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eiattu_pride) wrote2007-04-09 02:27 pm
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The door leads straight to his quarters, and Rial has never been so glad.
uh - placeholder, more stuff about kids and dead kids, etc etc, really can't be arsed right now. Basically he's got a sketchpad and he's sitting on the couch trying not to think about it.
uh - placeholder, more stuff about kids and dead kids, etc etc, really can't be arsed right now. Basically he's got a sketchpad and he's sitting on the couch trying not to think about it.
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"Rial?" she calls out the kitchen doorway, unsure of whether or not he's here.
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"I'm in here."
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He sits back down and, after a moment, pulls his feet up and rests his chin on his knees. The sketchbook is on the floor, half-drawn attempts at rendering the child-thing in pencil littering the pages.
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"Hey," she says brusquely, worriedly. "What's happened?"
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"Just some weird thing in the bar."
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Rial is a good artist. The childish figure is unfinished in all of the drawings, but several pages of the sketchpad are full of them, and oh gods, that figure-- Shattered forehead, skin shaded gray, eyes dead, bones showing--
Her faces loses color. She looks at him. "Rial, what--?"
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"He was in the woods."
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She shoots another look at the sketchpad, and flips it over with her foot.
"Dead?" she asks softly.
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"Not alive. But it...it was standing, and it wasn't even there, really."
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"Alright," she murmurs. "Alright." Not 'it's alright,' because it's not. Just 'alright,' and she rubs his side slowly, resting her set mouth against his shoulder, pressing a kiss there, and she tries not to think of the drawings under her toes.
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His voice trails off and he shuts his eyes, can't say what he wants to say, you don't understand. Instead he breathes and thinks and finally, finally glances up.
"I saw it. Him. And he was dead and Plourr, what if our child died? I can't - I can't do this. I can't be a father."
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Doesn't really make easy but she's right, and he can hold her and move until he's got his head on her shoulder and hope, wish, pray, know that things are gonna be okay.
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It's unclear when 'it' became unacceptable and she started saying 'he.' Somewhere along the way, she started to accept that this is going to happen. She doesn't notice it, to be honest, or notice that she is referring to a boy.