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 Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2016 3:34 pm
Rodney, too, was left with a lot to process, and without much time to do it in, sucked into a parade of worlds and memories, before the library shut its doors and they found themselves back.
Back home.
Seven was a little shaken up, too. What had it meant?
But he was glad to finally have some quiet and time together, back with his own projects, that were made to comfort instead of hold the dead. He showered, and dressed in soft clothes, leaving his other work for another day.
When he came in, however, Melvin and Lawrence were asleep on the bed, and there were bags...
"Lawrence?" Rodney asked once, softly, but it was...very soft.
He hovered, for a moment, and then went back to his old room instead.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2016 3:49 pm
When Lawrence woke up, Melvin was gone. He didn't even need to open his eyes to know it, shivering the cool air of the room without anything to warm him. He curled a little and then finally opened his eyes, pushing himself up to sit, rubbing his face wearily.
There was nothing he could do about it. Nothing at all. Things were just emptier, a lot emptier.
He got up and looked out into the hallway. "Is anyone home?" he called out, expecting no answer at all.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 3:21 pm
Rodney was a light sleeper. He didn't sleep well, or often, and as tired as he was he hadn't slept when he got back, either. Instead he had stayed up reading.
Right now religious texts weren't very comforting.
He got out an old copy of Call of the Wild instead.
There had been something a lot simpler about being a wolf, than any of the other alternatives. Even if there, too, he'd killed and eaten meat...it wasn't really that he had a moral problem with. Carnivores weren't amoral. It was...the factory...he steeled himself against the other Rodney's rant about that, too. It wasn't him. He read about dogs.
When he heard a voice calling, he folded the book shut and looked nervously out from the door of his room.
"Oh," Rodney said. "It's...just me."
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 4:20 pm
Lawrence looked down the hall briefly in the opposite direction from Rodney, as if checking that they genuinely were alone. They were, he could even tell from the fading scents.
He gave the other man a sad little smile, glad to see him but feeling tired even after a long rest. He closed the distance between them but hesitated in his personal space.
"Just us." he said quietly.
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 4:52 pm
"Mikael hasn't come back yet?" Rodney asked, reaching to take Lawrence's hand. "And...what's going on with Melvin?"
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Posted: Thu Dec 22, 2016 5:09 pm
Lawr looked down at his hand and stroked the back of Rodney's with his own. There was a moment where he faltered, a missed beat, like a watch that ticked the same second twice. "He's going to live at Jordan's dormitory for a while he said."
He shrugged as if none of it mattered when really the loss of it all mattered a great deal. "Mikael will end up leaving too because of his horrible corrupting brother."
He'd moved his sense of self outward, imposing it on the world around him rather than on himself as a persona and now it was still crumbling before his eyes. He looked down at himself, his expression distant and blank, before looking back to Rodney. "I don't think I'm ok." he said.
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