[rp][locked to Sarah]
After Jeremy went with Sarah to get her things back, after he saw what remained of what she went through, the deaths that she saw, experienced, helped with on hand, Jeremy could not leave her, would not leave her. He asks if she'd prefer going back to her house or to his room at Martha's house. It doesn't matter which one she says, because he is
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He falls silent almost as she responds to him, and Jeremy knew what she'd say and understands as much as he wants to protect her. She's in this already, and it would be hypocritical of him. Jeremy tightens his hold on her shoulders, nodding when her voice grows small like that, when he can practically hear the pain in it.
"Okay. I get it. I'd need... to do the same, and they're supposed to be good people. The Crowbar. Martha Jones trusts them, and I trust her."
Jeremy pauses for a moment before he looks over at her.
"Just... don't keep me out of it, okay? You share with me and I'll share with you. We'll get to the bottom of it."
We'll.
And he knows too that if her father is involved with the Society, there's literally no one that could get them better inside information than she could.
The danger just makes his stomach clench up painfully, makes him feel sick to think about, but he-- he knows both that he can't stop her and that he shouldn't stop her.
She's already involved, one way or another, and it was her friend that died because of it all. She deserves the truth, and her friend deserves it too, to not have died in vain.
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She's never going to be exactly as she was, but time can do a lot of things, not all of them unforgivable. It helps to heal, and not to forget, but to give enough distance between what happened it doesn't taint absolutely every other aspect of her life, not to mention, the narration plans on being a little more nice to her for a bit before the bottom drops once more with all the Society-related drama.
There is definitely a puppy in her future. She isn't even big on pets, but this one will be cute and teleporting and ageless and won't let her give him/her away. She will also immerse herself in painting, as that is always an emotional release of some sort, in a way she can't do with words or other actions. Who knows, she might even need a subject for her art class at school and ask Jeremy to pose for her!
Worry not, Jeremy. It would not be a nude painting.
Sarah gives him another tiny, worn smile at what he says, since she may not have known him for a long time yet but she does feel she knows him enough to echo the narration's sentiments without knowing she is echoing them. "A little stubborn," she says, something almost like amusement in her voice before she nods. "Not everyone does. It's not my forte. Not... a whole lot of things are, but I'm glad... too."
That he's her friend, that she cares even if it's harder, even if it hurts later.
She is also not good at the crying thing, as in she doesn't do it so often, least of all in company. It's something else she was taught. Emotions like that are to be released in the privacy of one's home, preferably in the privacy of one's room, but this isn't her house and it does feel marginally better to let it out instead of always holding it in all the time.
Sarah alone wouldn't have been able to go through what happened last night.
She wouldn't be able to sit here and talk to him and do any of these things in a remotely normal capacity. It would've been too much for most people, but the angel is not 'people.' The angel is not human. The emotions are Sarah's, and not the Calling's. The Calling is about the mission, the lack of choice, there's no fear or pain when it takes over--the downside is there's no love or affection, either.
Some people are able to find a balance and Sarah just hasn't yet.
She'll learn eventually. Those that remain always do.
And Elizabeth, she balanced it so wonderfully. Sarah doesn't judge the very last moments where insanity was taking over. It was before all of that that matters. It's how Sarah will remember her, bright and loving and brave and angel, all in one. She embraced it so completely and never once faltered with it, always welcomed both death and humanity with open arms and lived her life to the fullest.
It was something beautiful to see, even more beautiful to know.
Damon doesn't seem like the kind of person that would do well with allies. He also doesn't seem like the kind to have friends, but appearances are always deceiving, and Josef was a friend, as coincidence would have it. Sarah doesn't know how it works, but then, she doesn't have to. It's not something that involves her, she just hopes--
They also deserve to come out on top, to avenge their friend the way she wants to avenge hers.
"I wonder, too. He made it sound life and death. Well, it was," she says quietly. In his dying moments, he found it within himself to tear himself away from Elizabeth long enough to give her those instructions. Whatever is in the box, whatever the locket is, it was critical enough he had to do, had to leave it in hands he could trust, and it makes her curious about it all, at the same time she'd rather not know.
She'd rather not know about any of it but she knows she needs to.
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And it may turn out to be a lie, and what does she do with that?
Setting the locket aside, she bites down on her lip until he speaks again. Sarah looks up at him when he tightens his hold on her shoulders, thankful he understands but hearing the concern in his voice even if he doesn't voice it out loud. There's relief that he seems to trust these people, since she trusts him, and that's almost the same thing.
Not quite, and she won't trust anyone else from this moment on, but it's something.
The We'll doesn't go unnoticed by her, but she's having the same thoughts. Whether she likes it or not, he's involved too, through other people that are not her, and he'd be investigating with or without her. "Okay. I won't keep you out of it," she says softly, somehow sensing it's important in more ways than one that he be told. "I promise."
She doesn't flinch, and she doesn't move, save for setting her head back on his shoulder, eyes drifting closed fully. She won't sleep for long this time, maybe only a couple of hours before she has to leave, but at the moment, she can't find it in herself to move.
Tomorrow, she will figure everything out. Where to go from here, how to go about it, what they need to find out next.
For now, she just wants to lay here.
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