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Entry tags:
- #open,
- ahs: misty day,
- dangan ronpa: kiyotaka ishimaru,
- dangan ronpa: kokichi oma,
- fables: grendel,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- gravity falls: stanley pines,
- gravity falls: wendy corduroy,
- jjba: jolyne kujo,
- marvel: natasha romanoff,
- marvel: steve rogers,
- mlp: starlight glimmer,
- mlp: sunburst,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- newsflesh: shaun mason,
- outlander: bree randall,
- outlander: claire fraser,
- outlander: jamie fraser,
- over the garden wall: wirt,
- psych: juliet o'hara,
- steven universe: steven universe,
- the vampire diaries: klaus mikaelson,
- the walking dead game: clementine,
- the walking dead game: louis,
- the walking dead: michonne,
- umineko: ange ushiromiya
+ Guilt Runs Deep
Who: Everyone!
Where: The Mansion
When: Feb 23-25
Rating: Please warn in top level subject lines for potential triggers/NSFW
Summary: Various residents are trapped in their own guilt, watching their guiltiest memory play on a loop.
The Story:
Welcome to the gathering post for the event. Please see the plotting post for more information + the bulletin board link. Have fun!
Where: The Mansion
When: Feb 23-25
Rating: Please warn in top level subject lines for potential triggers/NSFW
Summary: Various residents are trapped in their own guilt, watching their guiltiest memory play on a loop.
The Story:
Welcome to the gathering post for the event. Please see the plotting post for more information + the bulletin board link. Have fun!
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"Yes. You're not the most unfortunate thing I've had to accept since defecting from Homeworld."
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Then she shoots Peridot one last frown, just an actual sad one this time. It is very much a Lapis expression.
Then she shudders again, all over and a bit violently, and glows.
Unfusing is rarely graceful, even if the circumstances are a bit odd here, and Lapis lands flat on her back in the sand. In just a moment she levers up to her elbows, but she's pretty exhausted. Frankly that whole thing hurt her rockbrain too. She's probably still going to have to react or something, but give her a sec.
On the ground next to her is Jasper's gem.
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She resists the urge to run to her, and instead just slowly gets up and walks over, and once again, she extends her hand to offer her a hand up this time.
Her expression is twisted into sheepish worry. The world hasn't dissipated yet. She's not sure if this is fully over. Maybe it won't ever be. Maybe that's okay. "Did it work?"
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She can, however, accept it at all, and that's a marked improvement. It's frustrating that it still kind of feels like she must be doing something wrong, that she can't just properly appreciate having someone so thoroughly on her side. But it's... it's such a damn miracle that the hand is somehow still there at all. If there's one thing she's established, it's that there is no way to mistake that for anything but good. Also, Lapis is sufficiently worn out that, while she can stand up under her own power, it might honestly take longer, and nobody needs this pointlessly protracted any more than it already has been.
'Did it work', like this was all a puzzle awaiting the right input to solve. The awful kicker is that it really was, too. Lapis doesn't answer that immediately. Helping her up feels like nothing, and her expression is unreadable, aside from her generally looking like a bit of a mess of a person. Regardless, she's coming along cooperatively. She casts an uncertain glance at Jasper's disembodied gem; it's unclear whether Lapis knew it was there or just now noticed it. But then it's back to what's in front of her. When she does speak it's quiet, as if all the shouting that didn't come from her throat tired that out too, but she answers dutifully, because she owes that much. "I think so."
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Despite knowing that Lapis has been manhandled a lot and that touch is probably way too much right now, especially intense physical contact, Peridot still drops Lapis's hand and goes for the hug. It's brief and she pulls back almost instantly, rather than let it linger too long and potentially force Lapis to push her away.
"Good," she says. And then, because that feels underwhelming as a response, she adds, "I'm glad."
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"Peridot," she says, still quietly, but now because she also has to struggle to figure out the words she wants to say. Well, besides an obvious one or two. "Thank you. This, and... you help me so much. You're always helping me, and I'm..."
Never going to be able to repay it. Not even always able to accept it gracefully.
Going to keep having these things happen, all this drama and messy unsolvable problems, going to keep on needing to be bailed out.
Nothing like you.
Not worth it, maybe. But she doesn't get to decide that.
It's frustrating. Because she knows, she does, that Peridot doesn't care. But maybe someone SHOULD. Maybe she does. Her fists tighten.
She has no idea how to end that sentence, ultimately. Peridot already knows perfectly well what she is, and other than the frustration she could dredge up more of, Lapis just feels hollowed-out. The only thing she can see how to accomplish right now is more arguing in the circles she already ceded. "Let's get out of here."
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She casts guilt aside like a tool she doesn't need anymore. Already it's filed away neatly with Homeworld sensibilities and casual gem classism- these feelings I have for these things I've done don't matter to me and shouldn't matter to anyone else.
Lapis does not have a brain that files things away neatly. Lapis's brain is a tempest in a teapot, scattering baggage and guilt every which way, but there's just not enough room to hurl it so far that she can't find it again. They'll be here again. They've only stopped this Hell.
Peridot doesn't care. The scene fades and they're back in the barn with only the memory that were storms here once. It still tastes like salty sea air and the ground still feels gritty under her feet, and she makes a face. All the words she could have said before are abruptly replaced with mild disdain as she looks at their room. "We're... probably going to have to borrow another room for the weekend. The barn is a little... unfortunate right now."