+ 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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[twirlier]

"And it's awful he did," she says. "Her heart and yours," she adds, feeling so much for Gren and Holly the more she hears about their world and what they've been through. She would even accept going back to Hell if it meant finding a way to make their lives better.

"Now see, you tell me that," she murmurs, wrapping her arms tightly around Gren. "And I'll start to regret talking you down," she murmurs, lightly running her hand over the stump where his arm had been. "Do you think you're ready to leave this though?"

She wants him somewhere else. Anywhere else. Just so that he can take time to breathe and relax, to try and let what's happened lie and not haunt him.

[oneagainstall]

He closes his eyes at her touch, thinking. Honestly, he knows there's always going to be a twinge of guilt about this...but Woody dug his own damn grave. Gren may have pushed it too far as usual- but Woody drove him to that point. No point angtsing over it. He can't take it back. He tilts his head to look at her, offering her a small smile. He leans in, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

"Yeah. You know what. Let's get the fuck outta here."

[twirlier]

She squeezes him tighter, leaning in and kissing his cheek. "That's my favorite fairytale," she says with a wide smile and a wink before making herself step back. She offers him her hand. "Come on then. Let's get out of here."

Even as she speaks, she glances around. "I wish I could see the real place one day."

[oneagainstall]

"It's real fuckin' poetic, ain't it?" he offers a wry smirk. "But yeah, let's just...go."

He takes her hand with his, giving it a squeeze, starting towards the door. He smiles a little, glancing around in turn.

"Maybe one day. If we're really lucky."

[twirlier]

Misty has ever belief they will find a way. That they will figure Wonderland out and, her favorite fantasy while she's working, is they go and get those Gren wants from his world and find a place where they be themselves. She doesn't like letting herself believe otherwise.

Kissing the back of his hand, she heads out, leaving the bar behind for now.

(Wrap?)