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[ there's an angry bruise purpling along the line of her jaw and a thick piece of gauze taped to her cheek to cover one of the nastier cuts.
it's going to be hell to explain at work when she decides to go back, but she considers herself lucky, for now. ]
Before you say anything, it looks worse than it is.
Have you been sleeping okay?
It starts as a clicking noise, coming down the hallway.
(It’s quiet at first, like someone tapping fingernails, until it becomes more familiar, a clicking of the tongue. It’s almost as though the sound has come first, and then the person, but then there are shoes coming down a familiar hallway.)
His fingers run along the wall, a wall that is familiar as it has ever been.
(Familiar like the boy with the too curly hair and the mismatched socks because he can’t see them, anyway, a boy that students used to look up to (and some of them still do.)
It’s been nine months since the boy in question walked these halls. He finds his way easily enough, bringing himself down to the kitchen where he used to sit as a kid, focusing on trying to cook.
"Does anyone have any flour? I’m thinking of making cookies for the students."
m!a - Wait a minute. Who's that coming down the hall? Is that-- It's Rayo! (Rayo comes back to life, looking the age he would have been had he not been killed. Lasts as long as the mun desires.)
It starts as a clicking noise, coming down the hallway.
(It’s quiet at first, like someone tapping fingernails, until it becomes more familiar, a clicking of the tongue. It’s almost as though the sound has come first, and then the person, but then there are shoes coming down a familiar hallway.)
His fingers run along the wall, a wall that is familiar as it has ever been.
(Familiar like the boy with the too curly hair and the mismatched socks because he can’t see them, anyway, a boy that students used to look up to (and some of them still do.)
It’s been nine months since the boy in question walked these halls. He finds his way easily enough, bringing himself down to the kitchen where he used to sit as a kid, focusing on trying to cook.
"Does anyone have any flour? I’m thinking of making cookies for the students."
/Lindsey I am at work stop giving me feelings
l o l paige and elliot if they'd never met the twins
The wind howls and nearly blows his scarf off his face, the bitter chill of the fall air a sting on his freckled face, red and dry. He follows the direction of the wind
(it's not the first time,it won't be the last time,but he's going to follow itevery time.)
He can follow it back to her, because it's ElliotandPaige and PaigeandElliot and there is nothing but the wind keeping them from each other.
Do you think Cielo will go home? Will you? Will Paige?
[ Cielo will go home because Cielo has Elliot and Cielo needs Elliot. She will go home because she knows that you can’t run forever — Josephine knows she knows it because they talk sometimes and Josephine thinks maybe, maybe, maybe if she pushes the right way, Cielo will go back to Westchester. She will be happy. She will mourn — she will grieve, she will always grieve, but she will heal.
She won’t heal here, away from everyone and angry and alone. ]
Yeah, I think Cielo will go home.
[ Paige will go home because Paige never really left home — she leaves and comes back, leaves and comes back, leaves and comes back, and it is not what Josephine would’ve wanted for her but it is better than leaving and never looking back again. Paige knows where home is, she knows where she needs to be and she knows where the people are who love her.
Paige is like her, but she isn’t. Paige is smarter. ]
Paige has always known where home is. She’ll always come back.
[ She wants to.
She wants to, and maybe one day she will. It is a possibility, however farfetched, the great far thing that she will reach towards when the time is right.
(She will go back if the circumstances are right, and if they aren’t, she won’t. She has a different life now, one that does not revolve around a mansion full of people always.) ]
I might. I don’t know, I have things keeping me here, too.
[ People. She has people — a person — who she needs far more than a mansion in New York. ]
[text; wrong number] I want to be there for her, but I cant condone the things they do and I don't want to know how much of it she's responsible for. I know it might be necessary but I don't want to be a part of it.
[TEXT] i dont think this was meant for me
[TEXT] i dont even know if youre talking about me
[TEXT] but you have no right to disapprove of the things i do
[TEXT] you have no idea
