return those voices echoing in the sea (closed)

[entreats]

Who: Ange and assorted CR.
What: A catchall for event threads.
When: During December
Where: Mostly in memoryscape, some other stuff all across Trench.

Content Warnings: Child abuse, bullying, suicidal ideation, violence, gore, blood, character death

( it's a catchall for closed event threads! if i didn't promise you a starter on this already, but you'd still like to play something out with ange during the event - especially when it comes to the winter mourning - please let me know by either pming this account or contacting me on plurk at queeningsquare! )

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[entreats]

[ Is Ange sure she entirely trusts Mako's judgement of himself?

Not necessarily. That would have had to be a real huge improvement on the other's part, after all, to go from someone awful to what he is now.

But what she does trust is that hand that's currently in her own. She squeezes it. ]

.. thank you. [ She'll give in to that, at least. ] I'm just glad you're here.

[ She can sense the memory starting to fade around the edges. Glancing over at the other self, she can see that there's nothing left of the other girl. Nothing but chunks of meat.

Ange looks back over at Mako. It's better that way. ]

I'm still sorry I accidentally dragged you in here, but.. I am glad I didn't have to see it by myself.

[ That she didn't have to experience it alone, all over again. ]

[arclightning]

Always going to be here if you need me.

[ Mako can bear it, or he tells himself he can: possibly he will have nightmares about this, possibly he will keep an eye on the network for hints of Ange to make sure she's alright. More than possibly he will bring her food to make sure she's okay and fed, after this, but for now he squeezes her hand and lets the memory fade with only the impression of an incongruent deer stepping from a corner, watching them with liquid eyes.

Mako reaches up to touch it, looking down at Ange, and his fingers brush antler, and the world fades around them. ]