[Another open post!]

[angeloffire_]

*he's sprawled on his stomach at the foot of a couch somewhere, headphones glued to his ears as usual, scrawling something in barely-legible handwriting on an index card, fingers absently drumming on the carpet to the time of his music

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[notahades]

*and -- he'll be the first person she'll go to, and though she'll feel amazingly overwhelmingly guilty for ruining any good mood he might be in, she absolutely needs him, needs to tell him first -- so she'll sit down next to him, quietly, and her bare feet and absence of glasses are the first indication that something's wrong*

*and she won't say anything, either, but will simply poke him lightly in the shoulder, expression mostly blank*

[angeloffire_]

*starts slightly and pulls off his headphones in order to sit up -- and of course he'll realize that something's wrong, so he'll bite his lip absently and turn to face her completely* ...Brynne? What's -- ?

[notahades]

*biting her own lip, and sort of quickly* Can I -- *and without waiting for an answer, she'll move to more or less curl up in his lap, burying her face in his shoulder* *and quietly, muffled* Decca's dead. I -- have his eyes and I don't know who or why -- *she'll break off there, yeah*

[angeloffire_]

Of course -- *wraps his arms around her instantly, kissing her hair, and -- tries and mostly fails to stifle the shudder of pure horror and shock* ...Decca's -- oh, fuck. I'm... Jesus. I'm sorry.

[notahades]

*winces slightly and -- yeah, can't help crying just a little, quietly* He -- I know he'll be back, but he's -- never not been here, I -- I mean, at least I know -- nothing's going to happen to him or anything, and -- he'll -- be back in one piece, hopefully, but -- fuck, it's painful.

[angeloffire_]

No, I -- know. *strokes her hair absently, pulling her a little closer* I'm sorry, Brynne.

[notahades]

*curls up right against him, then, as close as she can, pausing to -- make sure she's mostly cried out before taking a deep breath* It's -- okay. It will be, anyway. He'll -- be back soon. Just -- I don't like disembodied organs. Not my idea of fun.

[angeloffire_]

*slightly weak laugh* Mmph. It's no one's idea of fun -- well, okay, it's my family's idea of fun, but that doesn't count because they're all insane.

[notahades]

They are. It's -- sighs and shakes her head slightly, keeping her face pressed to his shoulder* Thank you.

[angeloffire_]

*smiles faintly* You're welcome. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't let you cry on me?

[notahades]

*still somewhat muffled* Not the best boyfriend in the world. Which you actually happen to be, so it works out.

[angeloffire_]

*...hi, melts, in a vaguely-more-apparent-than-he-meant way* You're delusional. *^_________^*

[notahades]

*laughs softly and leans up to kiss his cheek* Not at all. Just extremely lucky.

[angeloffire_]

No, I'm lucky that you're delusional. *beams* Now, how can I get your mind off of body parts?

[notahades]

Mmph. *wrinkles her nose and glances up* You could always try -- holy shit, you got a haircut.

[angeloffire_]

*...sticks out his tongue, looking vaguely indignant* That's your friendthing Vincenzo's fault.