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unknownseas2020-05-16 03:57 pm
nothingcanstop) wrote in unknownseas2020-05-16 03:57 pm
hey mom, dead mom, i need a little help here
[ ...All of that happened, huh. That's the sentiment each and every week, and it's no different this time. Except, this time they've lost more people than before. Five.
The gathering invitation is slipped under everyone's doors, but it specifies something a little different. ]
[ That's a good two hours or so of difference. Enough time to wander around, for sure.
But, in the garden, at the appointed time, there's a variable arrangement of fresh-cooked food. A good amount of beef stew, some Chinese hot pot, and...watermelon? Just, an absurd amount of watermelon, cut up and set on plates. All the food's set on tables that seem to have been moved from the library, and the ground is littered with blankets, for those who don't want to sit on the grass.
And yes, she did not lie. There is, indeed, a variable fuckton of alcohol. (And coffee, for our underaged.)
This has become routine. But, we're still here. We're still alive. ]
The gathering invitation is slipped under everyone's doors, but it specifies something a little different. ]
[ That's a good two hours or so of difference. Enough time to wander around, for sure.
But, in the garden, at the appointed time, there's a variable arrangement of fresh-cooked food. A good amount of beef stew, some Chinese hot pot, and...watermelon? Just, an absurd amount of watermelon, cut up and set on plates. All the food's set on tables that seem to have been moved from the library, and the ground is littered with blankets, for those who don't want to sit on the grass.
And yes, she did not lie. There is, indeed, a variable fuckton of alcohol. (And coffee, for our underaged.)
This has become routine. But, we're still here. We're still alive. ]
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You don't know what I—
[ What is she even saying? Why is she standing here, throwing a tantrum and letting someone as tiny and weak as Della watch her do it? If she didn't think she was pathetic when she got here, she'll certainly know it now. ]
It doesn't matter. It happened, and she's gone, and there's nothing anyone can do to change that.
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It does matter, because...because it hurt you. And...! [ She struggles with what to say, very much. ] ...I care about you, Jasper.
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[ She doesn't. She never has. ]
You don't mean that. You're just telling me what you think I want to hear, so I don't — don't do something stupid that gets us all killed when I'm unstable.
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No, I-- I don't say things I don't mean, I swear it. I do care about you. I want to help you. This isn't...it's not about the good of the group, or anything. It's about you.
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Why?
[ Her gruff voice is low and dangerous. Her face — well, she turns away from Della the second she opens her mouth, so that's nothing one can judge on. She takes one stride forward, as if she's about to storm off, and then she stops.
Refusing to accept Steven's help, she loses her mind and form to corruption. ]
Why do I want to believe you?
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But, even though Jasper can't see, she perks up. Like there's a light in the lighthouse again. ]
I...can't answer that for you, Jasper. ...But, I... It might be because... [ ... ] Because some part of you doesn't want to do all this alone anymore.