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Date: 2022-08-29 11:07 pm (UTC)
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[ no sobs wrack her body; she doesn’t shake as she weeps. her tears are nearly silent and she lets them go until she has no more left inside. even with no more tears left, she remains pressed against him, clinging. she’s always kept her expectations of others in check, careful to never have too much faith in them. Dahlia made sure her trust would be tenuous with even those she’s grown to care for, always expecting some betrayal or abandonment in the back of her mind.

Rose and Chris had given her fresh faith, however, and D has helped strengthen that faith.

after a time, she finally pulls back, cheeks still damp, eyes puffy. she avoids eye contact now, almost as if she were ashamed of herself. she rubs the fabric of her pajamas between index and thumb in an anxious manner, eyes downcast. ]


Sorry. [ she forces the apology out, the word tight. ] I guess I’m… I’m feeling worse than I thought.

[ between the grief and the exhaustion and relief brought on by D’s words, she’s drained. ]

Date: 2022-09-05 07:18 pm (UTC)
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[ she bites at her inner cheek and only acknowledges his initial statement with a tiny nod. his question, though, receives a harder nod. ]

Yeah. [ a grouping of nods this time ] Yeah, I am. It’s been a while since I’ve looked forward to crashing.

Date: 2022-09-07 08:08 pm (UTC)
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[ were she feeling even a little okay, she may have pressed him about his other guest or playfully joked about her habit of breaking rules. instead, she just nods numbly before she stands up. ]

I’ll grab my shit. Give me a minute. [ she exits the living room with a shuffle and, by the creaking sounds of the staircase, heads upstairs. it only takes a few minutes before she stumbles back down them, a leather bag slung over a shoulder, stuffed hastily with clothes and various essentials and one very old, very powerful seal she’d never feel safe leaving out of her sight for long.

when she returns to the living room, she scoops up a worn teddy bear that had been nestled under her blankets and shoves it, too, into her bag. ]


Right. I’m… I guess I’m ready. [ the idea of staying somewhere else feels strange. she knows she won’t be gone forever, maybe not even for long, but somehow it still manages to make her feel heavy; emotional. ]

Date: 2022-09-14 03:02 am (UTC)
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[ even in her grief, she still somehow manages to get a little starry-eyed when they enter the coffin. she's never seen anything like it but once she's over her awe (which takes several minutes of curious exploration), she'll finally turn to him. ]

So... how does this sleep work? Does it last a long time?

Date: 2022-09-16 12:08 am (UTC)
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No. No, I think morning is a good idea. [ She really needs as much rest as she can get right now. She's run herself ragged. ] It'll be nice to finally sleep through the night for once.

[ Even when she's not grieving, or in a state of high stress, her sleep is always broken. Nightmares are always on the edge of her consciousness. As she got older, they woke her up much less, but it happens more often than it doesn't.

She'll peek through the rooms on the first floor, still in visible awe. She's never been anywhere quite so nice. She never grew up in squalor but many of the homes Chris could manage to get them into had seen better days. She picks a room and drops her bag into a chair. ]
It's not such a bad place you got yourself.

Date: 2022-09-21 09:46 pm (UTC)
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[ Sharon does as he suggests. She slips off her shoes and slides them to the side before she changes into a clean pair of pajamas and slips into the bed, sliding under the covers. She would have felt awkward and out of place in any room here but her exhaustion and grief make those feelings difficult to hold onto; just a momentary blip in her mind. ]

All right. [ She calls to him. ] Knock me the fuck out, D. [ She means it both genuinely and humorously. ]

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