Who: Abby, Lev, Clarisse and Bella (plus others? perhaps guests) What: Settling in! Catch-all for house shenanigans When: Month of September Where: At the team's joint abode, located in Ache
'Cuz I woke you up in the middle of the night with it?
(it can't be any fun to experience, is what she's getting at. dealing with her own bullshit is something she's used to, but now she's forcing clarisse to deal with it too and that isn't fair.
and clarisse seems angry about it. abby doesn't really understand why she would be, but maybe she's scared. maybe she just saw her own dead body in abby's nightmare and that rightfully freaked her the fuck out; she reaches out to where clarisse's hand is on the sheets, propping herself up, and she touches the backs of her knuckles gently, almost apologetically.)
It's not a contest, you know. It's okay if you're not okay, it doesn't take away from my shit.
[ She can't control whose feelings are going to hit her without warning like a punch to the chest, or when, but Clarisse assumes this is going to be happening pretty frequently now. The middle of the night, everybody asleep, and Clarisse's stupid blood is going to laser focus on the strongest feeling it can, aka whoever is having the shittiest dream.
... Okay, (abby mumbles, unable to help feeling hurt as she retracts her hand again. why is she so mad? clarisse isn't the only person who wishes she wouldn't have nightmares, they aren't fun for her either.
at this rate, having abby in the house with her at night is going to become unbearable, huh. cool. that feels great.)
I'm– going to get up, (she adds, expression shuttering as she turns away, pushing the covers back.) Don't think I can get back to sleep. Won't happen again.
[ Clarisse finally raises her head and looks at Abby, taking in the hurt, bewildered expression on her face. Abby doesn't know what's wrong, and Clarisse hasn't told her. This would be the perfect opportunity to talk to her. Maybe they could go for a walk or something. Clarisse has been doing it often enough, when she feels too restless and the moon won't let her sleep.
For a couple seconds she's tempted to ask, and to let that weight slip off her shoulders and simply move forward from it, but she lets the silence drag on for too long, and then the moment passes. No matter how much she wants to, she can't be the person who backs down first. It eats at her, the shame of knowing that, but she'll let herself get eaten alive before she gives in. She's always been this way, exactly like the stupid scorpion who stings the frog and dooms itself to drowning, and the whole time she's watching herself do it. ]
Right, [ she mutters, standing up from the bed and moving toward the door. She pauses before crossing the threshold, one hand resting on the doorframe, not sure how to end this. ] See you later, [ is what she settles on, quiet, before walking away. ]
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(it can't be any fun to experience, is what she's getting at. dealing with her own bullshit is something she's used to, but now she's forcing clarisse to deal with it too and that isn't fair.
and clarisse seems angry about it. abby doesn't really understand why she would be, but maybe she's scared. maybe she just saw her own dead body in abby's nightmare and that rightfully freaked her the fuck out; she reaches out to where clarisse's hand is on the sheets, propping herself up, and she touches the backs of her knuckles gently, almost apologetically.)
It's not a contest, you know. It's okay if you're not okay, it doesn't take away from my shit.
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[ She can't control whose feelings are going to hit her without warning like a punch to the chest, or when, but Clarisse assumes this is going to be happening pretty frequently now. The middle of the night, everybody asleep, and Clarisse's stupid blood is going to laser focus on the strongest feeling it can, aka whoever is having the shittiest dream.
Abby touches her hand, and Clarisse goes still. ]
I'm not making this a contest, Abby.
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at this rate, having abby in the house with her at night is going to become unbearable, huh. cool. that feels great.)
I'm– going to get up, (she adds, expression shuttering as she turns away, pushing the covers back.) Don't think I can get back to sleep. Won't happen again.
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For a couple seconds she's tempted to ask, and to let that weight slip off her shoulders and simply move forward from it, but she lets the silence drag on for too long, and then the moment passes. No matter how much she wants to, she can't be the person who backs down first. It eats at her, the shame of knowing that, but she'll let herself get eaten alive before she gives in. She's always been this way, exactly like the stupid scorpion who stings the frog and dooms itself to drowning, and the whole time she's watching herself do it. ]
Right, [ she mutters, standing up from the bed and moving toward the door. She pauses before crossing the threshold, one hand resting on the doorframe, not sure how to end this. ] See you later, [ is what she settles on, quiet, before walking away. ]