Midnight Details || Eleanor Lamb and Subject Delta
Having slept for at least a day on end, Eleanor was getting a bit tired of sleeping. The comfort of being in your own head could only last so long. The dreams eventually turning into nightmares. Waking up sporadically and tossing and turning. Ever since the incident with Sinclair, Eleanor wasn't the same. She felt lackluster and drained. All the emotions and feelings she had pent up for the man were finally taking their toll on her.
And, just as she promised, she hadn't told a soul about their affair. Could it even be called that? She didn't want an affair with him. No, she wanted something much more than that. However, she nobly took the role of the martyr. And she took it for James Steinman no less. A man who she was clearly trying to run from. The man that gave her back her memories. Who opened her eyes. She wanted to be rid of him in all honesty, but trying to find love with such a monstrous person like Sinclair proved to be her undoing. Now? She felt estranged from the world.
Broken, hurt, and alone... She felt the betrayal to her father the most. The one man that could do her no wrong. Her savior. Her father, be them blood related or not. She cared so much for the man, it really didn't matter about blood bonds. That didn't take away the fact that Sinclair was best friends with her father. And now..? She didn't know what to say or do. Deep down, she wanted to tell her father what happened, but that would spoil their friendship. She didn't want that. No, she wanted her father to always have a friend at his side, no matter who it was.
Of course, she remembered Mr. Atlas too. She wouldn't forgot that man. He was her father's lover. And she was very much in love with the idea of her father finding and having his own love. It made her melt inside to see him so emotional and so loved. Maybe she could talk to Mr. Atlas again someday... Talk to him about what happened with her and Sinclair. Maybe he would have advice for her. A nod to herself as she was still lying in bed.
Rubbing her dry eyes, she got up, not removing herself from the bed or from under her covers yet. Ocean eyes searched the dark room, noticing the light from under the door. Her father must've been up still. It wasn't unlike him. He slept and woke as he pleased. She was the same, she supposed. Sighing and then yawning, she stretched a bit. It was still night. And very late into the night indeed. Eleanor didn't mind. The night was a comfort to her, a time of silence and dreams.
Figuring she'd best go see her father, she got out of bed, slipping on her slippers. The floor was cold, but she was famished. More than a day without eating and sleeping for over a day was going to get to her. She sleepily made her way to the kitchen to grab something to eat. Something small. A comfort food. Yes, that would be best. And as she suspected, her father didn't know how to shop for groceries properly, but she just laughed to herself. A peanut butter and jelly sandwich was her decision. Easy and something she had enjoyed for a long time.
Taking her food to the kitchen table, she sat down, enjoying the view of their home. It was beyond comfy and cozy. And they were together again. At long last. It was a dream come true for them both, she supposed. Smiling to herself as she ate, she didn't fail to notice her father's footsteps into the kitchen. Still softly smiling, she swallowed quickly.
"Good evening, Father. S-Sorry, I'm up so late... It's good to see you." She wanted to remain friendly. This, too, would get ugly in someway. The truth, however, was needed to be spoken. And Eleanor would not hide from her father. Not again. Not now. Not ever again. This was her dream come true and, nothing in this world would ruin it for her.
