Hemingway. (ernestoic) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2016-02-24 22:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~abigail knightly, ~ernest hemingway |
Who? Hemingway & Abi (&Charlie)
Where? Their apartment
When? Wednesday evening
What? Abi returns, but something isn't quite right
Rating? Mediumish for themes?
Open? No
It had been over forty-eight hours since the blackout, and Ernest wasn't sure how much longer he could actually convince Charlie that mama was coming back soon. He wasn't sure how much longer he could convince himself that everything would be okay, how much longer he could live in denial, just continually lying to himself and the kid.
When Kat had come by to check in, he'd tried to appear strong and capable, although he was certain she had seen straight through the act. Still, he'd insisted on staying put. He didn't want to uproot Charlie any more. Keep him in his own home, with his own things, with the stupid hope that if they just stayed in one place Abi would be able to find them again. Because she would. She'd come back. This was just the island fucking with his head.
"Mama!"
A tiny voice echoing through the apartment, and then the familiar dash of little feet. It wasn't just a hopeful shout - he was running, he was running to greet her.
"Mama! Mama!"
Ernest felt his heart leap in his chest, and for a moment he thought he might either cry or vomit with relief. He dashed after Charlie, and there was a wonderful mess of blonde hair with him.
"Oh, Jesus Christ, Knightly- you're here-"