e i l y (blondebarkeep) wrote in the_dome, @ 2013-10-04 03:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | 04-12-2017, aidan, aidan and eily, eily |
sorta all good!
Who: Eily and Aidan
Where: their place
When: morning
After spending the night at the werewolf encampment, what Aidan needed was to sleep all day. He was running on the fumes of coffee and adrenaline and they were starting to run low, exhaustion hitting hard. When he stepped in the door, he knew he was going to have to catch a few hours at least, otherwise he’d be worthless to continue his search for Sylvia. An idea was forming in his head on how to find her, but he knew he needed to seriously think about it before going through with it. “Eily?” he called out as he walked in the door. He expected her to be awake and waiting for a full report.
Eily had pretty much been up all night. The most she did was half doze in fitful bursts on the couch, but those had honestly just made her more tired. The girls had not taken her up on spending time together while the family was going through something so hard, which was disappointing as hell, but utterly unsurprising. When Aidan texted, she felt better, though all it meant was she'd stopped pacing.
When he got in the door, she looked up from where she was curled on the end of the couch. "Hey," she greeted, the fact that she'd been up all night too evident in the dark patches under her eyes. “There’s coffee.”
“Thanks,” he said, giving her a small smile. Coffee would keep him up long enough to talk and shower, but then he’d have to collapse for a bit. “Did you get any sleep?” he asked as he poured himself a cup, then looked to see if she had one for herself. When he didn’t see one, he made her a cup as well, then came to join her on the couch. “It was probably the best it could be.”
"Nooooo." Eily answered him. "I mean, maybe there was mild...dozage. Wait. That's not a word." she said, rubbing at one eye. She smiled when he handed her coffee, then grabbed an open bottle of Irish Cream that was hidden on the floor near her feet, and she dumped a bunch in. "Would you like some kick too?" she asked. "And the best it could be, yes. That. Please explain in much yet simple detail."
Aidan couldn’t help but laugh a little and offered her his cup, because, yes, he’d like to be where she was. The kick would help significantly. “They turned into wolves. Big wolves, but otherwise nothing extraordinary about them,” he said, holding his cup steady as she poured in some Irish Cream for him. He didn’t know where she’d found some, but he didn’t care at the moment. “And they acted like wolves. Not the monsters that attacked us all, but more like any animal trapped in a cage all night. They howled a little and growled when some people came near, but that was it.”
Eily made a little 'woo!' sound and dumped a liberal amount in his coffee too, then clicked her mug to his. "Drink up, fuzzy wuzzy brother mine." she told him. Then she killed a good few drinks of her coffee. "Oh! Hot! Very hot!" she said, wrinkling her nose. "Wolves? Like, proper furry paws and tails and my what big teeth you have?" she asked. "What did they look like? Were they grey wolves? Black? Brown? Red? Purple?" she rattled off.
“Yeah, hot, so be careful. Exactly how much of that have you had?” he asked, grinning. He should probably be concerned about why his little sister was day drunk, but it happened so rarely that he found it amusing instead. She’d been worried and he didn’t blame her. He’d have been drinking too, but doing so down at the camp didn’t seem like the best plan of action. “Proper, furry wolves, and in just about every color except purple. Like you’d see out in the wild, so no talking or anything else weird. Just wolves.”
"Ummm," Eily started, picking up the bottle and sloshing it slightly. "...lots," she admitted. "You didn't take note of what sorts of colors Lochlan and Patrick were specifically?" she asked. "Cuz I wanna know that. I totally wanna know if there are wolves outside if they're related!" Eily considered. “I wonder if they can shift into wolves other times. And if their eyes stay the same color. Cuz we have pretty eyes in this family, you know.”
“You should probably slow down then,” he told her with a smile. “Aaaaaand I should know that, shouldn’t I. But I don’t, sorry. Once they were wolves, I kind of stopped paying attention. There wasn’t much to do but make sure nothing else happened.” He’d climbed up a tree and dozed a bit, then wandered around and looked for Sylvia, then come back to watch the wolves some more. It had been a pretty uneventful night, but he supposed that was a good thing. “I don’t know about the shifting other times thing. Maybe? That might be something we’ll find out now that they know what it feels like, if they can trigger it other times.”
"Were they timber wolves? Not that I really know the difference between them and other wolves and all that so I don't know why I'm asking..." Eily said, taking another drink. "And boo. Well, I guess we will find out! And they just hung out, huh? Nothing bad happened. I totally could have been there and no one would have had to worry," she clarified, arching a brow at Aidan.
“I don’t know enough about wolves to tell you,” Aidan said apologetically. She had so many questions and he couldn’t answer any of them. “You totally could have been there, but we had no idea what it would turn out to be. If they’d been big, hulking monsters and broken out of their cages and killed everything in sight, well, then we’d be glad you were home. You can’t blame them for being cautious.”
Eily pouted. "I don't. Not really. It's just lame. And I was here all damn night all by myself," she said, lip poking out to pronounce the pout even more. "I texted the girls to come over so maybe we could bond, or at least spend this totally rough night for the family together but nooooOOOooo," she shook her head. "Nope. Old lady Eily had to spend all night by her lonesome, going nuts. So it was me and my good pal Irish Cream. Toldja they hate me." Pausing, she looked at him again. "How are you, anyway? Besides sleep deprived?"
“I don’t know about Avery, but Darcy spent the night with Noah, and you’re always going to lose if she’s choosing between you and a boy,” Aidan pointed out, even though he knew that Darcy and Eily weren’t exactly close. They both said the other one hated them and he couldn’t quite figure out where that came from. On this one, he understood Eily better, since he knew Darcy pushed everyone else away. “They don’t hate you, Sis. They’re just immature,” he said, then sighed. “I’m exhausted… and getting really tired of fighting with Darcy and feeling like she’s not hearing me. It’s like I say something and it never makes a difference.”
"Who is Noah?" Eily asked. "And whatever. But we had family members possibly turning into big monsters tonight, and--" she paused. "How does a boy win over that?!" she asked, though it was rhetorical. "Nevermind! Don't answer! You're just going to keep assuring me in the face of all evidence to the contrary!" she said, cutting off the conversation before it got worse. She didn't want to talk about that. It had just really impacted her deep down and she needed to get busy burying that. "...what are you two fighting about now? I thought that would be over by now?"
“One of the guys she’s dating,” Aidan answered, but then sat back and let Eily rant. He’d decided he couldn’t explain it and that it didn’t matter, since that was how Eily felt. It didn’t matter if it was true or not, because Darcy was making her feel that way. “I’m not going to assure you of anything. Darcy’s being a bitch and a spoiled brat and I’ve just about had enough of her.” Which was really what it came down to, even if the issue with Sylvia was at the heart of it. “I’m sick of her ‘poor me’ routine. Nothing I say makes a difference with her. We have the same conversation over and over.”
Blinking, Eily had to stare for a moment at that. "...woaaaah," she said. "You don't usually sound like that. That sounds like me, not you," she told him shaking her head. Which seemed to make her vision go a little funny, so she stopped that. "Um...have you said that to her? That you feel like what you say doesn't matter?" she asked.
“I have, but it’s usually once I’ve lost my temper and I think she stops listening completely. Or stops fully processing it, or something, because she hears enough to argue back without really absorbing, if that makes any sense,” Aidan said, taking a sip of his coffee. He was so tired of it all, of fighting with Darcy, trying to defend his actions, defending Eily to Darcy, and vice versa. If he thought it was making a difference, he’d keep it up, but he didn’t think that was the case. “We yell at each other until she starts crying and then I back down because I really can’t keep yelling at a crying teenage girl.”
"Oh yeaaaah. Yelling at crying teenagers is baad," Eily agreed. "Sounds like it sucks, I'm sorry," she continued, genuinely sorry for that. "I say...give it a few days! Talk to her like, the day after tomorrow or something, when you've both had some space, and maybe you found Ssssss... Sylvia. And totally not get bitten! Because you promised you'd be careful with it!"
“I can’t promise I won’t get bitten if I find her, but I promise I’ll be careful,” Aidan said, a little smile sneaking onto his lips at the thought of it. He didn’t know if Sylvia would give in or not, but he definitely wouldn’t stop her. The real trouble was finding her. “You know, I’ve been looking for her every day and she’s just nowhere. She’s not at her house, she’s not been at school, and I have no idea where she would go. How hard can it be to find a sixteen year old blonde girl who doesn’t go anywhere without a parasol?” It should have been easy considering the size of the dome, but he’d found nothing. “I have to find her,” he said softly.
Eily eyed him and that smile. And she remembered she was staying out of details of that nature! Because of smiles, and other things she wasn't thinking about. She reached out to give him a little hug, careful not to slosh coffee on him. "I'm sorry, hon." she said. "I'm sure she'll turn up eventually, right? She has to. The dome isn't even that huge. Eventually, she'll need something, and have to go home."
If it was anyone else, Aidan might have agreed with her, but when it came to Sylvia he wasn’t so sure. She’d said she was used to being alone, and they’d all learned to live with the smallest amount necessary when they’d been outside the dome. The stuff in her house, while interesting, was just stuff, and he was pretty sure she could live without it. She didn’t even need food to survive. “Will you watch for her? I know you don’t know her, but I met her in the pub, so you never know.” He didn’t think she’d go back there if she was avoiding him, but he had to ask. “It’s just driving me crazy, knowing that she’s run off because of me. Or because of Darcy, which is indirectly because of me.” He shook his head, the frustration starting to get to him again. Or maybe that was the lack of sleep.
"Sure!" Eily said brightly, smiling at him. "'Course I will! No problem. Blonde teenager, with a parasol." she said, nodding to herself. "That. I'm on it."
Aidan laughed softly and leaned against her, almost sloshing his coffee out of the cup. “Thanks. So anything new with you other than a severe lack of sleep and less to worry about?” Not a lot less, he knew, but at least they didn’t have monsters in the family. Just wolves.
"Nope!" she said. "I'm just milkin the drunk, and being in a better mood!" Eily told him. "I'm going to take the good, here! It's about time something went right, and with what you tell me happened, I'm calling it. 'Good!'" she said, holding up an imaginary sign.
“Okay,” he grinned. “Just don’t overdo it, or else you won’t be in a better mood later.” The quickest way to kill a good buzz was getting sick, and he was pretty sure Irish Cream would do the trick. It was one of the many reasons Aidan liked to stick to beer. “But yeah, I think it went about as good as it could. Would you be totally opposed to me crashing for a bit? If you want company, I’ll stay here on the couch, but I’m about half an hour away from sleeping wherever I might be.”
"Oh no go for it! Get sleep! Then later you can find your girl, and you can be happy too, it'll be fine!" Eily encouraged. She gave him a smooch on the cheek. "Have sweet dreams!" she told him.
“Thanks, Eily,” Aidan smiled, rising from the couch. He finished off his cup of coffee, then dropped it in the sink. He’d shower, then sleep then start looking for Sylvia again. Maybe this time he’d have some luck. If not, another plan was hatching in his brain, one that might be more effective in tracking her down. He just wanted to give it one last shot before jumping down the rabbit hole.