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@deadlittleghost
mrsclaremackenzie:
“Well, we can rent it and you can watch it.”
“Think he’s afraid I am going to have a heart attack or something equally terrible. Thank you. I hope that we do too.”
“I’ll promise to not get sick on you in the middle of it this time.”
“Well, like you tell me, I’m sure he’s got your best interest at heart. And listen to your doctor and all that.”
gillybeanbeckett:
“That or Andrew is going to make a stand and run everyone out of the woods. He’s very protective of his space from what I hear.”
“...Now that you say that I can’t stop imaging him taking on the old man persona- grumpy attitude, cane and all. Get off my forest.”
gabe-xbernathy:
“Yeah, I think they all are, I was told that it was because the stories had a purpose of scaring the shit out of kids, and well also the writers were usually alcoholic or opium addicts so their lives were not usually happy fairytales and they put that on the stories.” He smiled sadly realizing that it had been him the one that had told him about it and all the real endings of fairy tales.
“Oh you don’t have to like them because you have one, think about it as a drunk mistake, a lot of people do tattoos and then they don’t remember about it, so you don’t have to like them now if you don’t.”
“Well, I guess I’d take that over any ghost story.”
That’s rich, coming from you. Look at him go, all bow to the king of irony. May he reign until the cows come home.
He frowned, head ducking back down to his half empty mug of green until the noise in his mind had quieted again. He sighed, shaking his head gently as he looked back up at the other man. His hand came to rub self-consciously over the black markings of the tattoo underneath the fabric of his shirt on his shoulder.
“I think that’s what worries me the most.”
@gillybeanbeckett
“I know you and your sister weren’t really on good terms but...are you going to be okay?”
mrbeau-mackenzie:
His head tilts toward Silas taking in his manner. Moving to sit against the desk his arms naturally crossed over his chest. He hadn’t known that he had gone to the doctor and he couldn’t help but be curious. “You went to Dr. Amsel? What happened? I know he can be a bit much. He’s an oddball...even for me.”
“Want to join me then? I could use some help”
“Nothing, really.”
He shrugged as his arms folded over him, trying to protect himself from the sudden chill that had been drudged up from his bones. The only reason nothing had happened was because he hadn’t gone back after that. That same chill that he had now was what kept him from it.
“He just asked me a lot of questions about what my symptoms were like and how they felt and that was it. He seemed to be zoned out for the rest of it.”
He held his arms a little closer to himself. Lab rat indeed.
He paused, then moved out of the aisle so he was at the table Beau rested on. “Well, I did offer to help you in the first place...”
mrsclaremackenzie:
Clare didn’t know what else to do, but sit and watch him. Each little hitch of his breath would make her heart stutter in fear. Cadie tried to come in and cheer her up to no avail. Not even Cadie, with her endless optimism could warm her now.
There was only so much loss a heart could take, and Clare feared that she was at capacity. If she lost Silas too she wasn’t sure if she could manage. Charlie’s loss had been significant and crippling for her. She didn’t want that depression to seep back in, that feeling that everything she touched shriveled and came to reject life. Her babies, mere half formed alien creatures, hadn’t survived til birth. There were times when she wondered if she was not meant for life herself, and that was why she saw dead people. She thought maybe life was not meant for her and that she was the true anomaly, that she was living among the dead.
She looked at Silas. He has such nice delicate features that held an inherent sweetness. He was even genial looking in his sleep. He was sure that he was what people meant when they said angelic. There was something about him that reminded her of a young Beau, and that only made him more endeared to her.
When Silas spoke, when he said mom, Clare’s heart bottomed out into her stomach. He was confused, but that word was one that she loved to hear more than anything. As much as she didn’t want to she had to correct him. “Silas, honey, it’s Clare,” she said leaning forward.
Heat pulled at sore muscles until he was sure they’d either snap or melt off. Shivering made him feel like he’d run a marathon and then decided to double back for another lap. He didn’t know if he was imagining the sound, but he could hear blood roar in his ears with a gentle thud that followed each bubble and hiccup. He couldn’t hear what she said, but her features became a little clearer to him as she leaned more into his view. Her red hair framed her face against a blown out white background and a frown made a worry line pop up in between the brows of her otherwise lovely face.
He stared as well as he could for a moment, blinking a few times as gentle fingers danced across his forehead. He wanted to look away. All of a sudden and all at once all of the guilt he’d been carrying around for as long as he could remember came crashing down into the pit of his stomach. He’d been confused and lost for so long, him and his faulty memory, and he’d stumbled around, trying and failing to tackle each problem it caused as they came along. But who had it all really hurt more? Just look at what was happening with his brother. And his friends who he’d kept secrets from so long it went past the point of unhealthy.
His features crumpled. “Mom I’m...I’m sorry- I’m sorry for forgetting. I couldn’t remember you...I tried. I tried so hard to remember you but I couldn’t and I gave up and I’m so sorry.”
gabe-xbernathy:
“Something in commemoration of my firefighter years and the silhouette of Peter Pan’s John character with the top hat.”
“Do you like tattoos?“
“Ah...the Disney one, you mean? I reread the book you got me...it’s...a whole lot darker than I remember it to be, if I’m being honest.”
He tilted his head at his brothers next question, shoulders lifting up in a simple shrug. “Apparently,” he said simply. Apparently he did like tattoos, though he couldn’t remember how or when he got any of his. Not even the one from last week. All he really remembered was the ache burning into his back beforehand, and that was it.
presley-monroe:
“Worry? ‘m not a worrier, I mean…I was…just wanted you to know.”
“Well...thanks for...letting me know? I’ll be sure to uhm...keep an eye out for that.”
presley-monroe:
Presley pulled into her driveway and hustled to her front door. She was ready to burst inside, when she paused a moment, fumbling with her keys. On the other side of the door, she could hear her record player and only that. Things were quiet and she didn’t want to disrupt that. So slowly and quietly she unlocked the door and tiptoed inside.
When she walked into her living room she stopped and gasped. Elvis stood on Si’s chest, wagging his tail, and there sat Si with a smile on his face. Presley giggled and picked up her pup.
“Hi sweet pea, did you miss me!” She smiled as he kissed her face . Presley dropped down onto the couch next to Si and gently put Elvis back on Si’s chest.
Elvis jumped to the ground, running a few over-excited circles around the room before he jumped back up onto the couch again. He wrinkled Silas’ shirt as he re-padded out a comfortable resting place on his chest. Niege mewed discontentedly, hopping over both of them to circle around Presley’s feet a few times as she rubbed her forehead against her jeans to get some attention. Well, Elvis, if you’re going to steal my human then I’m stealing yours. Hmph.
After her efforts only proved minimally successful, she conceded, jumping back up onto the couch and snuggling close to Presley’s side. It truly was a miracle to see the white fluffball warm up to her. Silas almost thought it would be impossible with anyone. But then again, he was warming up to Presley too, and just as miraculously. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to stop hiding, not with anyone. And maybe he still had his secrets, but comparatively, he left a puddle of them with her while everyone else got a mountain.
He readjusted himself as Presley joined everyone outstretched on the couch and his arms came to wrap around her once she was settled. “Hey.”
“How’d it go?”
gillybeanbeckett:
“I can’t say I would blame her. Dad can go a bit overboard with everything. We know that better than anybody.”
“We’d have to stagger it out so people don’t notice and get suspicious.”
He mused over the thought, eyes closing as he did. “You know...I’m thinking it might be a bit counter-productive. If everyone starts moving to the woods everyone who were there first are just going to move into the deserted city to get away from everyone else.”
mrsclaremackenzie:
Clare wasn’t sure how long had passed. Time seemed to be a cruel illusion in these days. She was aware that whatever was taking place was firmly in her area of expertise and modern medicine was not going to help in the slightest.
She stayed at Silas’s side. There was no way that she was going to leave him in that dire and bleeding state. Beau of course helped as much as he could, but he knew what Clare knew, possibly even better than Clare did. He was her hero after all, he knew her heart and she knew his. She kept watch, hoping that Silas’s state wouldn’t worsen.
He felt the bed dip at points, turning the mattress into a wobbly sea that wouldn't calm. He couldn't turn or roll over to see who was there so he was stuck looking at the crack in the door, but he always missed it opening and someone coming in.
He heard voices, some of the time. They stayed mere murmurs, echoes of themselves but he could at least separate the gruff, deep one from the worried tone of the gentler one. He was sure it had been hours since he’d heard anything at all though.
The creak in the door woke him up out of his daze this time. The bright hallway light made his eyes water a bit and he turned his head into his pillow as they closed the door a bit before he could see who it was.
A halo of red hair. It seemed familiar, but not quite. He squinted, but their features were still blurry. He was sure he hadn’t seen that face in a long time, whoever it was. He squinted a little more to put them more into focus, making a small confused noise.
He knew their face...he knew it better than anything, he was sure he did. It was like staring at someone through an old faded photograph, even though she wasn’t that old even then. But he needed that photograph to remember them nonetheless. Her features were similar to his- a soft jaw and bright green eyes and high, high cheekbones with the signs of wrinkle lines popping up here and there. He’d almost forgotten her face, hadn’t he? Well...he had forgotten it. He’d forgotten it for a whole year.
“...Mom?”
mrsclaremackenzie:
Clare finally started her screaming for her husband. There was no way they could take Silas to the hospital. Whatever was going on now was placed squarely in their hands. Clare knew then in that terrible moment that was was happening was not of the natural sort.
Everything else passed by in a blur he weaved in and out of. He heard Clare’s voice become shriller and Beau’s murmur quickly with hers once she’d calmed down some enough to talk. Everything went black after that for a while. Awareness trickled back to him at points, sharp aches threading through the backs of his shoulders as he felt someone’s hands poke and prod at him. He was pretty sure he was alone after that, though he wasn’t quite sure how long that was.
After a long bout of the murky darkness beneath his eyelids he attempted to take a look around the bedroom again. Things still hurt so he couldn’t move very far, but from his blurry vision he could tell the room was still empty, a slight crack of light spilling out from the hallway where the door had been left open.
mrbeau-mackenzie:
His eyebrows rose further at the suggestion. With all that was happening he actually thought this was just inside his head, that he was going crazy. Beau couldn’t imagine the pressure he felt, the confusion. Searching for answers and wondering if it’s just something in his mind.
“I know some psychological struggles can manifest themselves with physical symptoms but usually it comes with some sort of mental or physical trauma. Not really my line of expertise but if you really think that, then maybe you should go see Dr. Amsel. He’s kind of a kook but he could help..Personally, I don’t think it’s just in your head though. Your symptoms stem far beyond anything I’ve seen before and that usually ends up in Clare’s realm.”
He frowned again.
“Great.”
He didn’t want to be an anomaly. He could barely handle the looks and stares from strangers with everything he was involved in at the moment being mere speculation.
He’d spent so long trying to work up to resigning himself to the fact that he wasn’t quite all there up top. After all, who had a second voice in their head that wasn’t crazy? What kind of person lost nearly every memory they had without there being something wrong with their brain chemistry? Or that they were stuck in some intense insanity fueled denial.
He couldn’t work through his issues or fix them, not at this point. And he was tired. Being crazy was the only answer he did have. Though he wasn’t all too keen on going back to Dr. Amsel. He could clearly remember his first and last visit when he’d first gotten to town and the way he’d felt on edge for days afterward. He got the feeling the doctor didn’t quite look at his office visitors as patients. More like lab rats or case files to be put into a book some day.
“I guess seeing Clare is worlds better than trying to brave Dr. Amsel again...”
levikneels:
“Damn right you should. I’ll even whip up a business card so you don’t have to do any talking.”
“Lovely. Saves me a whole lot of time and trouble.”
“Though I try to make it a rule of mine that I don’t start advocating for someone that I don’t actually have the name of...if you’d be so kind as to share it.”
@presley-monroe
The soft sounds of Elvis filled Presley’s small house as the record wound itself around the player. Her dog had taken up residence on Silas’ chest in his loneliness, Niege poking herself up from the other side of the couch cushion jealously. The whole thing was only made worse when the word Presley or as she put it, ‘mama’ left his mouth, sending the dog into an excited cuddly frenzy from which he refused to move from. Even the jingling sound of keys in the front door lock couldn’t move him, though he stood up on Silas’ chest, once floppy ears at high alert.
[Text->Si] Did he really? Oh no! It's worse then I thought! I'm on my way.
[Text -> Presley] We'll be here. On the couch. He heard your ringtone and kind of doesn't want to leave my phone now.
[Text -> Presley] Drive safe.
msrhea-dawa:
“Really? Did it help?”
“It is ok and honestly I really appreciate it. I mean you get it, trying to piece together the puzzle.”
He shook his head with a wry sounding chuckle. “No...not really. Hopefully your drawings are going to be more of a help to you. Do you have them here?”