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Jan. 15th, 2020 02:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Alex is in a shitty, shitty mood. She has been for days, since the first argument with Darlington but now, after the conversation that they'd had in his apartment, the things that both of them had said, she's just fucking furious. She's not down to work tonight and she just needs to get out of her own head so she picks up her phone and texts Caleb.
want to hang out? xA
While she's waiting for him to respond, she gets in the shower and washes her hair, tries to scald the irritation out of her with hot water.
It's not entirely successful.
want to hang out? xA
While she's waiting for him to respond, she gets in the shower and washes her hair, tries to scald the irritation out of her with hot water.
It's not entirely successful.
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Date: 2020-01-18 07:50 am (UTC)"Some... some feelings don't have the right words," he notes. "So we do the best we can with the words we do have. 'Shitty' is... 'shitty' works."
He lifts his arm, offering her that little space against his side again, if she wants it. Neither of them have finished their tea, but at this point, it's more about being close to another person, sharing space and feeling calmer for it, even if there are other feelings swirling around like leaves on a breeze.
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Date: 2020-01-18 07:56 am (UTC)After a moment's hesitation, Alex leans back in against his side again. Back in California, Alex would never have known how to accept physical comfort like this from anyone except Hellie. Until she'd met Darlington, until Darrow, really, nobody with a dick had ever treated her kindly. It's taking some getting used to. She sighs.
"I think I liked it better when I was telling you about how much of an asshole Darlington is being," she says. "Or at least when we were talking about your tits." That makes her laugh, just a hiccup, really, but it's something.
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Date: 2020-01-18 08:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-18 08:16 am (UTC)"You're no fun," says Alex, but she's definitely still smiling. "Bras are weird, right? I have like, one that i actually like wearing. And don't get me started on the asshole who designs panties."
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Date: 2020-01-18 09:05 am (UTC)"I hope it doesn't, though," he admits. "I felt totally haywire the whole time. My ability, I mean."
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Date: 2020-01-18 09:36 am (UTC)"Yeah?" asks Alex, pathetically grateful for the distraction in that moment. "How did it affect it?"
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Date: 2020-01-18 09:47 am (UTC)He has no idea if he's making sense, at all, but now that he's talking about it, he's finding it difficult to stop.
"And, like, all of the emotion that poured in from other people made me feel like a, like a fucking balloon with too much air, y'know? I felt like I was going to burst apart from it all."
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Date: 2020-01-18 09:55 am (UTC)"No, that makes sense," says Alex, shifting a little to accommodate the way he moves, the way he moves her and, yeah, maybe there's a little electrical flicker in the base of her belly when she realises how strong he actually is. "Like you're...a vessel for the feelings. I feel like that sometimes."
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Date: 2020-01-18 09:58 am (UTC)"Yeah, exactly," he says. "And sometimes, it hurts. Not, like, a literal pain, but close."
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Date: 2020-01-18 10:01 am (UTC)He doesn't comment so Alex thinks that, maybe, she got away with it. Maybe there was too much else going on.
"Yeah," she says. "I definitely get that. I was attacked, back home. By a Gluma. Sort of like a...weaponised gray? The deathwords didn't work."
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Date: 2020-01-18 10:11 am (UTC)"What's, what's a death word?" he asks, frowning.
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Date: 2020-01-18 10:16 am (UTC)"So it's language that you use to remind grays that they're dead, which they hate," she says. "So it can really be anything. Poetry. Song lyrics. Take courage - no-one lives forever."
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Date: 2020-01-18 11:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-18 12:23 pm (UTC)She grins when he pokes her, nudging him back with her knuckles against his chest.
"Gluma. And no. They don't respond the way other Grays do. They're compelled."
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Date: 2020-01-18 12:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-18 12:33 pm (UTC)"Like someone's sent them," she says, and a shudder runs through her. "I honestly thought I was going to die."
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Date: 2020-01-18 12:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-18 12:45 pm (UTC)"Yeah," says Alex, automatically leaning into him when he says pulls her closer. "And whoever it was definitely wanted me dead."
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Date: 2020-01-18 01:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-18 02:01 pm (UTC)"Probably the same person who handed me my ass right before I got here," she says. She pushes forward. "I'm having one of those beers. Sure you don't want one? Eighteen's legal here and you're about five minutes from that, right?"
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Date: 2020-01-18 02:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-18 02:09 pm (UTC)"So I shouldn't drink a beer. Shit." She sighs and pads to the fridge, grabbing two sodas instead. "It's okay. I don't need something to take the edge off when I'm somewhere warded."
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Date: 2020-01-18 02:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-01-18 02:14 pm (UTC)"I don't want you to leave," says Alex. "I'm enjoying using you as a pillow." She cracks open her soda. "It's fine. I'm not an alcoholic or something."
An addict, maybe. Maybe.
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Date: 2020-01-18 02:21 pm (UTC)Caleb's lie detector goes off, just a little. It's not a complete lie, but it's... something. But he doesn't want to ruin the easy, comfortable mood they've been working towards since he came here, so he just shifts a little so his big, dumb feet don't fall asleep as they resume their platonic cuddling.
It is nice. The cuddling. Caleb had always kind of laid close to Adam even before he'd realized what the butterflies were. It seemed to help keep the ocean at bay, just a little, and he liked the contact, too. He's apparently a super tactile person. Who knew?
"Okay, well. D'you have Netflix? Or. FilmFix, whatever the fuck it's called here." He rolls his eyes at the weird Mandela Effect bullshit this place is pulling.
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