Homeplot: Ghosts
He means to do it for days before he actually gets around to going. Every time he and Meredith leave the castle, something in Sean wants to take him down the path that branches off to the small cemetery off by the forest's edge, but he can never bring himself to actually do it. He knows that he needs to, and that it should be sooner rather than later even with the way the expectation that he'll wake up back on the island gets a little smaller every day, but that doesn't make it something he can just slip into his routine. He needs to block off a specific time to do it, to slink off on his own and just pay his respects like he should have days ago, years ago.
Since he knows that the chance isn't just going to come up on its own, he eventually makes it, waking just before dawn and dressing by the light of the remains of last night's fire. When Meredith asks him where he's going, he tells the truth, but he also doesn't stick around to talk about it, heading out right as the sun peeks over the horizon.
When he gets there, he isn't sure what to do. He feels like he should say something, but he can't stand the thought of wondering whether or not she can hear him. In the end, he winds up just staying stock still in front of the great stone angel standing tall amidst the rows of graves (sticking out from the crowd even in death, that's his Maeve), much like the last time he was in this spot. The only other time.
He stays far longer than he intends to, long enough for a promising morning to turn into a chilly, gray afternoon, but still he doesn't leave. Eventually, once the groundskeeper's finished his rounds for the day and Sean's sure that he's alone, he sits, his elbows resting on his knees. He's not sure what coming out here was supposed to accomplish, but he's pretty sure it's not doing it, although the knowledge that his memory of the words etched in the stone is perfect comes as an odd sort of reassurance.
Maeve Rourke Cassidy
21 May, 1955 - 24 May, 1978
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them.
At least some things haven't faded. Cold comfort, but sometimes, that's all he can take.
Finally, after hours of clearing his throat and changing his mind at the last second, he manages to speak, little more than a whisper.
"I miss you."
No one hears it.
He doesn't get up.
Since he knows that the chance isn't just going to come up on its own, he eventually makes it, waking just before dawn and dressing by the light of the remains of last night's fire. When Meredith asks him where he's going, he tells the truth, but he also doesn't stick around to talk about it, heading out right as the sun peeks over the horizon.
When he gets there, he isn't sure what to do. He feels like he should say something, but he can't stand the thought of wondering whether or not she can hear him. In the end, he winds up just staying stock still in front of the great stone angel standing tall amidst the rows of graves (sticking out from the crowd even in death, that's his Maeve), much like the last time he was in this spot. The only other time.
He stays far longer than he intends to, long enough for a promising morning to turn into a chilly, gray afternoon, but still he doesn't leave. Eventually, once the groundskeeper's finished his rounds for the day and Sean's sure that he's alone, he sits, his elbows resting on his knees. He's not sure what coming out here was supposed to accomplish, but he's pretty sure it's not doing it, although the knowledge that his memory of the words etched in the stone is perfect comes as an odd sort of reassurance.
Maeve Rourke Cassidy
21 May, 1955 - 24 May, 1978
Since the lovely are sleeping,
Go sleep thou with them.
At least some things haven't faded. Cold comfort, but sometimes, that's all he can take.
Finally, after hours of clearing his throat and changing his mind at the last second, he manages to speak, little more than a whisper.
"I miss you."
No one hears it.
He doesn't get up.