Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2017 11:30:08 GMT -5
#THELOSTCHILD 2.0
Asylum Aftermath; June 27th 2017
The Ultraviolent Complex, San Diego; California
There were a thousand things she could have said in this moment, but she didn’t. Elena could have tried to comfort him, but what for? It wouldn’t change the facts. If you were brought up like her, there was no space for back rubs and lies -- you had to live through things the way they were. And while her eyes rested still on Finn, she knew that this was his battle. To a degree.
He will survive this.
Her look never fell on the blue-haired girl, out of principle. It was funny how everyone had seemed to forgotten what just happened a few months ago. How Aaron pulled a tantrum every time Finn wanted to spend time with herself or Isabella. How Elena invited her to tag along, but there was always an excuse. And then to top it all? Losing a child and failing to tell your husband, leaving him shit on and shattered. Aaron was a lot of things, one of them was by far a good actress. She always tried making Elena the Wicked Witch of the West while she herself were Dorothy. But. Who picked up Finn when he was almost getting himself killed, or shitfaced because he couldn’t handle his own shit from time to time? Family did. She didn’t hate Aaron, never. Hate was too much to give. Though, something way worse had happened between now and the past six months. She didn’t give a single flying fuck about the blue-haired Smurfette.
Growing cold does favour you, my pet.
A satisfied grin formed on her face when she stepped forward. It was one maybe not even Finn had ever seen. And despite their emotional and physical battle only moments ago, she kissed him briefly on the cheek, before allowing him to walk away, as she knew he’d do without another word. Sometimes you gotta let people go, but only to watch them return. Only one problem remained: this left her with Aaron. Well, and Dickie, though she’d been originally oblivious to his arrival. The latter was texting with his newfound friend, a frown on his face.
She will not vanish. Ever.
“Have a safe trip, Aaron. Wherever you go.”
Her tone was neutral, even though she didn’t give her as much as a blink. Instead, she turned around herself and began to walk down the hallway. Dickie didn’t notice for a moment, but when he did, he ran after her, out of breath and not smiling -- which was a rare moment. Whenever Dickie didn’t smile, something was horribly wrong. In his hand, he held her newly won title, which he handed over almost immediately.
“That thing is frickin’ heavy.”
He whined, an attempt to lighten the mood. She looked at the belt for a few moments, before resting it over her shoulder. A softer expression fell on her face when looking at her little brother, rubbing his cheek.
“I like Hannah. She seems to be very much into you.”
Two can play that game.
He looked even more puzzled than usual, trying to read her expression. He wasn’t used to his ‘family’ walking separate directions. Oh well, he was -- but not like that. At many occasions, he would have called Elena the glue of their group, the one that would bump their heads when they were being silly. And after what he had just witnessed, things were batshit crazy right now.
The two made their way out of the Complex, and into the parking lot outside. Dickie relinquished his phone and stopped when Elena did, her eyes narrowed a little as she looked out at the cars.
“I don’t like when you two aren’t okay with each other… .”
“This is hardly the right time, Dickie. You know I love you to death, and the same goes for Finn… but I just can’t. Not right now. Everyone seems to think that I don’t have my own battles to fight… .”
She paused. Her eyes wandered past him where some of the trucks were located. She could have sworn that someone had moved, stepping out of the shadows. But no matter how hard she looked, nothing was there.
Looney El. Congratulations.
“Elena? El?” His voice seemed shaky, filled with panic. “Lena?!”
“Turn around Dickie. Tell me: is there someone next to the silver truck?”
His movement wasn’t quite as quick as you expected from a young man, but he focused his sight on the spot she indicated, longer than she had herself before turning back to her. He shrugged his shoulders, resting his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it just for a moment.
“There’s no one there. It was a long night, maybe your mind is playing tricks on you. Everyone would be confused after the past couple of weeks you’ve had -- I just wish you would talk to me. We always did that back in the orphanage.”
Little, sweet Dickie. No matter how old they turned, he probably would never forget that time. Truthfully, neither of them would, no matter how hard they tried. She pulled him into a deep hug. She wasn’t sure, though, if it was for him or for herself, but she did it regardless, kissing the side of his head before stepping back.
This maybe will be the last one for a while.
“Walk with me, Dickie, I’ve got something to tell you. And against your nature, this cannot leave your lips ‘till I tell you otherwise. I would hate to pinch your nipple.” She grinned, and Dickie made a painful facial expression. “Before I got down here, there was a FedEx delivery for me. I was already in a rush, but I opened it to find letters in there.”
Another pause. It didn’t look like she was going to continue, so he gently nudged her side.
“From fans?” It would be like Dickie to try to make light of it, especially as uneasy as he already felt. “Lena, do you have a crazy stalker? What about a long-lost aunt that’s died and gave you a shit-ton of money?”
Gametime.
She said the next words with a grimace on her face, and as she said them, she watched the color drain from her little brother’s face.
“From my mother.”
Asylum Aftermath; June 27th 2017
The Ultraviolent Complex, San Diego; California
There were a thousand things she could have said in this moment, but she didn’t. Elena could have tried to comfort him, but what for? It wouldn’t change the facts. If you were brought up like her, there was no space for back rubs and lies -- you had to live through things the way they were. And while her eyes rested still on Finn, she knew that this was his battle. To a degree.
He will survive this.
Her look never fell on the blue-haired girl, out of principle. It was funny how everyone had seemed to forgotten what just happened a few months ago. How Aaron pulled a tantrum every time Finn wanted to spend time with herself or Isabella. How Elena invited her to tag along, but there was always an excuse. And then to top it all? Losing a child and failing to tell your husband, leaving him shit on and shattered. Aaron was a lot of things, one of them was by far a good actress. She always tried making Elena the Wicked Witch of the West while she herself were Dorothy. But. Who picked up Finn when he was almost getting himself killed, or shitfaced because he couldn’t handle his own shit from time to time? Family did. She didn’t hate Aaron, never. Hate was too much to give. Though, something way worse had happened between now and the past six months. She didn’t give a single flying fuck about the blue-haired Smurfette.
Growing cold does favour you, my pet.
A satisfied grin formed on her face when she stepped forward. It was one maybe not even Finn had ever seen. And despite their emotional and physical battle only moments ago, she kissed him briefly on the cheek, before allowing him to walk away, as she knew he’d do without another word. Sometimes you gotta let people go, but only to watch them return. Only one problem remained: this left her with Aaron. Well, and Dickie, though she’d been originally oblivious to his arrival. The latter was texting with his newfound friend, a frown on his face.
She will not vanish. Ever.
“Have a safe trip, Aaron. Wherever you go.”
Her tone was neutral, even though she didn’t give her as much as a blink. Instead, she turned around herself and began to walk down the hallway. Dickie didn’t notice for a moment, but when he did, he ran after her, out of breath and not smiling -- which was a rare moment. Whenever Dickie didn’t smile, something was horribly wrong. In his hand, he held her newly won title, which he handed over almost immediately.
“That thing is frickin’ heavy.”
He whined, an attempt to lighten the mood. She looked at the belt for a few moments, before resting it over her shoulder. A softer expression fell on her face when looking at her little brother, rubbing his cheek.
“I like Hannah. She seems to be very much into you.”
Two can play that game.
He looked even more puzzled than usual, trying to read her expression. He wasn’t used to his ‘family’ walking separate directions. Oh well, he was -- but not like that. At many occasions, he would have called Elena the glue of their group, the one that would bump their heads when they were being silly. And after what he had just witnessed, things were batshit crazy right now.
The two made their way out of the Complex, and into the parking lot outside. Dickie relinquished his phone and stopped when Elena did, her eyes narrowed a little as she looked out at the cars.
“I don’t like when you two aren’t okay with each other… .”
“This is hardly the right time, Dickie. You know I love you to death, and the same goes for Finn… but I just can’t. Not right now. Everyone seems to think that I don’t have my own battles to fight… .”
She paused. Her eyes wandered past him where some of the trucks were located. She could have sworn that someone had moved, stepping out of the shadows. But no matter how hard she looked, nothing was there.
Looney El. Congratulations.
“Elena? El?” His voice seemed shaky, filled with panic. “Lena?!”
“Turn around Dickie. Tell me: is there someone next to the silver truck?”
His movement wasn’t quite as quick as you expected from a young man, but he focused his sight on the spot she indicated, longer than she had herself before turning back to her. He shrugged his shoulders, resting his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it just for a moment.
“There’s no one there. It was a long night, maybe your mind is playing tricks on you. Everyone would be confused after the past couple of weeks you’ve had -- I just wish you would talk to me. We always did that back in the orphanage.”
Little, sweet Dickie. No matter how old they turned, he probably would never forget that time. Truthfully, neither of them would, no matter how hard they tried. She pulled him into a deep hug. She wasn’t sure, though, if it was for him or for herself, but she did it regardless, kissing the side of his head before stepping back.
This maybe will be the last one for a while.
“Walk with me, Dickie, I’ve got something to tell you. And against your nature, this cannot leave your lips ‘till I tell you otherwise. I would hate to pinch your nipple.” She grinned, and Dickie made a painful facial expression. “Before I got down here, there was a FedEx delivery for me. I was already in a rush, but I opened it to find letters in there.”
Another pause. It didn’t look like she was going to continue, so he gently nudged her side.
“From fans?” It would be like Dickie to try to make light of it, especially as uneasy as he already felt. “Lena, do you have a crazy stalker? What about a long-lost aunt that’s died and gave you a shit-ton of money?”
Gametime.
She said the next words with a grimace on her face, and as she said them, she watched the color drain from her little brother’s face.
“From my mother.”