Date: January, some time Location: Wherever August is mental healthing Characters: @augustcavaliere & @seeingvivianne Notes: :(
She'd seen him that very first day - looked at her absent brother and she couldn't stomach it. Vivianne had always been a caretaker but, this time, the idea of sitting there and trying to speak to someone that wouldn't speak back to her hurt. It hurt because there was nothing that she knew she could do and it hurt because she only thought back on their last conversation and then how August had even managed to kill his own little sister. Vivianne created a repertoire of speaking with the doctor, calling in for updates every week but getting little in return. She focused on settling, on trying to get her footing in a new day and new age. While August remained speechless, Vivianne focused on both finding a new home and researching various obscure ways of helping magical victims. There was nothing, at least nothing in terms of medical and magical cures. But the doctor had called her recently and informed her of August's significant progress.
Vivianne had hung up with a pit in her stomach. The initial relief and joy soured to fear and uncertainty, fear for August's state of mind and uncertain for what future lay before him and for them both. "Good morning, August," she said calmly, keeping her eyes in his general direction as she shut the door. When it clicked close, Vivianne finally managed to hold eye contact. "I don't want to worry about everything we need to say... just tell me how you've been doing."
