Mara blinked up at him owlishly. He had a faint flicker of light around him, like an aurora. Her doleful expression lifted to something more wistful.
"I was with a seagull," she said simply, being neither good at lies nor particularly interested in lying to someone trying, very obviously, to help her. "He flew away with me and we were having adventures." Her language was simple storybook stuff, and she seemed to mean it with her whole heart--but she was shy about it, barely meeting his eyes. "I didn't want to go back. But I think that was probably bad. Like when the faeries run off with you in old stories, but afterward you can't come back. They mean well too."
Charlie had walked within earshot. /Jesus Christ, she says and does the prettiest things, but they make no sense at all. What's wrong with her? Is she crazy? How the hell can a crazy girl be so fucking...Good God, but look at her. She's practically got "deflower me" tattooed across her sweet little forehead and here I am in such a state...damn it, one fix and I'd have all my charm back...what's that bloke doing with her anyway?/
"Charlie?" Mara said, looking suddenly worried. "Please stop upsetting yourself, whatever it is. You're gonna make yourself feel even sicker. Have you slept?"
Charlie sighed and raked a hand back through his hair. He couldn't look at her. "Nah, I can't sleep." /Sweetheart, you're half an inch from a shag regardless of my state if you keep talkin' on like that. Bet I'd sleep then./
Mara stiffened slightly, and looked a little unnerved and worried. Her eyes tracked from Charlie to Chris and back again.
/Damn. I spooked her somehow. What is he, her brother? They even look a little alike. Hope for his sake he's her brother, anyway./ "I'm...gonna go get some more water in me," he said, and shuffled off, casting occasional looks behind him that made Mara jump for some reason.
"He's sick," she explained to Chris quietly. "He's recovering, but it's a long hard road and he's so furious at having to walk it he's barely even himself." She sighed. "I understand. I had to do a lot of recovery myself the last few years."
Then she smiled a little. "Oh, I'm sorry." She held out a hand and took the bowl of soup. "Thank you. How long was I gone? My name is Mara."
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[Mara] Oh, hi, where'd you come from? (tag Chris, Molly if Purple likes, open)
Date: 2006-04-29 03:40 am (UTC)"I was with a seagull," she said simply, being neither good at lies nor particularly interested in lying to someone trying, very obviously, to help her. "He flew away with me and we were having adventures." Her language was simple storybook stuff, and she seemed to mean it with her whole heart--but she was shy about it, barely meeting his eyes. "I didn't want to go back. But I think that was probably bad. Like when the faeries run off with you in old stories, but afterward you can't come back. They mean well too."
Charlie had walked within earshot. /Jesus Christ, she says and does the prettiest things, but they make no sense at all. What's wrong with her? Is she crazy? How the hell can a crazy girl be so fucking...Good God, but look at her. She's practically got "deflower me" tattooed across her sweet little forehead and here I am in such a state...damn it, one fix and I'd have all my charm back...what's that bloke doing with her anyway?/
"Charlie?" Mara said, looking suddenly worried. "Please stop upsetting yourself, whatever it is. You're gonna make yourself feel even sicker. Have you slept?"
Charlie sighed and raked a hand back through his hair. He couldn't look at her. "Nah, I can't sleep." /Sweetheart, you're half an inch from a shag regardless of my state if you keep talkin' on like that. Bet I'd sleep then./
Mara stiffened slightly, and looked a little unnerved and worried. Her eyes tracked from Charlie to Chris and back again.
/Damn. I spooked her somehow. What is he, her brother? They even look a little alike. Hope for his sake he's her brother, anyway./ "I'm...gonna go get some more water in me," he said, and shuffled off, casting occasional looks behind him that made Mara jump for some reason.
"He's sick," she explained to Chris quietly. "He's recovering, but it's a long hard road and he's so furious at having to walk it he's barely even himself." She sighed. "I understand. I had to do a lot of recovery myself the last few years."
Then she smiled a little. "Oh, I'm sorry." She held out a hand and took the bowl of soup. "Thank you. How long was I gone? My name is Mara."