Attachment: 16120708.jpg [Another selfie, this time of Krieg's face. The light in the photo isn't the best, because it's still early. Krieg is laying down, and the Darumaka is curled up on his pillow in the crook of his neck and shoulder. His expression is somewhere between puzzled and resigned.]
THEy're letting me out today. I guess I have a new monster.]
[ Between the icy path set before her and the guilt she still carried, it wasn't untul she made it to Blackthorn City several days later that she even stopped to look at her gear, let alone respond.
Her message is clipped, and there are no accompanying images. ]
[Her silence up until this point has been slowly killing him. The only way to deal with it is by not dealing with it, something he...used to be better at. The new baby Aron and his new little Darumaka friend have both been welcome - and vital - distractions, but her absence and her silence have been affecting him nevertheless.
Her replies, when they finally come, are so short and so clipped he almost doesn't respond. She must be angry with him still, for not listening to her, for pushing her, for forcing her to deal with the aftermath of his stubbornness. The guilt he's been distracting himself from crashes in, nestling in the pit of his stomach. He feels like vomiting. But he thinks if he starts then he might never stop.]
SHe doesn't have to. WIll you hang on to it for mE? IT can wait until I see you again.
[Then he can apologize in person, to her face, and maybe, somehow, he'll think of a way to make things right between them again.
There has to be a way, doesn't there?
He can't let himself even consider the alternative.]
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brokencode) wrote2016-08-22 05:17 am
December 16th; text
[Another selfie, this time of Krieg's face. The light in the photo isn't the best, because it's still early. Krieg is laying down, and the Darumaka is curled up on his pillow in the crook of his neck and shoulder. His expression is somewhere between puzzled and resigned.]
THEy're letting me out today. I guess I have a new monster.]
December 19, text
Her message is clipped, and there are no accompanying images. ]
Bailey can bring you your mask.no subject
He knows you will take good care of him.no subject
Her replies, when they finally come, are so short and so clipped he almost doesn't respond. She must be angry with him still, for not listening to her, for pushing her, for forcing her to deal with the aftermath of his stubbornness. The guilt he's been distracting himself from crashes in, nestling in the pit of his stomach. He feels like vomiting. But he thinks if he starts then he might never stop.]
SHe doesn't have to. WIll you hang on to it for mE? IT can wait until I see you again.
[Then he can apologize in person, to her face, and maybe, somehow, he'll think of a way to make things right between them again.
There has to be a way, doesn't there?
He can't let himself even consider the alternative.]