Picking up the Pieces.
Characters: Clare, Open
Time: Morning after everything went to hell.
Location: Blackstone.
Content: Home isn't very homey anymore.
Formats: Poster's choice.
Warnings: Clare's in a bad way.
It took hours for everything to wind down to the point Clare could bother with things for herself. So the sun was already rising on Chicago when she got back to where she called home for months. The cold morning wind coming in through the now empty window frame just set Clare's mood, she didn't bother to close the door properly when she stepped inside.
Today really sucked.
The only thing they didn't lose in the fight was people, but they lost four of the nine pillars. She didn't manage to trip up Morgan Le Fay. At least, not enough. Maybe if she tried to reason, trick her into a binding deal over what is very likely a useless bit of metal. She could have stopped this, maybe if she spoke up she could have stopped some of the carnage. Maybe if she thought a bit more she could have stopped them from walking into a trap...
And on top of that she'd lost her home. Most people hadn't seen her room, she didn't let a lot of people in. She did her best every day to make it a little more comfortable. Replace the sheets with ones she liked, clothes, posters, she even painted little things around the room. Not a lot, she spent most of her time focused on research or training... but it was her room, she wanted it to feel hers.
That hurt even more now that it was ruined...
Snow began to blow into the room from the vacated window... her snow. She was really messed up to be sad over a hotel room she was stuck with. She went into her closet and grabbed her backpack and a gym bag. "I was beginning to have too many articles of clothing..." Clare mused to herself, dry wit to help with the crappiest day ever.
And the sun only just came up...
Time: Morning after everything went to hell.
Location: Blackstone.
Content: Home isn't very homey anymore.
Formats: Poster's choice.
Warnings: Clare's in a bad way.
It took hours for everything to wind down to the point Clare could bother with things for herself. So the sun was already rising on Chicago when she got back to where she called home for months. The cold morning wind coming in through the now empty window frame just set Clare's mood, she didn't bother to close the door properly when she stepped inside.
Today really sucked.
The only thing they didn't lose in the fight was people, but they lost four of the nine pillars. She didn't manage to trip up Morgan Le Fay. At least, not enough. Maybe if she tried to reason, trick her into a binding deal over what is very likely a useless bit of metal. She could have stopped this, maybe if she spoke up she could have stopped some of the carnage. Maybe if she thought a bit more she could have stopped them from walking into a trap...
And on top of that she'd lost her home. Most people hadn't seen her room, she didn't let a lot of people in. She did her best every day to make it a little more comfortable. Replace the sheets with ones she liked, clothes, posters, she even painted little things around the room. Not a lot, she spent most of her time focused on research or training... but it was her room, she wanted it to feel hers.
That hurt even more now that it was ruined...
Snow began to blow into the room from the vacated window... her snow. She was really messed up to be sad over a hotel room she was stuck with. She went into her closet and grabbed her backpack and a gym bag. "I was beginning to have too many articles of clothing..." Clare mused to herself, dry wit to help with the crappiest day ever.
And the sun only just came up...