Aftermath

Jan. 25th, 2010 12:30 pm
aeons_crackshot: (Concerned)
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She'd been too drunk to dream the night they came in, but there's no alcohol to drown out the memory tonight.

The earth shakes, and the world is full of the terrible sound of buildings being ripped apart and the air screaming as if in agony.

The wall of white fire chases them, hunting down its prey, and Annabelle knows that no matter how hard they try, they cannot run fast enough....

Date: 2010-01-25 08:58 pm (UTC)
leadinghome: (Default)
From: [personal profile] leadinghome
And Connor can feel something bothering her. No specifics, that would need an indiscretion, just the general feeling, but that is enough to bring him over, knocking lightly on the door.

Date: 2010-01-25 09:32 pm (UTC)
leadinghome: (Default)
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"Hi." A bit sheepish. "You... were having a nightmare?"

Date: 2010-01-25 10:44 pm (UTC)
leadinghome: (maybe)
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Connor steps in, turning to her, curious. "How bad?" He will gently tug the woman into his arms after she closes the door.

Date: 2010-01-25 11:13 pm (UTC)
leadinghome: (hdache)
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Starting at the beginning is a good idea. "Okay, and I am guessing you went there to help."

Date: 2010-01-25 11:23 pm (UTC)
leadinghome: (no)
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He makes a face, nodding... mind-controlled drones, your own people fighting against you.

What is it with all worlds seeming to have a Mark or someone similar? If not in powers, in ideas and intentions... "Gotcha... go on."

Date: 2010-01-26 12:35 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (close)
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Jaw hanging.

No, he has no words, at all.

"Shit!" Well, besides that.

Date: 2010-01-26 12:50 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (Default)
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Connor frowns and holds her closer, tighter, to remind her she is not there anymore.

She is safe now.

Date: 2010-01-26 01:44 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (sad)
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"Someone who does not care about anything, or anyone." Connor sighs, stroking Annabelle's hair.

Date: 2010-01-26 01:59 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (maybe)
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"Why not? Anabelle, you can not blame yourself for not stopping a nuke... nobody could do it, hell, I doubt the eleven of us would be able to do it. You were lucky, far enough to not be hit, and I am sure lost of people are right now having another drink because they had JUST moved out of range too."

Date: 2010-01-26 03:00 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (hdache)
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"Annabelle. You did not kill them by surviving." His voice is calm, but firm. "There was nothing anyone could have done, and it is not your fault a madman destroyed a city. Blaming yourself, you are only hurting yourself, and not helping anyone who needs your help."

Date: 2010-01-26 03:31 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (maybe)
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"Well, it helps if you start with taking a stand for yourself." He lifts her face up, looking into Annabelle's eyes. "When you heart tries to take the leap from 'I wish I could have helped more' to 'I am a bad person for not doing it', you have to stop yourself. Put your foot down and repeat to yourself, you did not sacrifice anyone to live, you did not kill any innocents to escape a goddamn nuclear explosion."

"You escaped because Milliways showed up. If you had tried to grab someone else and pull along, you think would would have made it, or would have just been blown to ash?"

"Your feelings hurt because you are a good person, Annabelle. But you can not let the hurting feed itself."

Date: 2010-01-26 03:49 am (UTC)
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"No, but I can guess the general lines." He leans close and kisses her forehead. "How do you think we felt when we realized how bad we screwed up the world?"

"Well, most of us?" Connor takes Annabelle over to the bed so they can sit down. "Tell me."

Date: 2010-01-26 04:08 am (UTC)
leadinghome: (smile)
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Oh, nothing to think about. She might be in slight danger of ending on Connor's lap, but past that? "Yes, you did." He smiles a bit, nodding.

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