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versusnurture) wrote2014-12-23 01:59 pm
versusnurture) wrote2014-12-23 01:59 pm
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[Healing comes on her quicker than she had expected. She isn't healed, but healing is happening to her. To her, a process she feels she has no control over. It seems sacrilegious, missing the people she came to see as family less on certain days, more on others. She believes that grief should be a constant stream. She believes it should be as perfect as she can't be.]
[It's on the days that she misses Hannibal the least that she feels the most volatile, that she could hurt someone if they looked at her wrong. It's on those days that she's a little afraid of herself, and a little proud - for still possessing those urges, for not succumbing to them.]
[She hangs around the Enclosure, waiting to be let in, not sure if she'll be trusted with that freedom by anyone but the people who know her, the people she's tricked or the people she's let in. She wants to go hiking. She wants to go hunting. She wants to feel power in her hands or in the churn of her legs over rough terrain.]
[She has no idea what she wants.]
private } ben, backdated pre-breach
We have to talk. About Jerry.
private } admiral
You obviously need some new baking equipment, since you spend so much of your time giving us baked goods. Do something nice for yourself.
For Ceres, pressed rosehips in glass.
For Andrew, a Super 8 camera and playback equipment.
For Arkin, new henleys. An empty photo album, with a lock. A glass figurine of a realistic heart.
For Ben, new clothes, a kind he's never tried before. Maybe button-downs. A copy of Aesop's Fables.
For Luna, glitter paint, fan brushes, a deer mask.
For Gwen, pretty cashmere scarves in pastels.
For Anya, silver hair pins. Sharp ones, shaped like beech leaves.
For Helena, a silver cross pendant.
For Dillon, I want to get him something he can't fix, but I don't know what that is. So warm wool sweaters, red and gray.
For Scott, pictures of his mom. Pictures of Jack. All smiling.
For Arthas, pictures of the people he's lost this year. Even if he doesn't want them.
And for Cambridge, that "from the desk of" stationary, cream-colored, fancy and stiff.
[It's on the days that she misses Hannibal the least that she feels the most volatile, that she could hurt someone if they looked at her wrong. It's on those days that she's a little afraid of herself, and a little proud - for still possessing those urges, for not succumbing to them.]
[She hangs around the Enclosure, waiting to be let in, not sure if she'll be trusted with that freedom by anyone but the people who know her, the people she's tricked or the people she's let in. She wants to go hiking. She wants to go hunting. She wants to feel power in her hands or in the churn of her legs over rough terrain.]
[She has no idea what she wants.]
private } ben, backdated pre-breach
We have to talk. About Jerry.
private } admiral
You obviously need some new baking equipment, since you spend so much of your time giving us baked goods. Do something nice for yourself.
For Ceres, pressed rosehips in glass.
For Andrew, a Super 8 camera and playback equipment.
For Arkin, new henleys. An empty photo album, with a lock. A glass figurine of a realistic heart.
For Ben, new clothes, a kind he's never tried before. Maybe button-downs. A copy of Aesop's Fables.
For Luna, glitter paint, fan brushes, a deer mask.
For Gwen, pretty cashmere scarves in pastels.
For Anya, silver hair pins. Sharp ones, shaped like beech leaves.
For Helena, a silver cross pendant.
For Dillon, I want to get him something he can't fix, but I don't know what that is. So warm wool sweaters, red and gray.
For Scott, pictures of his mom. Pictures of Jack. All smiling.
For Arthas, pictures of the people he's lost this year. Even if he doesn't want them.
And for Cambridge, that "from the desk of" stationary, cream-colored, fancy and stiff.
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