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come_sailaway2023-12-31 09:30 pm
decohere) wrote in come_sailaway2023-12-31 09:30 pm
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i'm like a bird, i only fly away
Who: Ava & OTA
When: End of December
Warnings: Village discussions likely
i. you're beautiful, that's for sure
Do Not Disturb.
The sign is posted outside their cabin door the day they return and remains through the end of the year, to discourage any well-meaning visitors from bringing any extra stress. She takes great care in securing an environment that Peter can feel safe to recover in, until he's ready to face anyone else.
(text if needed -ava)
ii. you'll never, ever fade
Though she doesn't leave the room much herself, she does occasionally convince herself of the need for fresh air, to walk off the anxiety around the sports deck. She isn't paying much attention to where she's going though, eyes fixed on the stars.
iii. you're lovely, but it's not for sure
She can be found sometimes at the cafe, staring into her cup of tea or preparing a platter to bring back to the room.
iv. that i won't ever change
Toward the end of the week she's got a large pile of dirty clothes she's sorting through in the laundry room, separating the lights (mostly hers) from the darks (mostly Peter's). She has a small pile of things she's pulling out of the pockets, after making the mistake of having washed her pens one time too many. She finds the number badge, and clutches tightly to it.
v. and though my love is rare
And in the middle of one afternoon she's completely passed out in a library armchair, too many late nights watching guard over her husband sleep catching up with her. Jurassic Park lays open on the floor by her feet.
vi. and though my love is true
wildcard me
When: End of December
Warnings: Village discussions likely
i. you're beautiful, that's for sure
Do Not Disturb.
The sign is posted outside their cabin door the day they return and remains through the end of the year, to discourage any well-meaning visitors from bringing any extra stress. She takes great care in securing an environment that Peter can feel safe to recover in, until he's ready to face anyone else.
(text if needed -ava)
ii. you'll never, ever fade
Though she doesn't leave the room much herself, she does occasionally convince herself of the need for fresh air, to walk off the anxiety around the sports deck. She isn't paying much attention to where she's going though, eyes fixed on the stars.
iii. you're lovely, but it's not for sure
She can be found sometimes at the cafe, staring into her cup of tea or preparing a platter to bring back to the room.
iv. that i won't ever change
Toward the end of the week she's got a large pile of dirty clothes she's sorting through in the laundry room, separating the lights (mostly hers) from the darks (mostly Peter's). She has a small pile of things she's pulling out of the pockets, after making the mistake of having washed her pens one time too many. She finds the number badge, and clutches tightly to it.
v. and though my love is rare
And in the middle of one afternoon she's completely passed out in a library armchair, too many late nights watching guard over her husband sleep catching up with her. Jurassic Park lays open on the floor by her feet.
vi. and though my love is true
wildcard me
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"Keep thinking I'm going to wake back up there, you know?"
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Too well, actually. When he manages to sleep, a deep, dark dread settles in and stays with him through the night. When he wakes up choking on nightmares of torture and brainwash, the dread is there. It withdraws only when he drags himself from bed the next morning but even then, it's not really gone. It's always just a pace behind him, like a shadow.
"Are you okay?" A beat. "I guess that's a pretty dumb question."
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"Were you one of the ones...?" that got taken away. Tortured. Brainwashed. It happened to far too many of those she knows, and she has no idea how many others were.
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"Yeah but I mean it's..." He trails off with a wave of his hand, as if dismissing something trivial. "You know. It's not a big deal. Everyone made it back. That's what really matters."