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wispofathing) wrote2017-02-01 03:58 pm
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Akeem
Bo-Kate Wisby’s back, and she’s done cut off your father’s extra fingers.
Curnen had passed through the rest of Berklee’s phone call in a daze, but that one sentence had stuck fast, and it circled round and round in her head. Bo-Kate Wisby. Bo-Kate Fucking Wisby. The bitch shouldn’t even have been able to get back to Cloud County, let alone done something that caused so much damage. But then… the writing had been on the wall for a year. Ever since Rob had sung Rockhouse’s dying dirge. Ever since Curnen herself had torn Rockhouse’s throat out with her teeth. It had been only a matter of time.
And she couldn’t even say she hadn’t felt it coming. Every time she played or sang, she had had to fight harder and harder to keep from singing or playing “Edward” yet again. Even now, the song was pressing against her mind. It was the only thing she could hear, it was the only song that would come out. The night wind had been crescendoing from a whisper to a roar at her for the better part of a week.
It would happen tonight. She knew it. But she wasn’t fully ready to admit what it was. Only that she couldn’t go home tonight. Her roommates were humans, they wouldn’t understand.
Winter and Phouka? She couldn’t bring this kind of darkness to their home. Fin and Willy? Her throat closed just thinking about it. Fin, maybe, if they were still separated, but… she couldn’t show this to Willy. She couldn’t.
And so her feet and the rising howl of the night wind directed her to a certain bookshop around closing time.
Curnen had passed through the rest of Berklee’s phone call in a daze, but that one sentence had stuck fast, and it circled round and round in her head. Bo-Kate Wisby. Bo-Kate Fucking Wisby. The bitch shouldn’t even have been able to get back to Cloud County, let alone done something that caused so much damage. But then… the writing had been on the wall for a year. Ever since Rob had sung Rockhouse’s dying dirge. Ever since Curnen herself had torn Rockhouse’s throat out with her teeth. It had been only a matter of time.
And she couldn’t even say she hadn’t felt it coming. Every time she played or sang, she had had to fight harder and harder to keep from singing or playing “Edward” yet again. Even now, the song was pressing against her mind. It was the only thing she could hear, it was the only song that would come out. The night wind had been crescendoing from a whisper to a roar at her for the better part of a week.
It would happen tonight. She knew it. But she wasn’t fully ready to admit what it was. Only that she couldn’t go home tonight. Her roommates were humans, they wouldn’t understand.
Winter and Phouka? She couldn’t bring this kind of darkness to their home. Fin and Willy? Her throat closed just thinking about it. Fin, maybe, if they were still separated, but… she couldn’t show this to Willy. She couldn’t.
And so her feet and the rising howl of the night wind directed her to a certain bookshop around closing time.
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She shook her head like a wet dog trying to shed water as if she could literally dislodge that song from her mind before she fully registered that Akeem had said anything. Her eyes were huge in her face. And then she shook her head again, more slowly. "No."
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"Would you like to tell me about it?" he asked as he came back to her.
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Cut off with gardening clippers. Fuck everything. Not that she wished anything good on her father, but damn.
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She would have to, though. She... didn't want to know what would go down if she was alone when it happened.
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Curnen wanted to settle somewhere. She tried, really, but when she tried to sit down she ended up getting up again and fluttering about the living area like an over-agitated puppy. Calm was not a word that described her very well even in moments where she was grounded--something often tended to be moving. Twitching. Fidgeting. Only now instead of part of her body, it was the whole thing.
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It had been her observation away from home that 'hug' to most people meant an awkward wrapping of arms, but there was rarely any real warmth or comfort in the gesture. Or maybe for other people that kind of real hug was only for family or something.
So she was probably holding on too tight, pressing too close, but she couldn't really bring herself to ease up. If she did, something in her was sure, she'd come shaking loose.
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Really, it wasn't supposed to be any way. Even after what she'd done, no one had been able to actually envision a world where Rockhouse... she couldn't even finish the thought. It was that impossible. They'd just seemed to have gone on with him effectively neutered, except enjoying that he couldn't hurt them the way he'd always done.
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And the rest of what it was telling her...
Curnen drew a deep breath, and made herself ask, "Could I stay here tonight?"
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He was not normally this tactile with anyone he knew so little, but Curnen was an exception, it seemed.
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She had learned not to ask for much from anybody in terms of emotional support or comfort. Hell a piece of why she was here was because she was too scared to seek out Willy despite his professed affection for her.
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It was a good thing he had not had plans tonight.