I had never seen you in that inn. I should have known you would do this... I probably saw it in your palm, your deceit, and your lies, but I ignored it. You're both liars now!" Greer had begun to yell, feeling so agitated with no outlet but to speak her mind and wish she could break everything in sight. She couldn't survive without them, and now she was losing everything!
It was so outlandish, so out of the blue, but her words wounded Rost all the same. Hurt flooded into his eyes, and he even put a hand over his heart as if to shield it from what she was saying. Part of him expected her to start laughing, to tell him this was all a joke -- a cruel, bad one, but still a joke -- and that he had nothing to worry about, but there was no mistaking the sincerity in Greer’s face. He’d never seen her so upset, so angry. She honestly believed what she was saying, and he didn’t know how to respond to it, it was so shockingly out of character. “No, Greer,” he said again, quiet and softer this time. “No, I ... we both love you. With all our hearts. I wish to take nothing, I have you both, that is all I want ... there are no lies.” Rost suddenly didn’t feel like he had a good enough grasp on the English language to properly express to her just how wrong she was. He spread his hands a bit in a peaceful sort of gesture, looking pained as he gazed at her. “What was your dream? I do not understand ...”
Greer was having a difficult time formulating the right answers to his words. He sounded and looked so genuine, but it pained her more than anything else. But it felt so true to her, that Rost and Dev had been falling deeper in love when Greer had been gone, that they realized she was simply in the way. It didn't fit into anything she knew of them, deep down. And the flicker of doubt made her close her eyes, her hands coming up to cover her face. She breathed in deep and shook her head, hating the rage that continued to flow. "No," she said, her words muffled before she dropped her hands "You're still lying to me. Trying to make me feel crazy, make me doubt myself. My intuition is never wrong!" It wasn't! Greer heaved a breath, wanting to run back to the bedroom, or out into the morning. Find Dev and make him explain why he would do this to her. "If you're going to leave, then leave. Go! I don't want you here. Either of you."
Rost was totally lost, like he’d been plunked into a fight he didn’t know he’d been having. Leaving Greer was the last thing he wanted to do. He loved both of his lovers equally, and Greer had been the first one to draw him in. All he could do was shake his head and look pained. Even more baffling was the fast that she wasn’t just upset with him, she was raging at Dev too, and he wasn’t even there. Had they had some fight he hadn’t been privy to? That seemed difficult in a place this small, when they all spent so much time together, but Rost was grasping at straws now. Dev hadn’t seemed upset when he’d left, and he certainly hadn’t suggested the two of them run away together, so Rost didn’t know what to make of any of this. “I do not wish to go, Greer, I love you,” Rost told her, his eyes pleading now. “But I will if ... if you want it.” Maybe he did need to give her some space, go and call Dev and try to figure out what was happening, get him back here to help deal with this.
"Go," Greer shouted before turning and storming back down the hall to her bedroom. "You can go, and Dev can go. I don't care!" She slammed the bedroom door before opening it and slamming it again. Without thinking, Greer kicked the bedroom door, ignoring the pain that sparked in her toes through her entire foot. "Go!" she screamed again. The rage was causing her to shake, and angry tears fell down her cheeks before she folded her arms around herself. Standing there, Greer stared at the door in case Rost would try to come in. The locks were flimsy, so she didn't bother with them. But if he wouldn't leave, then she would and then he and Dev could share this horrible little home without her.
He flinched at all the banging around, still utterly baffled by all of this. What kind of crazy dream had she had? Rost knew she was intuitive, had some psychic talent of her own, but what she was screaming about was completely inaccurate, so he didn’t know how she could possibly be right about it. He loved Dev, but they both adored Greer, just as much as they loved each other. Everything had been so perfect and balanced-feeling. He stood there for a moment, not sure what to do, if he should go after her or really leave or just wait in the kitchen. She had ordered him out though, and this was her and Dev’s house, so ... Rost went and slipped into his coat and tugged his boots on, made sure he had his phone, and very quietly left through the front door. He would go for a little walk and call Dev and try to get him to come home, because Rost needed some backup in dealing with whatever was going on.
Greer waited until she heard the truck start up out front. When the sound faded, she opened the door, pausing until she knew for sure Rost had left. She thought maybe the silence would calm her, but to her, it meant he had really left her. He would go find Dev and they would drive out of town together and she would never see them again. Despair clutched her chest. Did she want to cry? Of course she did. But she wanted to scream too, because it felt like her whole life was stolen from her, and she had been a fool. On some deep level of consciousness, Greer felt a little confused by it all. It seemed so unbelievable, but yet... she couldn't focus on anything but betrayal. That's what it felt like. Adrenaline throbbed inside of her again and Greer began to grab up clothes and various items that were laying around the small house. Flinging open the door, she threw them out into the yard. Some didn't go very far, but that didn't matter. If they wanted to come back for their things, they could. Everything would be waiting for them on the front law. Even Rost's guitar, which she picked up and dropped over the side of the porch onto the frosty grass. Feeling vindicated, she stormed back inside and slammed the door before locking herself into the small bathroom. Why, she couldn't say, but she needed to sit and curl into herself and breathe, before things became worse.
Rost had gotten a hold of Dev to find out where he was. All he’d had to say was that there was something wrong with Greer, and Devlin was quick to inform him of where he was. Rost told him to start walking back toward home and he would come pick him up, then jumped in the truck and left the house. The roads were getting kind of icy, so he had to take his time a bit and be careful, but eventually he spotted Dev walking down the side of the road. Rost pulled up close and stopped the truck so Dev could climb in.
Dev had just gone wandering, which was a thing he enjoyed doing. Greer was much the same way so they never questioned it when the other disappeared for a while. Hearing something was wrong with her made that panic come back, that specific panic that had started in the fog and escalated that Saturday when Greer hadn't woken up. Rost was picking him up so he obviously didn't feel the need to sit with her so Dev was guessing she was in a mood again. That had been almost unbearable that Saturday, her bickering and snapping at them. It was so unlike her, he didn't know what to do with it.
"What's going on?" he asked as soon as he was climbing up into Rost's truck, his brows furrowed with concern. He wanted this to be over but he had a feeling it would only get worse. It was time to talk to a witch he reckoned, to find someone with abilities they didn't possess to try to fix whatever it was that was messing with their girl because Dev knew in his bones it was something supernatural.
It was such a relief to see him, and hear him speak so normally and sanely, Rost wanted to cry a bit. He didn’t quite think that Dev had fallen victim to whatever was happening to Greer too, but it had been a small fear in the back of his mind. This had to be related to her mood from the weekend though, Rost felt pretty sure, which had something to do with the scratch she’d gotten in the fog. “She is so angry,” he told Dev, his expression pained and helpless. “I do not know what to do. She woke up and came to yell at me that we are both planning to leave her, and find somewhere else to live, and I poisoned you into lying and she wishes she never saw me.” He had to stop to swallow thickly, then focused on getting the truck into gear to pull away from the curb and head back to the house. “I tried tell her no, she would not listen, I need your help.”
Hearing Greer was angry was already a red flag but the rest of it was outright insane. "Take us home," he said urgently. "Something is really wrong." And Greer was alone now. Dev didn't know if that was a good or bad thing - maybe she needed space, maybe she needed supervision. It was a terribly way to put it but if she needed space, he'd want to watch her from afar, make sure she didn't do anything erratic. He rubbed Rost's arm, a worried little frown set in place, probably to stay for a while. "I'm sorry I wasn't there to help you, lover. Are you okay?" He knew Rost wasn't, Dev knew he wouldn't be if he'd been the one dealing with Greer like that, neither of them should have to handle it on their own.
Rost heart and felt the worry in Dev’s voice, and he quickly took a U-turn the next spot he could. He hadn’t really wanted to leave Greer either, worried about what this insanity might lead her to, but picking Dev up was faster than him walking, and Rost really needed the company. He drove a little faster, but still tried to be careful because the roads were getting slick. Which was worrisome in and of itself, because what if they had to drive Greer to the emergency room or something? Determined to get them home safe, he didn’t glance over at Dev, but tilted his head in some appreciation of the question. “It is not your fault,” he said. He wasn’t really okay, but Dev could probably see that already. “I am fear for her.” Rost flexed his hands on the wheel. “Maybe she listens to you.”
His accent was thicker than normal and it was telling just how upset Rost was by how his English was slipping. Dev just wanted to wrap his arms around him and hug the bad away but that wasn't a solution - especially not while driving. Instead he focused on the road too until he could see their house - and all the things outside of it. "Oh no," he blurted out, surprise edged into his worried voice. "Rost, look." They didn't have a whole lot of things between them but Greer had managed to gather most of them - if not all of them - and tossed them out on the lawn. Including Rost's guitar and that just needed rescuing ASAP.
The sight of all the worldly possessions he’d brought to the house he shared with his lovers on the snow in front of that house pained Rost even further. “I see,” he muttered to Dev, frowning deeply under his mustache. He pulled the truck into the driveway and quickly killed the engine and pushed the door open. His focus landed on his guitar as well, poor Sofia facedown in the snow, and that was what he first hurried to and snatched up. Unsure if they would be welcome back in the house, Rost turned to stow it on the passenger side of his truck. His colorful clothes were strewn around the lawn like dead fashion soldiers, but he cared about saving them from the wet much less than his beloved instrument.
Clothes could be washed and dried, guitars could be replaced - unless they were old and well loved, like Sofia was - so Dev let Rost rescue what needed rescuing and rushed inside the house to check on Greer. He didn't think she would hurt herself, but that was Greer as they knew her and this... This was something else. Something was corrupting their love, turning her against them and possibly herself. It felt like there was a malevolent force, but Dev hadn't felt any spirits lurking around her so that didn't make much sense. He felt helpless and useless as he looked around for her, finally finding the bathroom door closed. "Greer?" he called out as gently as he could, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. "Are you in there, love?"
Greer had been curled up in the bathtub, her knees drawn up and her forehead pressed against them. She had clawed a bit at her arms, unable to work out her aggression in a way that cured it. She couldn't think clearly. Everything was terrible and horrible and she was sure she would just die in there alone. So when she heard Dev's voice, she jerked her head up so quickly that it pulled a muscle in her neck. They had come back for her. They would kill her, maybe. Get rid of her so they could be together without her drama. Greer grabbed her disposable razor to arm herself. "Go away, Devlin!"
"Not until I know you're alright, love," Dev called back but his stomach turned at the way she replied. He was thinking of all the sharp objects they had in their bathroom and while she didn't sound weak or in pain, he was already planning how to get in there if he felt alarmed enough. "Won't you come talk to me? Tell me what's going on. We can fix it." He wasn't so sure they could, but he and Rost would die trying, that he was at least sure of. There was no doubt in his mind that this was linked to the attack in the fog, he'd just never heard of anything like that happening so he didn't know what they could do. Was she going to turn into one of those things? Was it like a werewolf curse? If that was the case he and Rost just might die and the thought was terrifying. They needed answers.
Rost hurried into the house after he’d secured his prized possession, not even angry that Greer had thrown it out the door. He was too worried about her and what was going on. This wasn’t her, he knew it as well as Dev did. There were other forces at work here. He went to where he could hear Devlin talking to her through the bathroom door, hovering a couple of feet back. He wanted to call out to her too, assure her that he was there, but he wasn’t sure that would actually help their cause. He nibbled on his bottom lip and wrung his hands, glancing worriedly between Dev’s face and the door.
"Tell you what's going on?" Greer yelled. She climbed out of the tub and grabbed the door, flinging it open as she raised her disposable razor towards Dev. Seeing them both now made her yearn, but it also made her fury rise again. Now she had to deal with them both! "Why don't you tell me what's going on! You two!" She motioned violently at Rost. "I can't believe you did this. Is this just to rub it in my face before you take him away? What is wrong with you?" Angry tears filled her eyes. "Go away! Both of you just go!"
At least Rost had told Dev about Greer's delusions so he knew roughly what he was dealing with her. That didn't make it any less puzzling or hard to hear. He might have laughed if it was anyone else because Greer was... threatening him? With a disposable piece of shit plastic razor like she was going to shave him to death but right now he didn't feel like laughing at all. He was terrified, not of her being violent, but of losing her for good. "Greer," he said in a pleading and sad voice, holding his hands out to her. "I'm yours, Rost is yours, you are the sun we gravitate around, the moon that governs the waves of our oceans. Why would we leave you? Where would we go?"
She looked so wild and upset, brandishing the plastic razor at them like she was trying to fend them off. As if they would ever hurt her. Geer’s words made him want to cry again, but he managed to swallow it down for the moment, reminding himself that this was not their Greer. This was whatever had taken her over, and had started by keeping her asleep for so long after the fog. Devlin was currently much more eloquent than he was, but Rost agreed with every word, so he nodded along, staring at Greer with large pleading eyes. “There is nowhere without you,” he added quietly.
Their words were everything Greer should have wanted to hear. She did want to hear them. But there seemed to be a horrible block in her brain, ignoring the sweetness, the sincerity. Instead, it felt like something was in her ear, whispering that they were still lying. Lies, all of it. They would wait until she was complacent and then they would hurt her. Greer began to cry, but it was more from frustration that she couldn't balance her emotions, than anything else. "Please leave me alone," Greer said, lowering the razor blade then. "Please. I don't want to be around you. Either of you." She ignored Dev's outstretched hands, but stepped out of the bathroom. There was a very real possibility if they didn't leave, or leave her alone, then she would hurt herself. Or them. Terribly. The urge was there to do it now and it fought against every natural instinct in her being. "Please," she said again, more urgently this time, with more force despite her tears.
"We'll do anything you want us to do," Dev told her, even if his heart was breaking and he wanted to pounce on her and hug her until her mind cleared of all this madness. "But I'm scared to leave you alone, you're not yourself right now, I don't know if you realize but something is wrong." He glanced at Rost, his eyes watering despite his best efforts not to start crying. "We'll give you space but please don't leave, please don't lock yourself away." Maybe it was futile, trying to reason with someone who was so clearly out of their mind, but he had to try.
It was so confusing and painful and so unlike anything Rost had ever experienced from Greer. She was always so level-headed and reasonable, full of light and love, it broke his heart to see her this way. He met Dev’s gaze with eyes that weren’t quite dry either, and nodded a little. The mood she’d been through before had passed eventually, after she fell into that sleep, so perhaps this one would too. It seemed so much worse this time though, it had skyrocketed beyond irritation and into dangerous territory. He put his hand on Dev’s arm -- but only briefly -- and started to back away to give Greer some room in the hall. “I am good with space,” he muttered, kind of feeling like he was the one she wanted gone the most.
She wanted to be left alone. She wanted them to leave if they were going to leave. It felt cruel, delaying the inevitable, like they were garnering joy out of trying to reassure her otherwise. It irritated her to hear Dev say she wasn't herself. What else could she be? They were gaslighting her, trying to make her feel crazy for her feelings, like she was wrong about everything that was right in front of her eyes. There were so many things she wanted to say, but she couldn't seem to work past the anger and pain in her mind to say them. Instead, she pushed past them to disappear into their bedroom, closing the door, and pushing in the lock. Greer knew Dev had asked her not to lock herself away, but she didn't want them to try and come in to see her. She wanted to be left alone, and maybe they would finally just go instead of making all of this worse!
It was hard not to go after her and try to get that door open. Dev still worried she'd hurt herself or crawl out the window and disappear forever and it wasn't even a fear he thought was that far out there. He took a deep breath, fumbling around for Rost's hand to link their fingers together for support. "Is it absolutely mad that I want to go guard the window?" he whispered. It was too cold for that but Rost still shook his head no, it wasn't mad, they were both scared and paranoid now but Greer needed her space and the best thing they could do was leave her alone for a little bit. Maybe it was like Saturday, something that would pass and she'd sleep in that terrible almost comatose way and be back to normal in the morning. Dev tried to cling to that hope, it was better than worrying she'd never be okay again. "We wait," he sighed softly, staring at the bedroom door for a few long moments. "We wait and we listen for anything odd."
Rost could definitely sympathize with wanting to guard all the exits. It made him wish their simple house had an alarm system that beeped whenever a window opened. He just hoped that whatever this was would pass like it did the first time and things would get back to normal again. If there was such a thing. “We can check every now and then,” he murmured quietly back to Dev. At least there was snow on the ground, so if Greer did try to make a break for it, they could track her. He squeezed his boyfriend’s hand and pulled him gently toward the living room. If she was so desperate for space, that was what they would give her, while they -- very quietly -- occupied themselves and hoped she would be all right.
Greer had an extremely difficult time by herself, locked in the bedroom she shared with Rost and Dev. But she hadn't needed, or wanted, their words, or their help. At some point she had cried, more angry tears than anything else, feeling trapped in a place she no longer wanted to be in. Eventually the exhaustion caught up to her and she fell asleep, her head buried under her pillow. When she woke up again she noticed the room was dark, and a quick, but bleary look to the digital clock on the dresser told her it was close to ten o'clock. Had she really slept all day?
She felt groggy and as she sat up and brushed her hair back, Greer realized she also felt out of sorts. Like she was coming out of a bad dream that she couldn't remember. Only she could. Her anger, the words she had said to Rost, and then Dev... the accusations. As surreal as the memory was, it had been real, hadn't it? Stunned, and ashamed, by her behavior, Greer slipped off the bed and walked to the door, finding it locked. Something she would have never done had she been in her right mind. Scared that she might find the house empty of her boys, and their things, Greer opened the door and stepped out into the hall to search cautiously. There were voices in the living room, small murmurs, but familiar ones. The relief was immediate and Greer entered the room to look at them, wishing she could somehow express her remorse properly. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice still hoarse from sleep. "I don't know what came over me."
It had been a strange day for Dev and Rost, hiding in the living room, trying to be oh so quiet when they needed the bathroom, cautiously checking the bedroom door every so often and even heading out a couple of times just to make sure the snow outside the window was undisturbed. They had cried a little, talked about what could be driving Greer so crazy, talked about what they could do to help her. The consensus was always the same, the only thing they could think to do was talk to the witches Rost knew in faint hope one of them might be able to help.
Once they were pretty sure Greer was sleeping they'd tried to distract themselves with other topics but it always came back to Greer and when she appeared in the doorway Dev watched her for all of two seconds after she spoke before he was up on his feet, rushing over to her to take her in his arms. He heard Rost there right behind him and the relief they both felt seemed tangible. "Something is wrong," he whispered as he hugged her, never wanting to let go again. "But we'll find a way to fix it, love."
Rost was exhausted and his eyes were sore by the time Greer emerged. In spite of all the reassurances from Dev and their agreement that something was obviously wrong, there was still a part of him that worried that what Greer had said was how she really felt. He was the newest addition to their little family, after all, and maybe part of her really did see him as some interloper, hellbent on destroying them. He was certainly relieved as he stood up and followed Dev, but Rost left a little distance between himself and the embracing couple at first, just in case. He stayed silent as well for the moment, a bad feeling in his stomach saying this wasn’t really over.
It would have been easy to cling to Dev's belief that something was wrong if only to excuse her behavior. But Greer knew he was right. Something was wrong with her. Because the things she said before, she didn't truly believe any of it. It was like another woman inhabited her body, making her fearful and scared, turning the paranoia into anger. Greer clung to Dev, allowing the embrace to heal the parts of her that felt the most pain. "I'm sorry," she murmured to him, pressing her cheek to his for a long moment. And then Greer pulled back, immediately looking to Rost. He was the one who bore the brunt of her anger, and her harsh words, and she wouldn't blame in the least if he was reluctant to forgive her.
"I didn't mean anything I said," Greer told him, though she understood if he didn't believe her. "I wish I could tear open my heart to show you how much I love you. You belong to us, and we belong to you, and that's how it's meant to be. I wish I could explain myself, but I have no rational excuses for what happened. I'm so sorry, Rost."
Rost took a deep breath that wasn’t quite steady and he nodded a bit, emotion clogging up his throat. Greer seemed like a completely different person now, back to her old self, but part of him was afraid to trust that. This was the second round of bizarre angry behavior, and it had gotten exponentially worse. He wanted to help her through it, aware she was adversely affected too, but what if the next time was even worse than this one? Rost decided to keep that hesitation to himself as much as possible, and he took the couple of steps forward to close the gap between Greer and himself, opening his arms to embrace her. “I love you,” he murmured to Greer. He wasn’t inclined to say it was okay, because it wasn’t, but he knew it wasn’t her fault. “We will help you as much as we can.”
"We should talk to the Castells," Dev said softly. "Or the other family, the one with the familiar. All of them and anyone else you may know. We'll need all the help we can get." He knew only the basics of witchcraft and a lot of it he wasn't even sure was real. He certainly was no witch, lighting candles and carving runes wasn't on level with what the people Rost knew could do. "Maybe that Reagan girl? She seems powerful and she owes you for all that trouble she put you through." He moved closer to them again but allowed them time to embrace each other - they all needed healing right now.
Greer knew it wasn't okay. She knew her words had been hurtful, even if she hadn't meant them, even if she was suddenly aware that something could be wrong with her. She had already wondered if it had to do with the fog, and the mess of her arm... although that mess had healed now, leaving behind a scar. Greer pulled back and lifted her hands to cup Rost's face, her eyes earnest. "I do love you. And I understand if you're still hurt." He had every right to be, but Greer would work hard to show him how much she wanted him to be there, with she and Dev. Greer looked at her other lover, frowning slightly. "You think this is magic? That they might know what's happening?"
Rost nodded a bit at Greer’s direct words to him, his hands sliding to her waist. He was still hurt, still worried that the inspiration for what she said came from somewhere deep inside. But he knew darkness lurked in everyone, doubts and insecurities and fears, and that Greer would never give voice to those things if she was in her right mind. There was something else at play here, he agreed with Dev. Something sinister. And he was willing to bet it did have to do with that speedily-healed wound on her arm. “Maybe not magic, but something not natural,” he said, glancing between them. “They at least will have more ideas than us. More ways of ... looking at you.” If she was infected with something, or being influenced by an outside force, maybe the witches could sense it, give them some ideas on how to cope.
"I don't know if it's magic or something else," Dev said softly. "But I felt something, when we couldn't wake you last weekend. Saw something when I touched you that I can't explain. Something's not right and all I can think to do is ask the witches in town. Like Rost said, they might... have a way of looking at you that we don't." He had known Greer for a little over two years now which wasn't that long in the grand scheme of things but it was long enough that he knew all of this was wildly out of character for her. Combined with that eerie feeling and vision he'd had there was no doubt something else was at play, something bigger than them.
Greer was, of course, willing to do anything necessary to find out what was causing her behavior. Because she knew that wasn't who she was, and there was no buried worry or resentment directed at Rost, despite what she had told him. Greer couldn't fathom where any of that paranoid had stemmed from, and it had been so hurtful. Greer wasn't sure she would ever forgive herself for hurting Rost the way she had. All she could do was hope he believed her when she said she loved him. Her brows drew together when Dev mentioned seeing something in her the other night, when she had been so irritable and tired. "What did you see?" she asked. Greer wanted to know why he hadn't told her, but she knew Dev wouldn't keep things from her maliciously, and he probably had a reason to keep it between he and Rost.
Dev hadn't told Greer before mostly because he'd hoped it was gone. They'd been celebrating Greer's birthday and the dawn of a new year, when he touched her after that he didn't get the same feeling so why bring it up? He didn't know if that had been a bad thing now because he didn't think it would have made any difference if she knew. "A place," he replied quietly. "I can't describe it well, it's like trying to describe a dream. I felt despair and sadness. I heard... wind. Shadows." He shook his head. "I thought maybe your spirit had gone there when you wouldn't wake up but then you did and I haven't felt or seen it since." He wondered if he would now, if he touched her, or if it was only when she was under the effect of whatever it was that was altering her behavior so.
Greer frowned. It sounded horrible and she lifted her hand to cup his cheek, sorry that he had to experience something like that when he had touched her. She didn't want that to be any kind of memory he had of her, though there was nothing she could do about it. "I don't remember anything," she explained. "When I was sleeping. I didn't dream. I suppose... maybe it's because of this." Greer motioned to her shoulder. Her clothes covered the bandage, but they would understand. "Maybe being touched by one of those things... you saw where they came from when you touched me. Or where they went. I don't know. But... if we can find someone who might know the answers, we should talk to them. I don't want this to happen again."
Rost looked grim as Dev described what he’d seen. He’d been pretty chilled by it himself, just hearing it second hand. But they’d made it through those worrisome hours, holding Greer between them and talking softly about their love and their future, and at the time it had felt like they were actually helping. They hadn’t been able to love her out of this one, though. Only time had made it better. He was more inclined now to believe it was related to the scratch from the fog monster, especially since the mark was nearly healed, unnaturally fast. “We will try to find someone,” Rost murmured. It wasn’t much of a consolation, but it was the best they could do for now. “Until then, are you hungry? You did not eat all day.”
The worry she felt had formed an uncomfortable knot in her stomach, but Greer knew they couldn't do much about the problem right then. All she could do was hope they would find someone who could help before her mood took a turn again. She couldn't bear it if she lashed out at the two of them again as she had that day. So she smiled softly at Rost and nodded. "I am hungry, yes. But I can make something quick... have either of you eaten?" The least she could do for them is make some dinner. It was late, but they tended to be night owls anyway, and she had slept for quite a while.
"I'm starving," Dev said with a nod. "I propose we smoke a bowl and eat some good food. Tomorrow we'll talk to some witches and see what we can do." He just hoped she wouldn't wake up crazy again, unsure how they would handle it if it kept getting worse. Tying her down came to mind but he didn't think he or Rost had what it took to get physical with her if it came to that. The thought alone turned his stomach and he felt the sudden impulse to hug her again so he did. "We should all cook together, something great, it brings people closer together to create things in unison, be it art or food. What do you say?"
“I say yes,” Rost answered without hesitation. He aimed a faint smile at each of them, then took Greer’s hand to lead her toward the kitchen. They would all feel better with some food in their bellies and some more togetherness. After some rest, they could try to find a way forward. For now, Rost was just glad it was over, however long that ended up lasting. These people were his people now, and nothing was going to scare him away completely, but he needed them both to be healthy and happy and together. It was worth fighting for.