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 Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 1:53 am
Slowly reaching up, the ghost touched her face, carefully catching a tear. Holding it up she looked at it with quiet awe. She hadn't...she hadn't thought she could do that. For a moment she almost managed a tremulous smile but then her hand shook, losing the tear to the dirt like everything else.
Reese didn't have time to mourn another loss as her entire body began to shake as well, and her chest felt...oh jack, what was wrong with her chest? More and more tears welled up and poured down, her expression twisted in painful confusion as she cried, "CAN'T..."
Everything within her was wracked and torn open within moments, leaving her flooded and overwrought with an emotion she did not want and could not reason with, "CAN'T....STOP."
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 3:23 am
Thezil took a shaky step forwards, completely unsure of how to handle the tangle of emotions presented by Reese leaking from her face. It was a little unnerving, truth be told, and he wanted to put a stop to it. As soon as possible, if he could. "TRy," he said, flatly, as if she wasn't trying at all. "ThaT is unPLEaSanT."
Never mind that it was at least doubly so, for Reese.
The boil frowned, and it flashed in dreadcolour across his screen. His hands ached to do something, but there was no frame of context on what might make her feel better. Better enough to keep her from leaking out of her face, to keep her body from shaking with the force of emotion, and a lot of it.
"Are yOU saD?" he asked, with the innocence of someone so far incapable of it: intrigued, but not affected. "ExPLAiN? I dIDN'T speaK untRuTHs."
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 3:40 am
Reese flinched back as he moved forward. She hurt and she couldn't stop hurting. The ghost tried to catch her breath to answer but found she couldn't, her chest expanding and constricting in rapid, uneven heaves that wouldn't allow for even her sparse words.
Hands shaking she tried to move past him and keep that distance. She needed to collect her things and go. She needed to go or this would continue and the pain would not stop. The air around Reese grew heavy, it was the sense of being crushed by a burden that could never been truly seen or measured.
Bending down to pick up her back, her hands fumbled until it dropped from unsteady fingers. Her body froze, and then shook fiercely. Her face turned down and unwilling to look at him again, the words finally burst free, "HURT...ME."
This was his fault. He had done this to her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 5:39 pm
"LIaR," he replied on instinct, the word charged with static, distorting his words and ending in the screech of microphone feedback. She was a liar. Thezil had broken her things to show her that they were unimportant. He had not inflicted harm upon her body.
"Did noT touCH yoU."
Her tears were extraneous, unnecessary expulsions resulting from placing too much value on the transient.
"CaNNoT hoLD onTo THoSe EitHEr," Thezil pointed out, gesturing at her tears.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 6:02 pm
Reese couldn't help flinching again and she hated it. She hated how her existence was suddenly, painfully out of her control right now. Hated how not even her body felt like it belonged to her. But most of all, she hated him.
She wanted to hit him but knew she'd just miss because in this moment she knew she'd lost the sudden, terrible conflict. Reese hadn't been prepared for this encounter to be challenged in such a way. To experience cruelty for the first time. As it was, it took everything just to grip her bag tightly once more and clutch it to her chest. Hunched over and small, the ghost retreated with heavy steps.
She wished she could run and never stop.
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Posted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 7:03 pm
The air was heavy and he couldn't stop her from doing the things he disapproved of. She treasured the worthless and hurt on the inside in pointless ways. Instead of rising to his words-- and subsequently, to his challenge-- Reese ran. She was curled in on herself, almost certainly still full of tears (anger ones; bitter, sharp, some still unshed), and Thezil made no move to stop her.
He had no lips to purse, but the animation flashing across his screen grew grim, and the song he played was a low dirge of misery. The ghoul had been foolish, but he had not wanted her to leave. Stiffly leaning down, the Object Head picked up a teapot shard that had escaped his fury.
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Thezil scooped it up, holding it up to the orange moon, inspecting it, as if he might gleam the value that Reese had placed upon a thing that had held the visage of her name.
He did not understand the importance of collecting things. Objects did not take the place of memories. Trinkets did not anchor him down, or make him feel any more real than he did without them. It was very possible that he might not ever grasp it, an elusive fact just beyond his reach.
But, still.
He held the shard, and perfunctorily climbed into a stack of busted electronics like a scareling climbed into bed. Thezil closed a violet hand around it. He had been given a life anew, and yet the piece felt so heavy in his hand. Weighty, important. There was something to learn, but it wasn't clicking, like a lighter with no fluid.
Thezil slept, and dreamt of nothing.
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