Entry tags:
cast a calming shadow (closed.)
CHARACTERS: Elliot and Annie
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: Day 38, after this.
SUMMARY: Elliot testing his new powers on a "screaming psychobitch" (her words).
WARNINGS: Both characters are kind of their own warnings. Substance use and abuse, mental illness, swearing, etc.
[ It's the kind of early where the only sound is really the call of distant animals still waiting for the sunrise, and the constant shush of the waves, a soothing and steady noise after the jangle of yesterday's celebrations and catastrophes. But that also means it's the best time to do this without disturbing their respective broods. ]
Come on. Let's get out of here.
[ Slipping past dreamers and into the night. They don't go far — it would be stupid and suspicious to get caught out so late, after what happened to the girl yesterday. But it's not hard to find somewhere private enough that he can pull his hood back, escape the claustrophobic robes. ]
WHERE: The Red Coast
WHEN: Day 38, after this.
SUMMARY: Elliot testing his new powers on a "screaming psychobitch" (her words).
WARNINGS: Both characters are kind of their own warnings. Substance use and abuse, mental illness, swearing, etc.
[ It's the kind of early where the only sound is really the call of distant animals still waiting for the sunrise, and the constant shush of the waves, a soothing and steady noise after the jangle of yesterday's celebrations and catastrophes. But that also means it's the best time to do this without disturbing their respective broods. ]
Come on. Let's get out of here.
[ Slipping past dreamers and into the night. They don't go far — it would be stupid and suspicious to get caught out so late, after what happened to the girl yesterday. But it's not hard to find somewhere private enough that he can pull his hood back, escape the claustrophobic robes. ]
no subject
[ It's unclear whether that's some unconvincing laughter or some other sound. ]
Yeah, and I'm in there now. Swimmin' around, poisoning your brain with my screaming.
[ The sluice of a sideways smile. ]
Lucky you.
no subject
[ It's hard to say if the resurgence of that word in his vocabulary is all his own. There's a jumble of it, coating him: her vicious phrasings, her cravings, her void. Places they overlap (emotionally neediness like a hole inside him that even drugs have never been able to fill) and shit that is so foreign his mind shudders away from it, represses it into —
Well. Where all Elliot's repressed things go. ]
( Mutual, sweetheart. )
[ A whisper of someone (something?) in her brain that markedly Isn't Elliot. Mr Robot is more willing to stick his hands directly into the more unpleasant feelings and pull it all out to look at. ]
no subject
( Lots of that. )
[ Lots of people have met her head on, taken all her fucked up shit right into their hands, and watched as she stained them with her noise and her color and her madness. Noctis. Nyx. Lakshmi. Sam. November. And now there's... Elliot. Blushing at the thought of fucking and always skulking around in corners. Now he thinks he's calling her sweetheart... Unlikely.
The octopus taps on the glass in greeting. ]
( You're not right. )
no subject
[ He's not afraid of her because he lacks the capacity to be afraid, not because she's not fearsome. Awful, via "awe". ]
( Don't worry about the kid. He's had worse. You, though. )
[ He wants to run his hands all over their connection like a man admiring the chrome chassis of his dream car, touching it both possessively and to believe it's real. ]