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lup 🔥 ([personal profile] restinglichface) wrote2017-07-06 10:49 pm

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[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2018-01-08 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
why cant i find magnus on the network
did he break his phone
whats going on
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[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2018-01-08 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[It's what she knew in her heart was the truth, but that doesn't make it fucking suck any less.

'you gonna be okay?'

She wants to scream. She wants to throw the communicator, smash it into itty bitty pieces, wants to march over to their house and kick the door open and demand they get him back. Somehow. They have to.]


yup
ill be fine


[Angry, hot tears streak down her cheeks.]

thanks for letting me know
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[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2018-01-08 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[At first, she feels incredibly sick at the notion of rooting through Magnus' shit when she's only just discovered that he's gone. It only takes her a moment to think about it, though. What if someone else takes the nail polish color he painted on her?

What if there's something like what Sans left?]


whos there right now?

['who's going to see me with red rimmed eyes?']
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[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2018-01-14 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
ok. im coming [a second later-] who the fuck is Bar

[She doesn't wait for an answer though, just strides off towards Lup's place with a load of fake got-it-together-ness. She stops halfway to splash her face with water from one of the pools, aiming to look more alert and less red. Hopefully that's the case by the time she knocks on Lup's door, uncharacteristically quiet. She follows it up with a louder, sturdier knock, self conscious about appearing weak.]
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[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2018-01-23 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's a good move. She feels small right now, but sharp, too. A hug isn't what she wants. What she wants is Magnus to jump out from behind Lup and ruffle her hair, having pulled the shittiest, most assholeish prank in the world.

His booming voice doesn't come. It's just them.]


Yeah. Hey.

[Ellie wanders inside, and drops her backpack near the door.]

Thanks for letting me come round.
survivorsguilt: (âž½ the hand thing)

[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2018-02-06 08:11 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't miss the way it sounds. Her voice is small, her reply a mumble.]

No.

[All the same, Ellie steps past Lup and opens the door. She can't stand to wait any longer.

She's never been in his room before, but it's just how she would have thought. A bit of a whirlwind. Scattered carvings. And over there- the bottles. Ellie makes a beeline for them, pocketing the blue immediately.]


Is it- you sure I can take it?

[There's not much else she wants, although a package wrapped in paper catches her eyes.]
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[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2018-03-10 10:46 am (UTC)(link)
Okay.

[She doesn't know if she can do that. If she can keep coming back, and not hope for a second, every single time she opens the door, that he'll be back again, waiting in there. To Ellie, it sounds like hell.]

...For me?

[Ellie takes it from Lup's hands carefully, handling it like glass, fragile and delicate. When the wrapping is removed, what's left in her hands is a wood carved angel holding a knife.

She doesn't realize she's crying until a drop stains the wood, spurring her to wipe her eyes against her jacket sleeve and stash both the figure and the gift tag in her backpack.]


Cool. Thanks.
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[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2018-03-23 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Lup's arms around her are soothing and warm. Almost motherly, in a way she has never known. It hurts.

It hurts, because she can imagine, through the pain of Magnus' loss, the absence of the mother she never knew, the way she misses Joel, Connor, Prompto, Jade, Sans and all the others, so many others- she can imagine what it would feel like, to lose Lup, too.

Her chest unlocks and bursts open and she sobs, rocking into Lup like a wave.]


Don't leave. Don't leave me.
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[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2018-04-03 11:32 am (UTC)(link)
[Magnus isn't dead, but Ellie knows mourning. It feels like this. She isn't sure how often she could stay here, meters from this room, in a place so thoroughly covered in his footprints. Feeling like this.

But Lup is so comforting, and her words are the kindest Ellie has heard.]


I'll stay tonight.

[She doesn't ask about where she'll be staying, or who else is around. She just squeezes Lup too tight and wishes this over like a nightmare.]
Edited 2018-04-03 11:52 (UTC)
survivorsguilt: (âž½ the hand thing)

[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2018-04-25 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[She nods and draws back, wrapping her own arms around herself the moment Lup's aren't there. Gotta get sharp again, or she'll just start unraveling, and she fucking refuses to be the little girl who can't sleep alone and cries all night.

She wipes her eyes on her sleeve again, steels herself to not talk about this any further, and clears her throat.]


Yeah. Gotta tell me who Bar is. What the fuck kind of name is that?
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[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2018-05-08 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
[The fact that Lup seems to be on the same page makes it easier.

--That, and the very distracting bomb she just dropped. Ellie gapes at her, but continues to allow herself to be lead along.]


Holy shit? You're married!

[Cocoa is still more important though. Priorities.]

Okay. Sweet. Dude, I have no idea what the fuck to expect.
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[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2018-06-12 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[It makes Ellie laugh a little, at the very least. Something she sorely needs right now.]

I'll put money down on tentacle monster. Sounds about right.

[She nods and flops down, somewhat tiredly giving Lup a salute.]

Aye aye, cap'n.
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[personal profile] survivorsguilt 2018-08-25 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[Ellie makes a disgusted noise and stretches out an arm to try and thwack Lup before she's out of reach, unsuccessfully.]

I didn't mean it like that! Gross!

[She still obviously gets what Lup is implying, though, so...]

Oh, fuck yeah. [frown] Promise Peanut won't bite? [She still doesn't like that pupper.]