[She’s awake for a long time. Mind alert, eyes staring ahead, skin feeling less like skin and more like damp air. She’s human, still. She’s flesh on bone when her throat is opened and fixed. She’s awake when new blood is forced into her.
When she’s able to blink, there’s tears on her face.
She thinks: dying was better, by comparison.
-
Maybe it’s her own fault that Billy’s voice filters in late. She’s trying to stir Murphy awake before she commits to carrying him. A knuckle on his cheek, fingers pinching his arm.
Billy’s voice comes and she wavers, legs like jelly. She doesn’t think House sees. She’s crying. This isn’t a surprise; what is a surprise is how much relief his voice gives her all over again. ]
you were never winning those arguments in the first place.
i would have hit q too. don’t tell him i said that, though. he was really nice about it all even though he can’t stand me rn.
[ He didn't sleep. He doubts Eddie did either; they probably kept Jim awake with how they twitched and shifted, got up for water, sat by the window looking out at the dark for minutes, minutes, minutes.
The area outside the gates are a full house. There was wailing. A last minute vigil in the early hours to the great, tremendous loss. He thinks she didn't get it, his late night slip, the diary entry he cast out toward that empty void in himself where her voice lives.
He worries because... not everyone comes back. Void Touched disappear all the time. Go back home or perhaps to a dinner plate. He won't know she's back until she's back, until then, what lives in him is: her dying. Feeling it. That little tether as it unraveled, until she was gone.
When her thoughts filter in, he twitches violently, mouth doing something complicated before he bullies it back to cold stoicism. Danny Johnson's around, after all. But— Billy Hargrove looks miserable. Anyone can tell. ]
sure i was. i can be real convincing.
[ Emotion remains stripped out. It's too raw. ] hey, baby. yeah, i am. you all there?
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Feb 1
When she’s able to blink, there’s tears on her face.
She thinks: dying was better, by comparison.
-
Maybe it’s her own fault that Billy’s voice filters in late. She’s trying to stir Murphy awake before she commits to carrying him. A knuckle on his cheek, fingers pinching his arm.
Billy’s voice comes and she wavers, legs like jelly. She doesn’t think House sees. She’s crying. This isn’t a surprise; what is a surprise is how much relief his voice gives her all over again. ]
you were never winning those arguments in the first place.
i would have hit q too. don’t tell him i said that, though. he was really nice about it all even though he can’t stand me rn.
are you at the gates?
no subject
The area outside the gates are a full house. There was wailing. A last minute vigil in the early hours to the great, tremendous loss. He thinks she didn't get it, his late night slip, the diary entry he cast out toward that empty void in himself where her voice lives.
He worries because... not everyone comes back. Void Touched disappear all the time. Go back home or perhaps to a dinner plate. He won't know she's back until she's back, until then, what lives in him is: her dying. Feeling it. That little tether as it unraveled, until she was gone.
When her thoughts filter in, he twitches violently, mouth doing something complicated before he bullies it back to cold stoicism. Danny Johnson's around, after all. But— Billy Hargrove looks miserable. Anyone can tell. ]
sure i was. i can be real convincing.
[ Emotion remains stripped out. It's too raw. ] hey, baby. yeah, i am.
you all there?
no subject
still human i think.
we won’t be long.
no subject
what do you need?
no subject
no subject
no subject
murphy is still unconscious. we can't wake him up, so i'm going to have to piggyback him out. he weighs a tonne, by the way.
no subject
but he's there too? alive?
no subject
no subject
no subject
maybe he's just pretending to be asleep so i have to carry him out
no subject
maybe.
give him a pinch. you can say it's from me.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
he'll never wake up then.
no subject
no subject
no subject
no subject
and mavis might eat you. that's her precious cargo.
no subject
no subject
everyone else woke up though. right?
no subject
no subject
okay. see you soon.
missed you.
no subject