I dreamed I had a name...

[_fredless]

Who:Winifred Burkle and YOU
What: Her Headspace
When: Anytime After Friday Evening
Where: Fred's Room (She won't be leaving it)
Rating: TBD (Darker themes present including slavery and torture)

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[zone_of_truth]

Sweets, frankly, finds this whole thing fascinating. He's a psychologist, after all -- getting an unbidden look into the mindscapes of the rest of the castle is almost like a dream come true. He wants to wander around taking notes, finding out what makes everyone tick.

(In some instances he did, but that's besides the point, and he's not about to tell anyone.)

This trip to this room isn't for research, though. This is just to see a friend who he hadn't heard from since the announcement that Lorne had gone home. Sweets is going to miss him to, miss the element that he brought to Caritas, but there's always the chance he would be back. Some people always came back.

First he knocks. When there's no answer, he slowly pushes it open, and what he finds isn't what he expects. In fact, it makes his heart drop to his stomach in a way he hadn't expected.

"Fred?" She's standing in the corner, writing on the walls, and he slowly makes his way forward, placing one hand on her arm gently, not wanting to startle her. "Fred, are you okay

[zone_of_truth]

He sees her trying, and his own smile widens in return. It may not seem like a lot, but it's a small victory. It's nice to see her smile, even in a place like this.

[_fredless]

She remembered it right. He really does have a nice smile.

It helps, somehow. She's not sure what or even why. Just that it does.

[zone_of_truth]

Sweets gives her hand another squeeze, before tipping his head towards the door of her room. "Do you want to get out for a little while? Get some fresh air?"

[_fredless]

"I...I can't." She doesn't know how to explain it. She doesn't know why words on walls come so easily and when it comes to actually saying things, she's always muddles them up. She doesn't know when it will stop being hard.

But there's still so much.

"Not yet." He's been so nice, like his smile. "But maybe soon. I think I could try soon."

[zone_of_truth]

Soon is good. Soon is better than not at all, and soon he can work with.

"Okay. Soon, then." He nods for a moment, before looking around. "Do you mind if stay and wait until you're ready?"

[_fredless]

She looking at him, gaze wide and accessing. Trying to make the whole of him, somehow.

"...you can stay"

[zone_of_truth]

He relaxes at that, giving her another smile, before turning and looking at the writing on the cave walls. "Can you tell me more about the writing?"

[_fredless]

She looks at the walls again, fingers briefly tracing over the nearest batch of symbols and words.

"They're stories. Stories about what happens to people when they get lost, and they can't find their way back."

[zone_of_truth]

He nods as he watches them, before glancing back at her. "Mind telling me one?"

[_fredless]

She feels her throat close up, irrationally dry. There's a whole pool of water, if she wants it. But that doesn't feel like the answer. It's one thing to scribble the words on walls, it's another one entirely to say them outloud.

But she wants to try.

[zone_of_truth]

Sweets is a patient guy. He's smart and he's patient, so he waits. He waits for her to be ready to say the words on her own. He knows that it might not happen right now, but he still wants to try.