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driftfleet2016-01-11 05:27 pm
killedwithlove) wrote in driftfleet2016-01-11 05:27 pm
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And then he has to go be weird again
Who: Cole + Anyone willing to come find him on the Pathstone
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Cole's bunk on the Pathstone
When: Now ish?
[Usually, Cole manages a fairly good impression of amicably odd. And, normally, he's a fairly stable person, at the least he's out and about and piloting and generally sticking his nose into people's hurts to help them.
But he's retreated into his heretofore unused bunk for the last day or so. He talks to himself a lot in a whisper and worse, he seems to have wrangled up paint from somewhere, because on the floor outside his bunk, there's painted writing.]
A gold sonnet
[The handwriting is sharp and rushed and unpracticed.]
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Cole's bunk on the Pathstone
When: Now ish?
[Usually, Cole manages a fairly good impression of amicably odd. And, normally, he's a fairly stable person, at the least he's out and about and piloting and generally sticking his nose into people's hurts to help them.
But he's retreated into his heretofore unused bunk for the last day or so. He talks to himself a lot in a whisper and worse, he seems to have wrangled up paint from somewhere, because on the floor outside his bunk, there's painted writing.]
A gold sonnet
[The handwriting is sharp and rushed and unpracticed.]
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[It's not always a position she'd held, truth be told. Once she had felt the exact opposite, steadfastly keeping herself from making romantic connections with anyone just in case their fight took a turn that wouldn't see her living through the end of everything.]
Elize is young, it's harder for her, but she's strong. We'll both be alright. So will you, Cole. It just takes time.
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No, it's not like that. Cullen going doesn't cut into me. Cullen didn't like me, he tolerated me because he cared about you and Elize, but he could never quite forget that I could be one of them, one of the creatures from the spire, wearing his friends' faces, whispering wickedness.
It hurts me, because it hurts you. I wanted Cullen to like me, but he didn't, and that's okay.
But it still isn't okay. You said it would be and Elize can't stop crying and her pain screams and echoes and rattles in my chest and I can't help her. I can't help her.