Log | August Catch-all | Closed

[graveyounglady]

Who: Mercy Graves & Others
When: Throughout August
Where: Around Gloucester
Summary: Various happenings throughout the month.
Warnings: Nightmares, claustrophobia, large-scale industrial accidents/train crash, screaming, fire, hallucination, loss of home, body horror, sadism/cruelty, mentions of attempted suicide and gore



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[graveyounglady]

[Mercy's sniffles and wipes quickly at her eyes. She misses her family something fierce right now. She could wrap her arms around Grannie and let the old woman sing her to softer dreams of the warm earth beneath her and the smell of grass, flowers, and trees growing all around.

On an impulse, she tries to pull Akechi into a hug, in spite of the gun, in spite of him being naked and clearly annoyed.]

You got real fancy words, Akechi.

[simulatio]

What-

[-the fuck do you think you're doing, he manages not to say, strangling it down with audible difficulty. His voice emerges in a harsh bark of surprise and alarm, his entire body tensing at her touch. Hugging a man holding a gun is an absolutely terrible idea, especially when said man is both touch-starved and incapable of handling most emotions in a positive way. Every instinct screams to shove her away -- this is vulnerable, this is too close. He doesn't know how to politely extricate himself from a hug.

Fuck, he hasn't been hugged since before his mother's death. He tries for a laugh, one of the polite ones he'd use to dodge interview questions that bordered on the personal, and hears it fall flat around him.]

I, ah, don't think I said anything particularly complicated, [he manages to say through vocal cords that feel like they're swollen shut. He doesn't hug her back. He doesn't move at all.] You don't need to, ah...

[graveyounglady]

[He doesn't need to hug back for the moment. Mercy just clings to the young man, her arms tight, but not painfully so.]

I just mean you talk pretty. Like a scholar. Reminds me of some of the abbey folk at home. This place is real interesting, but I wanna go home now.

[If he's not pushing her away, Mercy is not letting go.]

[simulatio]

Ah... haha.

[Try as he might, he can't help his laugh from sounding anything but awkward as he gently pats her arm. There, there.]

Well, I was top of my class, I suppose, [he says, not knowing what else to say. Of course she wants to go home. What idiot doesn't want to go home? What the hell is he supposed to say to that?!]

Should you make it back there, you'll have quite the stories to tell your friends, no? [he tries, patting her arm again.] You could write a book.

[graveyounglady]

I could, couldn't I? Maybe even get it in print if Ms. Tawnie opens up her shop. She's got all them pretty pamphlets. If you put them together and bound them all up...

[She sniffs and finally starts to pull back, wiping at her eyes as she releases Akechi.]

No one would believe me about this kind of place, though. Magic machines and electricity and trains. This ain't real for us. It's like living in a dream.