+ Guilt Runs Deep

[vitaelamorte]

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!

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[entreats]

[ At least things do seem to be heading in the right direction. Which is a good thing, since the only thing worse than what she's doing to her own feelings right now would be if she was doing it for a cause that didn't even work out in the end.

Ange is mostly sunken off in thought during most of what Lapis says, her brain just picking up on the main message there. But everything snaps a bit more back into focus with that last part, since at this point she'd rather just be left out of this altogether, thank you very much--

(At least she can just ignore Jasper and talk directly to Lapis as if the other wasn't there, right.) ]

You've gotten better, so there's no point in thinking too much about this memory anymore. It's in the past, and it won't repeat itself in the future. [ Since Lapis isn't the same person anymore as she was in this memory then. ] So let's just ditch it and get out of here.

[ Because Ange needs a nap. Or three? Or maybe a winter hibernation without emotions. ]

[ssmisery]

[Yyyyeah, Lapis is gonna need about fifty naps herself after this. It's been a hell of a day (ba-dum-tish). But she's turned some kind of a corner, and some things at least look clearer than before. She hesitates another long moment, gathering the nerve to believe that it really is an option, that it really is okay. But she's finally open to the belief that it just might be.

She brushes Jasper's enormous hand away and looks to Ange. It's unfortunate that the girl's poker face really is that good, because Lapis probably would want to know how bothered she is, but on the bright side Lapis still feels kinda bad all on her own accord about how that went. She's exhausted and drained and largely out of spoons, though, and this really isn't the place to sort that out just this moment.]

Come on. I don't want to give her the satisfaction.

[Of what? She isn't specifying. It's time to get off this beach, though. ...However precisely that works.]