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dejah_thoris) wrote2015-07-29 07:44 pm
dejah_thoris) wrote2015-07-29 07:44 pm
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[M'ways] Room 1001
It was after dinner and she'd finished up her work for the day. She shook out her hand, stretched the muscles of her fingers, hoping that the tendon would stretch with it. It hurt more and more with each passing day, but she had other things to worry about. Curtis was supposed to meet her after he'd worked out and checked on Edgar.
That was two hours ago. She finally broke down and touched two fingers to her bracelet. It pulsed blue and she got the sense he was in his room. Strange. She touched it again, just to be sure. No, he was there. Alive and attached to the pendant.
She decides to go down and say hello, find out if everything's okay. A few minutes later, she's knocking at his door.
"Curtis?"
That was two hours ago. She finally broke down and touched two fingers to her bracelet. It pulsed blue and she got the sense he was in his room. Strange. She touched it again, just to be sure. No, he was there. Alive and attached to the pendant.
She decides to go down and say hello, find out if everything's okay. A few minutes later, she's knocking at his door.
"Curtis?"
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He's spent his entire life going without for someone else's comfort. She doesn't want to be a part of that, not if she can help it.
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You grin and bear it because that's all you can do. You don't grin and bear it if someone -- something -- can give you relief.
Pride's one of the first things to go if you spend long enough in captivity.
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It feels like admitting defeat. Like being selfish. But a part of her that sounds not unsurprisingly like John says that he's right.
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"Thank you."
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