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itscurtains2021-06-19 03:52 pm
mayavericks) wrote in itscurtains2021-06-19 03:52 pm
Is This Where You Wanna Be? Crawling On Your Hands and Knees?
[In a perfect world, Maya would have been able to isolate herself for the rest of the evening. It's not like her to wallow in her feelings, but it's also not like her to be trapped away in a murder school or part of an execution so... not like she has much choice there. Besides, between the influence of Janis, and the sight of her remaining dormmates, it's clear that Maya simply can't... let things go.
It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.
It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.
Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.
Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]
It's like she told the SQUIP. They look to her for hope. And so, hope she must be. It's her job to stand tall for the others. Thankfully help comes easier this time -- there's no need to scruff Discord, or try to keep Spongebob from making Hate Patties. Maybe that, in and of itself, is a good sign.
It's just another fluke. They'll be okay. They're together, after all. Even Salieri and Discord are getting along well enough to help.
Cutting potatoes proves to be an interesting task, considering the fact that most of the knives are missing. Maya has a few guesses as to how that happened, but she won't point fingers again today. She makes do with what she has -- two swords between her and Cassandra.
Potatoes, cakes, pies -- the arrangement is much the same. There's even cocoa (made by less experienced hands, unfortunately), and alcohol. It all feels like a repeat of last week, but she's trying to not think about it. She does her best to keep a smile on her face as she knocks on each door, inviting others to the cafeteria once more.]
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[But they hadn't been there, and he was found by the one person who wouldn't. The Balladeer could so easily start to blame himself - but, for once, it's counter-productive.]
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[ She can't finish that sentence. Why didn't she try and talk to him again last night? Why didn't she just sit with him? ]
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[Do you, like, want a hug?]
You're only human. You can't be everywhere all the time - people understand that. He...he knew you cared about him.
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[ God, it sounds like a hug would be perfect right now! ]
I knew how his thoughts could be, I had heard them—
I wanted to be his light!
He could just listen, or even return them,
'Cause he needed me last night...
Yes, he needed me last night...
He needed me last night...
Oh, last night...!
[ And she slumps on the bench. So close to where Connor took his last breaths. ]
If only I had known that.
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You didn't know. We - none of us did. Someone probably should've stayed back, but we didn't know.
[You could say the same for him, after all. There's no reason he couldn't have stuck around to help clean up.]
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She wishes she'd known. She wishes, somehow, there was something that she could do. ]
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This is something Peregrine doesn't know yet. Still, she appreciates his comfort, all the same. She leans into the Balladeer's side, sobbing and hugging back as tight as she can. ]
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