And you can't pull me down

[musacal]

[ There's a groundhog anxiously pacing around the halls when suddenly everyone appears in the lobby and she's rushing up after all the initial reactions. ]

Wh... What happened?!

[ And where the FUCK is Maya UHHHHH ]


(ooc: y'all can respond to this however you want and make any generic top levels you need!)

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[brokeforgood]

Getting grounded? In my experience, yeah. [ Farrah smiles at her—- even if it’s hysterical and sounds… so imperfect, for Maya, it really is something.

She sits down next to Maya, letting out a breath she feels like she’s been holding for too long.]

I guess I know how helpless you all felt on Wednesday, now.

[mayavericks]

I more meant taking the blame off their younger siblings.

[If Farrah's close enough, Maya's going to lay her head against her shoulder. And while she's tucked there, she hands over a little letter.]

[brokeforgood]

That too. [... But that's an unhealthy relationship we can examine at another time, because she's definitely close enough, and there's something about Maya laying her head against Farrah that's extremely heart-wrenching and warming at the same time. Farrah's gotten well used to relying on others for phsyical comfrot since she got here, though, so she's more than happy to cuddle up, even rest her head against Maya's a little bit.

She takes the letter from Maya, and stares at it.]

You want me to-- now? Or later?

[mayavericks]

Now. I... would hate to repeat myself and ruin the impact.

[For now, she remains cozied up against Farrah. She's still exhausted, but she isn't in as much pain thanks to the medicine Peregrine had provided.]

[brokeforgood]

Right. The impact. [The impact of "FUCK YOU FARRAH", she assumes, which is gonna be pretty awkward to read while they're cuddling, but-- if that's what Maya wants, she guesses she'll go with it.

She peels open the letter, unfolds it, and quietly immerses herself in it. She snickers, perhaps a little rudely, about Maya expecting her to give her hell for it-- then her face gets solemn. She folds the letter back up, setting it on her lap. She's quiet, for a bit more-- contemplative, almost. Weird, again, for Farrah. Then she lets out a shaky breath.]

I'm-- I'm so glad--

I thought I damned you, asking those stupid fucking questions. It was so fucking awful, I don't-- I don't know how you did it, all those times.

[mayavericks]

I hated every second. I hated being right. [Which, quickly makes her sheepishly smile up at Farrah.] That is not why I wanted you to be right though. I just think you deserved it, after having to suffer condemnation and anger for being upset. You deserved to find the right answers and be the hero.

[She reaches up and pets her hand through Farrah's hair as best as she can.]

I'm sorry, though. I said as much already but... It doesn't change the fact that I will be apologizing for years to come.

[brokeforgood]

Finding out what we did... There's no way to walk out of that, feeling like a hero. There never is. [She reaches over, and yanks the ponytail holder out of one of her braids, so Maya can fully play with her hair. Peregrine seemed to like it, that one time, so maybe Maya will too.]

You don't really have to apologize to me. Like, yeah, I had to see a corpse and put my hand in dead-Orpheus' mouth, but that wasn't really your fault---

[mayavericks]

I suppose not.

[Almost greedily, Maya works her fingers through the newly freed hair. It's nice to touch something soft. Is this how therapy animals work? Should she be cuddling with Ruddiger? Maybe she --

Wait what the fuck did Farrah just say.]

Why would you --

[brokeforgood]

[Farrah’s basically like a wild animal, she’s half therapy pet at this point. She’s busy enjoying Maya playing with her hair, and even tugs down the other half when she… realizes what she said]

Maya. Don’t judge me, I don’t know how you’re supposed to look at dead bodies!

I thought there might be a clue in his mouth!

[mayavericks]

[Hair.... Hair soft and good and warm. She pet.]

Right. Okay. A clue in his mouth. Of course.

[brokeforgood]

There wasn't. [Maya knows, Farrah. She killed the man.]

But there could have been.

[mayavericks]

[She shakes her head. Talking about this is morbid and she shouldn't be amused but. God.]