[ it's strange how she's not actually the first to say that, and even if he does feel there's probably at least some truth to the statement, it feels as real as the smile he wears half the time. if margo were here, she'd probably chastise him for thinking otherwise, burying away whatever good there really is with the usual pomp and circumstance. she isn't though, and eliot feels worse for it, knowing that even though he knows what she would say, the reassurance loses all meaning unless he hears it from her himself.
no, he could never be that, could he? he'd even managed to fuck up the one thing the great cock said he'd been born to do, condemned his friends to the monster's games for nearly a year. that's not wise at all. ]
I don't know that I am. I've just been through a lot.
[And she doesn't ask him what he went through - she knows, better than most, that prying doesn't feel good, that pain sits differently in everyone's ribcage.]
[ it's clear from that alone that she must be young-hearted, at the least if not simply young. if she really is eleven from the show he'd seen, then it tracks, and he can't help but feel protective, at least for her sake. the world isn't always such a caring or forgiving place. that's how he'd learned at all, and it had been the greatest struggle to push through everything the universe had brought against him, in every single world he had faced.
help is always good. kind words too.
if only it had been so simple. ]
we'll need to if we want to survive
you should take care though not everyone here is who they seem to be myself included
[She's had to deal with both. Her instinct is to be wary - of strangers especially. At the same time, moving past that suspicion has gained her... friends, here. Unexpectedly.
Nothing will ever replace everyone she's lost - or everyone who's lost her, as it were. But there's been comfort in the people she's met.]
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savingthrows) wrote2019-07-31 01:14 am
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[Even in text, she parrots back the lessons she learns.]
youre very wise el
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no, he could never be that, could he? he'd even managed to fuck up the one thing the great cock said he'd been born to do, condemned his friends to the monster's games for nearly a year. that's not wise at all. ]
I don't know that I am.
I've just been through a lot.
thank you though el
you're very sweet
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we need to help each other here
nice words help
[And she doesn't ask him what he went through - she knows, better than most, that prying doesn't feel good, that pain sits differently in everyone's ribcage.]
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help is always good. kind words too.
if only it had been so simple. ]
we'll need to if we want to survive
you should take care though
not everyone here is who they seem to be
myself included
protect yourself first, won't you?
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do you mean bad people
or do you mean monsters
[She's had to deal with both. Her instinct is to be wary - of strangers especially. At the same time, moving past that suspicion has gained her... friends, here. Unexpectedly.
Nothing will ever replace everyone she's lost - or everyone who's lost her, as it were. But there's been comfort in the people she's met.]