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haroldlee

Breathe In

Feb 18, 2010 00:53

Sandra Lee eyed her son carefully through the screen door, momentarily frozen. There were several things she took in nearly instantaneously; he was frightened, he was apologetic, and he was crushing hard on someoneShe knew these things in the space of moments between the flood of desperate relief and the blinding flash of anger. She gave voice to ( Read more... )

mom, scotty is beautiful, scotty, awkward, good job lee, ow, dad, stop mentioning the emo phase please

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allmhadadh February 18 2010, 06:08:48 UTC

It was a strange, strange sensation to be standing there in the front yard of Harold Lee's house ( ... )

haroldlee February 18 2010, 06:31:22 UTC

Harold ached for each and every sob he felt across his mother's shoulders. She had yet to find the breath to reply.

Neither did he understand anything his mother had said; Harold didn't speak Korean. They had never taught him beyond a few words, adamant that he would need to rely on English and fit in. They spoke it mostly between them, and Harold had often thought it a rare sort of window into the lives they led before and away from him if he could catch bits and pieces of hushed conversation.

Mrs. Lee didn't often burst out with it in front of Harold. He didn't have the faculties to be shocked by that, presently.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I love you. I'm sorry." He rocked her a little, resting his chin on top of her head. Shushing quietly, in between whispered apologies and sniffing back his own tears. A fuckton of unspoken words in amongst the apologies. I'm a bastard, a shitty son, I did this to you, I suck, I fucking suck, I'm an asshole.It was a long time before she looked up. Mascara smeared down her cheek, hair ( ... )

allmhadadh February 18 2010, 07:06:10 UTC

There was a long moment when Scotty froze at that gesture, and the scrutiny, and probably more than anything he wanted to crawl under the car he was currently standing with. But after a long moment, steeling his nerves, he bobbed his head once in acknowledgment and made his way there. And minding not to go stepping on the manicured landscaping, too ( ... )

haroldlee February 18 2010, 08:54:36 UTC

She breathed. Sandra Lee breathed, and calmed, and breathed, and made some tea. Yes. Tea ( ... )

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allmhadadh February 23 2010, 23:35:05 UTC

In his life, he had seen many things. Lived through many things. It was no easy road, to come to the United States fatherless, having spent your first eighteen years in South Korea, which came into existence as an entity one year after your birth, when your nation was divided ever after on either side of the 38th ( ... )

haroldlee February 23 2010, 23:39:09 UTC

Harold imagined that even his friends from his last universal hop must've felt the shockwave from that tempest-in-a-teacup panic attack. He jerked awake again at his mother's gentle knocking, and while he already knew he was fucked, there was a certain nail in the coffin quality to the worried draw of Sandra's eyebrows ( ... )

allmhadadh February 23 2010, 23:44:29 UTC

"Why?" Myon asked, on the quiet side ( ... )

haroldlee February 23 2010, 23:53:24 UTC

Cue gibberish, or a strangled attempt at it. "--it just-- does." Blinking. Out with something. Anything. --wait a minute. Reboot this fucking conversation. A gesture at Scotty, though he instantly regretted it. "There's nothing wrong with this. I shouldn't have bolted, but if you're asking me if you did something to make me-- yeah-- look, I know you weren't going to go embracing it or something but--" Harold shook his head, sure every word that tumbled out was dumber than the last, and panicking hard for each of them, the alarm in his head screaming out to just shut the fuck up. Oddly, he wasn't really defensive on his own behalf. Mostly Scotty, which was funny, considering the guy didn't seem to actually be into dudes that much. "--yeah. This isn't bad." The last sentence was weaker than the others, and he looked down, though he didn't take it back ( ... )

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haroldlee February 24 2010, 00:21:12 UTC

Okay, so there was one time that Harold had a more awkward family dinner than that ( ... )

allmhadadh February 24 2010, 00:29:52 UTC

"Aye. That was about... three days ago now?" Scotty's eyebrows drew together; it felt like longer. "He asked me out, like on a proper date, an' I told him that we should take it slow." A little wince; Harold had not taken that well. "But then I got a blindin' bad headache, an' we ended up here. I mean, in New Jersey, in th' back of a car driven by a drugged out nutjob ( ... )

haroldlee February 24 2010, 00:35:40 UTC

Breathing. Yes. "...so that's... the longest short and skinny of anything you've ever heard." Harold's head hurt, a little. Just from having talked for so long. He fidgeted with his pizza crust. "He's got the-- proof, if you wanna see the PADD. But. What... do you think, I guess?" He was a little wary of prompting his father, but he didn't know what else to do ( ... )

allmhadadh February 24 2010, 00:37:20 UTC

Myon's eyebrow crept up fractionally, though his voice remained calm. "Who did you want to be ( ... )

haroldlee February 24 2010, 00:58:15 UTC

Sandra had quite the urge to mother the man currently washing her dishes ( ... )

allmhadadh February 24 2010, 01:00:47 UTC

Scotty jumped a little at the touch, pouring his focus into the dishes and creating something of his own little bubble of reality around himself, but the question dissipated that. He glanced over with a half-smile, then finished the last of what was an impressive pile of breakfast and lunch dishes, turning to rinse them and dry them and rack them. "Aye, I'm a'right. Thanks ( ... )

haroldlee February 24 2010, 01:03:25 UTC

Sandra finally turned, setting that plate in the cabinet. Taking up another to dry ( ... )

allmhadadh February 24 2010, 01:05:12 UTC

"Nae a clue." Scotty kept rinsing and setting aside dishes. "An' no, they didna see us any. I suppose Kumar might be able t' find out easier; he'd been payin' th' rent there ( ... )

allmhadadh February 24 2010, 01:07:52 UTC

The conversation between father and son had, not shockingly, been stilted and uncomfortable at first. Both were without the support of their respective allies, as it were, which left only them to try to find the answers and understanding. For Harold's part, his exhaustion took some of the edge off of his anxiety; for Myon's, having the framework of the story allowed him to ask more questions. It was an interesting mix of questions, too -- parts about the personal, but also some about the universe. What kind of place it was. What Harold thought of being in the military, albeit briefly ( ... )

haroldlee February 24 2010, 01:10:21 UTC

Harold looked at his lap, pursing his lips into the grin pulling at them ( ... )