Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-01-26 21:02:00 |
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"I wish I had thought to ask you where you held up, after Mom and Dad. At least had the forethought to ask what state you'd been in. At least then I'd have something to go by. I'd be able to hunt you down, without it taking forever and a day." A soft forced hiccuped chuckle broke her breath, sniffling softly she wiped her face with the back of her arm. "Malcolm's gone. I don't know why it took me so long to notice. I wont lie, I've been kind of neglectful when it comes to that part of the family." Maryanne sighed softly, pouring a little of that sweet purple drink out on the ground, the only thing she could get drunk off of, offering him a sip. The only thing that even came close to giving her the sweet tingles of tipsiness. She'd plenty hidden away, started hording it when Anders started guzzling it like water. Knowing she'd need it more than he did. "I've made people hate me. Fear me. Like where you are right now, except now they wouldn't dare hunt me." She continued, talking to the man that wasn't there to actually hear her. "Malcolm was the gruff voice of reason. Backed me up, kept me out of trouble. And I just..." With a shrug she took a thick swig from that long necked bottle. She glanced down toward the plaque that marked Malcolm's vanishing. It was metal instead of stone. Obviously someone had taken up filling in names since Clint had to stop doing it. She lapped her tongue over her lower lip. "I can't remember the last time I sat down and talked to Mitchell." And the vampire was someone she'd sworn she couldn't live without. Another short forced bark of bitter humorless laugh broke through. "It's like I've been on a path of self destruction since you've been gone. And I think I've figured out how to hide it from the people who mean the most to me." She tilted the bottle back so that she could down enough to make her head spin. For anyone who knew her, would know how bad, how dark things had got for her, since she was completely covered. Long sleeved fitted black shirt, tight thigh hugging skinny jeans, tucked into knee high black boots. She didn't walk around the house like that. She tried to keep up the image that everything was normal. Everything was... peachy. It was almost as if she wanted to deprive her flesh the feel of the sun. "I miss you Sean. My life isn't the same without you. I guess that year you were here spoiled me." She sniffled softly and drew her legs up. Wrapping her arms around her knees, the long bottle hanging from her finger tips. "You went away, and I can't get over you being gone." Maryanne hid her tear stained face, tucking it into the valley her legs made. |