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Hal Yorke was involved tagentially (needstheroutine) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2014-01-08 14:39:00

Entry tags:

alex millar, hal yorke

Who: Halex!
What: Hal is finding routines again
Where: Hal's Room
When: Morning of the 8th
Rating: Scottish :p
Status: In Progress.

It was funny being back here. It felt like such a long time ago now. 50 years and some months, lost months. Hal still hadn't quite grasped that he was free, that he was free of hell and free of the other him. The cruel monster that had once again destroyed everything that he had begun to build here. And what he had done to Alex was no less than heartless. It was funny how hell had effected most so dreadfully. Hal though, he found he was rather glad for it. Twisted perhaps, but Lord Harry had spent most of the time suffering as his time passed and when it had become Hal's turn it was atonement. He had deserved it and more besides, because he had been weak. He'd lied. He'd gotten lost in his own addiction again and it had been Alex that had suffered for it.

He didn't know if she'd come to see him. He'd understand it if she didn't. If she never wanted to see him again. It would be better for her too of course. He'd already destroyed her life, it was not fair that he destroy her death too.

He sat there, as he had been for the last 3 hours, Leo's domino in hand, pacing.

He'd exercised. A lot. Tiedied the house three times over, and was currently scrubbing at a small stain he'd noticed with a cloth dipped in polish.

Routines. That was what he'd needed. Ironicly he wondered had the fact that the cage had kept routines fairly standard, nine seperate horrors, nine of them, in an order he could find, hold to, he wondered if it had in some small way helped him. He probably should have been reacting worse from the horrors but he really had deserved them. Penance had its place, even for the dammed.

There. The stain removed. Hal considered what next to do.

Press ups. It wasn't on the schedule mostly because he didn't have one yet. But there was no sense in trying to relax. The devil did in fact make work for idle hands

"1" he began. "2, 3, 4..."

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stucklikethis
2014-01-23 11:33 pm UTC (link)

Most girls would feel some level of joy at hearing that they were loved, but most girls weren't ghosts turned into poltergeists, full of rage and pain and being more than a little bit dead, because of the evil alter ego of the man they loved. So really, Alex knew her situation was somewhat unique.

"I did love you." Oh how she had loved him, to the point of it almost consuming her. "But it wasn't enough, was it. However much I loved you, I couldn't save you from becoming him again." Stupid little girl, wanting to believe that love could save all, that all could be made better with a kiss. She used to think she was too smart, too jaded to be that naive, but apparently she had been wrong.

"Do you still love me?" For some reason, it was important for her to know that. She didn't think she could even begin to handle the mess of her heart and her feelings just yet, but she had to know. "Even with what I've become, all that." She gestured at her ice blue eyes before she looked away. She had to make him see that what she was was more than just a change in eye colour.

And so she let go of the control she was keeping tightly wrapped around herself. Where once it had taken effort to use her powers, now it took a constant strain to keep the energy in place. When she let go, well. First the items in the room shook, a bottle smashing, the door rattling on its hinges. Then it was more than the room, it was the house, the entire house trembling in its foundations. A tree outside, branches swaying as if caught in a harsh wind.

It all only lasted a few seconds before she closed her eyes and concentrated, really concentrated, drawing the power all back in, the strain of it showing on her face before it all finally stilled again. A few moments ticked by before she made herself look up at Hal again.

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needstheroutine
2014-01-25 08:30 am UTC (link)

"Your love is what kept me holding on for as long as I did. In truth Alex, there was nothing that could have saved me. He infects, he gets under the skin and then I...by the time I'd noticed how far I'd fallen it was too late. He's not a war I can ever win. That's what I've come to understand, and yet every time I think maybe I should just be staked, that the world should be safe from me, I wonder if instead, this is the time I'll win. Its why I try, over and over, cycle after cycle. Its why I'm still here. Because hope is a powerful thing but love is even more powerful. And I want to be better for you. I want to be the man you deserve."

He watched as she let go of her control. Every fibre of his being telling him to run. Telling him poltergeists were rage and fury and anger and nothing else. But he stayed. Because it was Alex. Because it was the woman he still loved and because of course he had caused this.

And the strength it must have taken for her to pull it all back in.

"Of course I still love you. Don't you see that's why he targeted you so completely. He knew, you had my heart. You still do." He finally reached out and let his hand meet hers and loosely intertwine, not knowing how she'd react or what she'd do. "Even at the depths of it, even when I was drinking blood. I thought I could control it and keep myself safe. And I wanted to be safe for you. I wanted to slow the cycle as much as I could. I didn't want to leave you with him for decades. And I know you told me it would happen. I know you told me I didn't want help. But there's no stopping the change, all I wanted to do was have more time with you. But I was a fool to hope for better."

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stucklikethis
2014-01-25 03:48 pm UTC (link)

She wanted to believe him, she wanted to not blame herself for not seeing the signs, even after seeing them all before. "I just wish you'd talked to me. After everything we've been through, you couldn't come to me and ask for help. Maybe there's nothing I could have done to stop it, but I could have been prepared." They could have found some way to lock Hal up, in the Fortress or something. But then again, if they had, Hal would never have fallen into the Cage, and would still be Lord Harry, mocking them all from his prison. And Alex genuinely didn't know if she could last 50 years like this, as a poltergeist, so cut off from everyone.

It was strange, how even a ghost took deep breaths to calm herself again, to keep the power under control, wrapped tightly around herself again. Probably something to do with symbolism or some such shit. Who the hell knew. But that was what she did, and everything else became still.

When he reached for her hand, she didn't pull away. Nor did she do anything to tighten the grip, but she did stare at the way his fingers were brushed over hers, the first real contact she'd had with anyone in weeks. "So now it starts again, right? 50 years before he comes back?" Did she dare to hope that maybe they could manage it this time? Come up with a solution? "Hal, what do we even do now?"

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needstheroutine
2014-01-26 08:14 pm UTC (link)

She didn't pull away. And that had to mean something, didn't it. If not that she still loved him that perhaps there was a chance. Perhaps there was something in her that would allow her to fight back against what he'd caused her to become. "Maybe I could have asked you for help. Maybe I knew it was ultimately futile. Maybe I didn't want to get your hopes up knowing the truth about what he is and what he could say. And think what you like, locking him up for 50 years he'd still be dangerous. It could be that you could contain him but what if there came a point people went home. The securities you had put in place might have gone with them. You might have gone. Leaving him, with the world at his feet."

On some level he'd hoped someone would have staked him. Taken away the choice he so wanted to make but never quite could. The one time he had in fact, it had been Alex and Tom that had pulled him back from the brink.

"You can't say fifty years and expect it to be a perfect approximation of time. It's been fifty, its been twenty. He doesn't run to schedule, and sometimes I suppose it depends on events. I can usually tell when...when he's close. But sometimes, if there's something to fight for I can hold on. Which is what I did. For you, because you were something to fight for. I tried to contain him. Tried to ensure I remained in control. And for longer than usual I did. But it doesn't always play out like I'd hope."

As to what they did now? That he didn't know, not really.

"I expect we make that up as we go along? I will reestablish routine, I will ensure I keep as safe as I can. And you...you'll find yourself again. If I can help with that then I will but as I said, if I cannot. If I am hindering you, then do tell me."

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