So, what happened? [And with that, he tosses the Forge onto the couch next to him, that ugly re-upholstered thing, and he slowly finds his feet. His steps sound lazy, the scuff of his boots loud against the wooden floor while he meets her at the door.]
Welcome home. [And he says it with sentiment, pointedly, before sighing.] I don't know what I need, other than to not feel like this anymore.
Do you want to talk about it? [Because he was curious. He was thoughtful. He wanted to know everything he could about you, just as he wanted to help, wanted to make her smile.]
Irene...
[He sighed a little before wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his forehead against her shoulder.] Thanks...
[Would it help? She's not sure, but she does know that it's high time
she did get some of it out. Maybe not the worst parts of it (those parts
she'd rather take to the grave), but she returns the embrace, holds it and murmurs:]
After what passed between Priscilla and myself. I blamed the Mist, but in
truth it was my fault. In many ways. Not only did I betray her confidence...
...I can't truly be sure that the way she found out was entirely accidental.
I may have wanted her to know. I should have told her myself, what
I'd done. Better yet, not been so hasty to agree to...
[A quiet sigh.]
I sought out combat with an opponent I had no hope of winning against, and when wounded, I didn't let myself heal. Stayed in Dismas long enough that the scar would serve as a permanent reminder. If that's not wanting punishment, I don't know what is.
[She kind of misses that horrible couch sometimes! Not so much sitting on it, but the ridiculous noise it makes when someone else does.]
[He listened, quietly, attentively, pulling back long enough so he could look her in the eye. He knew the feeling, had done the same damn thing to Priscilla, had punished himself and put himself through the ringer under the idea that it could make it better. Oh, he knew this route well.]
Did you learn from it?
[Not, ‘Are you okay?’ or ‘These things happen’. No ‘It will be okay’. Just…]
Sometimes we do something wrong, and it’s a reminder that we don’t know everything, that we gotta keep working on ourselves. Life’s a journey, Irene. Sometimes, it’s all a giant learning experience, and the greatest thing we can do in that situation and to the person we wronged is to realize where we misstepped, take that knowledge, and never do it again. Do you think you can do it?
[He sighed.] I remember that fight. You scared me back then, scared a lot of people. You need to remember there are a lot of folks who care about you here, and they don’t want to see you hurt, even if you feel like hurting yourself.
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Voice
Date: 2011-04-19 02:50 am (UTC)What did he say?
If he wanted to make an example of someone, I don't think Kunsel would be his first choice.
Everything will be all right.
[...]
Have you slept?
Voice
Date: 2011-04-19 02:53 am (UTC)[...]
The apartment's too empty to sleep in.
Voice
Date: 2011-04-20 06:57 pm (UTC)[She's used to just letting things lie. Leaving things alone, unsaid, but...]
Do you know when he is coming home?
[And she's just about there. Slows down, steps quietly toward the door.]
It's not too empty now, is it?
Voice -- 100th comment! WOO!
Date: 2011-04-21 05:11 pm (UTC)[He fell quiet again.]
If he comes home, you mean. I-- I don't know.
[Oh, he hears your steps, lady. He hears them and it makes him happy.]
No. Not anymore.
Voice - f yeah!!!!
Date: 2011-04-21 05:45 pm (UTC)Which was what I wanted.
I'd already hurt the ones closest to me by then. I had no interest in seeing past that.
[Steps inside, quietly shutting the door behind her, silver eyes searching the room.]
[If?]
Good.
...I'll stay as long as you need me to. Whatever you need ---say the word and it's done.
Voice - /high fives
Date: 2011-04-22 06:45 pm (UTC)Welcome home. [And he says it with sentiment, pointedly, before sighing.] I don't know what I need, other than to not feel like this anymore.
/high fives back
Date: 2011-04-25 02:11 am (UTC)The punishment is ongoing. [And I brought it on myself.]
[And she pauses before reaching toward him, fingertips on his shoulder, pressing there in comfort and insistence ... perhaps question.]
/Voice ♥
Date: 2011-04-25 02:37 am (UTC)Irene...
[He sighed a little before wrapping his arms around her waist and resting his forehead against her shoulder.] Thanks...
[action <3]
Date: 2011-04-29 01:23 am (UTC)she did get some of it out. Maybe not the worst parts of it (those parts
she'd rather take to the grave), but she returns the embrace, holds it and murmurs:]
After what passed between Priscilla and myself. I blamed the Mist, but in
truth it was my fault. In many ways. Not only did I betray her confidence...
...I can't truly be sure that the way she found out was entirely accidental.
I may have wanted her to know. I should have told her myself, what
I'd done. Better yet, not been so hasty to agree to...
[A quiet sigh.]
I sought out combat with an opponent I had no hope of winning against, and when wounded, I didn't let myself heal. Stayed in Dismas long enough that the scar would serve as a permanent reminder. If that's not wanting punishment, I don't know what is.
[She kind of misses that horrible couch sometimes! Not so much sitting on it, but the ridiculous noise it makes when someone else does.]
[action <3333]
Date: 2011-04-30 04:45 pm (UTC)Did you learn from it?
[Not, ‘Are you okay?’ or ‘These things happen’. No ‘It will be okay’. Just…]
Sometimes we do something wrong, and it’s a reminder that we don’t know everything, that we gotta keep working on ourselves. Life’s a journey, Irene. Sometimes, it’s all a giant learning experience, and the greatest thing we can do in that situation and to the person we wronged is to realize where we misstepped, take that knowledge, and never do it again. Do you think you can do it?
[He sighed.] I remember that fight. You scared me back then, scared a lot of people. You need to remember there are a lot of folks who care about you here, and they don’t want to see you hurt, even if you feel like hurting yourself.
[The couch is boss. Just saying.]