Oh god. (Return)

Apr 17, 2009 19:54



Once he stumbles and nearly falls, just catching himself, and it makes him look up. His eyes widen and he backs up. “No. No. Jesus Christ, no.” His eyes are wide and round as he backs up. “You can’t do this to me,” he says, hoarsely, and ducks behind a tree. He might be there, again. She might be there. And therefore he can’t be. If they could ( Read more... )

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crimson_sugar April 18 2009, 03:34:13 UTC
Sugar doesn't know to find Cal outside. She isn't even past the porch, and the only reason she's there is that she couldn't stand looking at the walls anymore.

Her face is still covered in sorrow, her eyes still flow with tears, from time to time, but at least the evening breeze is gentle. Her hand holds to the railing as she takes a shaking breath.

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emocaliban April 18 2009, 03:38:03 UTC
He's probably visible from the porch, a little black clad shape on the lawn, curled into a little ball, shaking, though the tears probably aren't audible from the porch. He needs to run, needs to hide.

But he's just so tired.

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crimson_sugar April 18 2009, 04:32:48 UTC
She stills, when her eyes discern the shape, quickened by a sudden spark of hope, something sharp and tangy, and she moves, soft steps on the lawn, careful, quiet.

Just in case it's someone else. Just in case this isn't someone she can help. Just in case it's a dream.

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emocaliban April 18 2009, 04:36:15 UTC
Cal doesn't quite hear her, still curled up, still ragged.

But still Cal. Definitely still Cal. And hearing someone approaching...he can't get up, not now. It's not Niko, it's not Robin. Maybe someone's come to kill him. He can always hope.

He waits, eyes closed.

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