We're the children of the summer, but the winter came so fast...
who ; Georgia Mason; OPEN
what ; Because things spattered with your own blood are the best Christmas gift.
where ; Outside George and Shaun's apartment in Doctorow
when ; Christmas day
warning(s); None yet; prose and action are both okay
It's hard not to notice Georgia's Christmas present, walking up to the apartment. Whatever Hypatia did to get the van inside the building, it knocked out part of the wall and half-collapsed part of the floor. Georgia's just glad they don't have any nearby neighbors to complain - and at least this way, if Shaun shouts, she's bound to hear him through the hole where a wall used to be.
Georgia herself is sitting on the stoop outside their building, hands folded in front of her, head down. She didn't want to wander far, not with Shaun in the van with the blood, but... She had to get some air. Had to.
She still feels sick and dizzy, dreads eventually going back inside, but at least the cold air is helping to clear her head a little. It's cold enough that her fingers and face are starting to hurt, and she's glad for that too. If she hurts, she's not amplifying. They got through that and they're not doing it again and the blood spattered all over the inside of the van doesn't mean a damn thing. Sooner or later she's going to believe that.
what ; Because things spattered with your own blood are the best Christmas gift.
where ; Outside George and Shaun's apartment in Doctorow
when ; Christmas day
warning(s); None yet; prose and action are both okay
It's hard not to notice Georgia's Christmas present, walking up to the apartment. Whatever Hypatia did to get the van inside the building, it knocked out part of the wall and half-collapsed part of the floor. Georgia's just glad they don't have any nearby neighbors to complain - and at least this way, if Shaun shouts, she's bound to hear him through the hole where a wall used to be.
Georgia herself is sitting on the stoop outside their building, hands folded in front of her, head down. She didn't want to wander far, not with Shaun in the van with the blood, but... She had to get some air. Had to.
She still feels sick and dizzy, dreads eventually going back inside, but at least the cold air is helping to clear her head a little. It's cold enough that her fingers and face are starting to hurt, and she's glad for that too. If she hurts, she's not amplifying. They got through that and they're not doing it again and the blood spattered all over the inside of the van doesn't mean a damn thing. Sooner or later she's going to believe that.