[she's surrounded by stubborn men who won't let her help them every day of her life
when he holds onto her, finally, she presses her nose against his hair and holds him a little more tightly. the distant sort of jumbled thoughts he's having are hard to read and she can't quite make sense of them, but she gets the general gist. that he's going to rot, and not let himself heal. that he's going to take responsibility for something that he didn't do. that he won't hurt her, but he'll hurt himself.
there's frustration in her, her own thoughts a mess of anger and staticky bad, but she doesn't voice them. it's hard, when you have such a different view of death. but she stays where she is.]
Then don't. But if you hurt yourself, I will tie you to a chair and drag you around behind me. [...] I care about you and it upsets me when you forget that.
[ yeah its funny when he says things like "haha death doesn't matter" (turns around and violently grieves for a decade) sometimes you are so good at larp
the threat gets a little bit of a reaction. a wet, miserable laugh, a twitch in his shoulders. okay. that sounds fine. actually, that sounds kind of nice. he wants to be knocked out so he doesn't hurt anyone. he wants to get violently drunk and sleep and pretend this is a dream. he'd tie himself up, too. god knows he does it willingly.
the bad thoughts cycle continues, but it dissolves out mostly, staticky and quiet, a low hum accompanied by discordant violin, and he shudders, one last time. it feels like he's going to be sick.
but he lets shenhe's words try and stick, try and melt into his chest and stay. ]
... I know. [ it's a little hoarse, this time. heavy. the tears have finally stopped, like a leaky, broken faucet. ] I know.
[ and it's echoed, there, in his thoughts.
... ]
... I need... I need you to stay. [ he'll admit that much. a stumble, in the right direction towards care. ] With me. Tomorrow. If -
[ clarity, then. a thought like a light in the darkness of his own despair. If someone says something about this or calls it karma, I will hurt them.
a hand, shakily reaching out for help in the dark. ]
[she says, without hesitation. she closes her eyes.]
I will stay with you. And I will do my best to make sure you don't hurt anybody. But I believe you won't.
[and she means that - she'll be with him for as long as he needs her. he's earned that loyalty. she'll stay now, too, in this hotel room, rocking him gently, letting you raise me up drift through her thoughts as she does.
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when he holds onto her, finally, she presses her nose against his hair and holds him a little more tightly. the distant sort of jumbled thoughts he's having are hard to read and she can't quite make sense of them, but she gets the general gist. that he's going to rot, and not let himself heal. that he's going to take responsibility for something that he didn't do. that he won't hurt her, but he'll hurt himself.
there's frustration in her, her own thoughts a mess of anger and staticky bad, but she doesn't voice them. it's hard, when you have such a different view of death. but she stays where she is.]
Then don't. But if you hurt yourself, I will tie you to a chair and drag you around behind me. [...] I care about you and it upsets me when you forget that.
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the threat gets a little bit of a reaction. a wet, miserable laugh, a twitch in his shoulders. okay. that sounds fine. actually, that sounds kind of nice. he wants to be knocked out so he doesn't hurt anyone. he wants to get violently drunk and sleep and pretend this is a dream. he'd tie himself up, too. god knows he does it willingly.
the bad thoughts cycle continues, but it dissolves out mostly, staticky and quiet, a low hum accompanied by discordant violin, and he shudders, one last time. it feels like he's going to be sick.
but he lets shenhe's words try and stick, try and melt into his chest and stay. ]
... I know. [ it's a little hoarse, this time. heavy. the tears have finally stopped, like a leaky, broken faucet. ] I know.
[ and it's echoed, there, in his thoughts.
... ]
... I need... I need you to stay. [ he'll admit that much. a stumble, in the right direction towards care. ] With me. Tomorrow. If -
[ clarity, then. a thought like a light in the darkness of his own despair. If someone says something about this or calls it karma, I will hurt them.
a hand, shakily reaching out for help in the dark. ]
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[she says, without hesitation. she closes her eyes.]
I will stay with you. And I will do my best to make sure you don't hurt anybody. But I believe you won't.
[and she means that - she'll be with him for as long as he needs her. he's earned that loyalty. she'll stay now, too, in this hotel room, rocking him gently, letting you raise me up drift through her thoughts as she does.
they can face the world tomorrow.]