by now hawke's getting used to these little flashes of insight into the others lives, a personal peek just for her own nosy curiosity. she's not really sure what the rhyme or rhythm to quite legitimately any of this is but this one.... it makes her smile. softly, fondly. ]
[ there's just the long blown out breath of someone who's getting a little too used to her brain going weheh and the cult magic taking advantage of that ]
Mother was murdered... as you saw. So yes, I suppose I do understand. At least by then both Bethany and Carver were gone too.
[ that sure is an empty smile. the level of traumatic disassociation we're reaching can barely be comprehended ]
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w2, MONDAY
a memory plays hooray we can decide where we are later]
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by now hawke's getting used to these little flashes of insight into the others lives, a personal peek just for her own nosy curiosity. she's not really sure what the rhyme or rhythm to quite legitimately any of this is but this one.... it makes her smile. softly, fondly. ]
Your parents sound like wonderful people.
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Yeah. Gods, yeah, they were. They were so good, I loved them more than anything.
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It doesn't ever get easier, does it? Missing them.
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It really does not. You too, then?
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Mm. Father died before we had to abandon Lothering but Mother......
[ with the power of great timing and memshare week, we interrupt her to simply show you instead
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long silence, and then:]
Fuck. I'm - sorry, holy shit.
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Mother was murdered... as you saw. So yes, I suppose I do understand. At least by then both Bethany and Carver were gone too.
[ that sure is an empty smile. the level of traumatic disassociation we're reaching can barely be comprehended ]
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Maker knows I'd love for it to be a better story than it is.