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iknowwhatyoudo in rivelatalogs

You provide the envy and I'll provide the spite

Nov 09, 2008 15:16

WHO:Brad Crawford and Schuldig, and maybe Aya and Farf if they want.
WHAT:Morning reconciliation.
WHERE:The Safe House
WHEN:backlogged like OMG day 212

( Fate changes faster than the death of light. )

Ω brad crawford, Ω fujimiya aya, Ω schuldig

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ohnoyouwont November 9 2008, 15:46:56 UTC

When he heard the soft padding of Schuldig's feet on the wooden floor, Crawford looked up from the agenda on his knees -he had been reading entries, trying to puzzle their next move out of the information hidden between the lines of the locals' seemingly innocuous stories and the churning mass of splintered visions of the future that tore through his mindscape on a regular basis, like glass against gauze ( ... )

iknowwhatyoudo November 9 2008, 16:07:13 UTC

Schuldig looked at the coffee mug for a moment, and heard the offer in the noisy part of his mind which was trying to keep him from unraveling any further and mend the fray that was his mind. The words, but also the gesture behind them.

/Thanks./

Schuldig accepted the mug and sat down wearily on the couch, sipping at the coffee and grimacing. They needed to find better coffee if he was going use it as comfort food. At this rate, he wasn't going to look forward to it nearly as much as he did.

The sleep had done him good, better than he'd expected, but he was still too undone for his liking. It was too easy to grab a thread and watch it all come undone with a sharp pull, which was what this world felt like it kept doing. He no sooner patched up as he pushed too hard and watched all his work come undone.

/There's no reason for both of us to be awake at this hour. Go back to bed./ He said, taking another sip of the coffee and glancing over at Crawford on his end of the couch.

ohnoyouwont November 9 2008, 16:21:33 UTC

/I can't sleep/, Crawford admitted, his inner voice sounding weary, /Visions keep on pulling me out of REM. This hasn't happened since my training at Rozenkreuz./

He turned a page of the agenda on his lap, unsure of the reason why he had confided in Schuldig. When it came to the redhead, and to the rest of Schwartz, it was always better to appear strong and indomitable. He was the leader of the pack because he was the alpha dog and he had to stay like that or be discarded... especially where Farfarello was concerned.

Crawford knew that, in the end, everyone would leave. Farfarello, Nagi... that only Schuldig would remain, but he had to make sure that none of his actions in the present would change that fact... if it could even be changed. Through thick and thin, through fights and shooting at each other, the future stayed unwavering. Sometimes he wondered what had earned him such loyalty.

The future did not answer those questions.

/Tomorrow will be uneventful as well/, he stated on a neutral tone.

iknowwhatyoudo November 9 2008, 16:33:50 UTC

Schuldig offered Crawford the mug, giving him a sympathetic nod. He could relate all too well right now. It was the only reason he himself was up out of bed at this early hour.

/I could go into your head maybe and re-wire things a bit.../ he offered. He didn't need to know that Crawford would tell him no. There were tricks they learned... making someone forget their talent, or how to use it... it usually ended badly for the victim, but short term it might be possible to help. He gave Crawford a grin, although it was weak and tired and as faded as he felt.

/What is our next move going to be?/

ohnoyouwont November 9 2008, 17:09:45 UTC

Crawford wrapped his hands around the hot mug. On the surface, he looked exactly the same as he always did. Calm, composed, dressed and shaven neatly, his facial expression schooled into that of the all knowing prescient that he had been for years.

But to someone who knew him well, he looked positively frazzled. The tint of his glasses barely failed to hide the smudges under his eyes, his mouth was pressed in a thin, nervous line, and he gripped the mug too tight.

/No./

Loyalty until death or not, he was not letting Schuldig in. It was too dangerous, for both of them, and for Schwartz, as well. There was so much that Schuldig wasn't ready to know...

And then it came, the question he had been dreading.

It pained him to admit it but...

/I don't know yet./

He took a sip of the coffee.
It tasted as foul as the next few days that he has seen stretching in front of him with no resolution for his problems...