Date: 2023-10-01 05:30 am (UTC)
sharkgirl: (eighty-four)
From: [personal profile] sharkgirl
[she rolls back over, and looks out at him again.]

Yeah. [it's funny because that is exactly what she said to nico.] I feel like an idiot. And kind of empty. It's weird.

Date: 2023-10-01 05:54 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] sharkgirl
... Yeah.

[tired is a good word. she's exhausted, living a too-long life full of too many people who can't stop hurting her when she reaches out. she used to be angry about it, but now it's just like - what's another scab to pick at.

she squirms a little closer to the edge of the bed. not out from it, just. close.]


M'sorry.

[she doesn't know what for, she just kinda feels like he should hear a sorry from someone. for chiemi, for norma, for the friend he set out to kill.]

Date: 2023-10-01 06:13 am (UTC)
sharkgirl: (seventy-four)
From: [personal profile] sharkgirl
[expires right here under the bed just straight up perishes

he shoves at her gently and she bats at him just as gently, and then he drops that and she just kind of scrunches up like a bug. she has been Perceived

she doesn't even know how to respond. yes! she has been! but admitting it sounds stupid and bad and embarrassing, and she doesn't care if she's been alone for a long time, like whatever! she's survived, hasn't she! she swallows hard. opens her mouth, and then closes it.

and looks at him, a little helplessly.]

Date: 2023-10-01 06:55 am (UTC)
sharkgirl: (seventy-three)
From: [personal profile] sharkgirl
[horse

there's silence for a second, as she just kind of sits with those words, and tries to hear them. she tries really, really hard. it might take a while for them to settle properly. you shouldn't have been. you should've had something.

she crawls out from under the bed and wraps her arms around him and just clings.]

Date: 2023-10-01 07:07 am (UTC)
sharkgirl: (sixty-seven)
From: [personal profile] sharkgirl
[she doesn't cry, but god is it a close thing. she just stays where she is, in her stupid pink sweater that she tore up without a thought to fix his knuckles, in a room where nine other people were excited to get animal charms from her, with a pirate who said i see you, nimona. i've got you.

she hides her face, and holds onto him so tightly she might accidentally leave marks. digs her claws in. don't leave, don't go.]

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