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room 316 - friday evening - 10/2

Oct 02, 2009 20:15

Tonight was a night for the stupidest of things. It was for being reckless and uncaring, for doing things that might bodily harm him. It was a night for drinking, or worse. Perhaps even illicit drunken glitter-less boykissing. It was a night to bury the pain in foolishness, alienate all who knew and loved him, and make his mother even more ( Read more... )

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joan_notjane October 3 2009, 00:30:55 UTC

Joan was mildly unsettled by Adam's visit and after making sure that Grace and Adam found their way to the hotel, she made a beeline for Liir's room.

She knocked on his door and hoped he was there.

new_to_liirness October 3 2009, 00:43:57 UTC

"Whoever you are," Liir snapped irritably, "you'll have to get the door yourself as the bloody dog won't actually let me out of this room."

joan_notjane October 3 2009, 00:47:08 UTC

Joan opened the door with a concerned expression. "It's just me," she said. "Is now a bad time?"

new_to_liirness October 3 2009, 00:57:42 UTC

Makejoy padded up and whined as if asking aunt Joan why Daddy was being so grumpy.

Liir, for his part, continued making tea in a way that could only be described as 'the postal employee the day before'.

joan_notjane October 3 2009, 00:59:03 UTC

Oooooooookay. Joan had no idea what that was all about, but she walked in, closing the door behind her.

After giving Makejoy a reassuring pat on the head, she walked over to Liir and gave him a hug.

new_to_liirness October 3 2009, 01:10:40 UTC

It was a bit like hugging a washboard, all ridges and no give. But he didn't push her away and he didn't complain. He just stood stock still for a moment, closed his eyes, and tried to reign himself in.

joan_notjane October 3 2009, 01:12:55 UTC

Joan didn't let go but she looked up at him. "What's wrong?"

new_to_liirness October 3 2009, 01:14:27 UTC

He looked down at Joan.

"Have I ever told you about my mother?"

joan_notjane October 3 2009, 01:17:24 UTC

"A little bit, yeah," she said.

new_to_liirness October 3 2009, 01:19:10 UTC

His fingers flexed against his own leg.

"She's here."

joan_notjane October 3 2009, 01:22:32 UTC

Joan blinked. "Uh. I thought you told me that she, um... passed away."

new_to_liirness October 3 2009, 01:25:44 UTC

That actually got him to raise his voice, though his movements, while jerky, were never what you'd call violent. More the machine twitches of an old mechanism.

"Yes, I know. She is. Apparently, this island has decided to provide me my own personal hell. The last one wasn't sufficient."

joan_notjane October 3 2009, 01:29:26 UTC

"Oh, Liir," Joan really didn't know what to say beyond that so she just kept hugging him even though he was all stiff not dirty.

new_to_liirness October 3 2009, 01:33:13 UTC

He wanted to scream at her. He didn't want sympathy or pity. He just wanted-- he just--

Fuck. FUCK FUCK FUCK.

What did it matter? What did it matter what he wanted? After all, that wasn't going to be what he got. He never actually got what he wanted. Oh no, he was ever and always the very funniest butt to any joke one might make. Why ruin the laugh for everyone, especially the Unnamed God?

"At least you can bloody remember it."

His name.

joan_notjane October 3 2009, 01:34:39 UTC

Joan had no idea what he was talking about, but she didn't really care either. "What can I do?"

new_to_liirness October 3 2009, 01:43:58 UTC

"If I knew what needed doing," he said quietly, "I'd have done it, but thank you for the thought."

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