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❛ You’ve disappeared on me before, too. ❜ He pouted, though quickly slipped past him and into the apartment, leaving the basket on his kitchen table. ❛ I’ve been a little preoccupied. ❜

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lyon was sleeping fitful,  tossing and turning next to her. after years of knowing him, she could tell that he had a nightmare — not that it was too surprising. both of them had seen enough to warrant nights of unpleasant sleep. it did not help that outside of the window, a storm was raging on, though neither the rain that harshly pounded against the windows nor sherry’s own attempts had been able to pull lyon out of his dream. so for now, all she could do was sit next to him and wait as her fingers gently combed through his moonlight pale hair.

she would wait, just  like he waited when it was her who was drowning in her dreams. she would not leave, would not slip back under her own blanket to sleep. instead, she would stay up and hum softly, trying once more to remember the words of the lullaby her grandfather had sung to her, a long time ago, before deliora had become much scarier than the darkness or the monster under the bed could have ever been.

ANOTHER ANCIENT MEME // NOT ACCEPTING

auburn could admit  it, she had a thing for dramatics and could easily get lost in a role. usually, she supposed, it was not much of a problem. but usually, she was not playing a role she had wanted for such a long time. sometimes, she wondered what her younger self, a version of her that had loathed the idea of traditional roles, say if she could see her these days, centuries down the line and very much  in love  with the concept of a classical family.

it was weird,  she guessed, when someone considered how much time she had spent running from something she wanted, now. but that hardly mattered, she decided as she marched down the hallway, her heels loud against the marble tiles. it hardly mattered because at the end of the day, the only person who could decide what was right for her was no one else but her. and she had decided a long time ago that this was indeed what she wanted her life to be.

she had had  little to no  actual  preparation for this performance, but she liked to think that after all these years of showing up to get fay out of trouble, it should be easy enough to get richard out of trouble for a change. whatever he had done to warrant the call from his teacher, she doubted that it could be half as bad as fay blowing up an experiment during her chemistry class  again.

( really, she did not get paid enough for any of this. )

richard’s  ( and fay’s )   mathematics teacher was a pretty brunette who shifted her weight awkwardly from one foot to the other — not that auburn could blame her; she had taught at a similar school in the past and in her experience, the parents were worse than their brats. ❛ thank you for coming here, mrs vohon — richard said you’re very busy these days. ❜ the teacher blinked twice and scratched the back of her neck. ❛ or is it ms hayden? i’m not sure, i’m afraid. ❜

a part of  auburn sighed as she quietly pulled back a chair and sat, clearing her throat as she folded her hands in her lap. ❛ dr vohon or dr hayden is both alright with me, ❜ she said calmly, barely managing not to stress the dr  too much. she understood, after all, that most of the mothers — and that was a weird thought she would have to continue later — the teacher met were very different from here. and without passing judgement on them, auburn was rather sure that there were not many among them who still worked in whatever job they might have originally had and instead ran charities. which was also important, she guessed, but this had never been her scene.

auburn nearly laughed.  it was impossible that leo would know about it, but she had bought a lot of planners over the last decades in hopes to be a little more organised. she had never been particularly bothered by her tendency to live amidst what she called creative chaos, but once in a while, she looked at fay who was quite possibly the most organised person she had ever encountered and decided to give it another shot. it being a person who carried a planner and actually wrote things down there.

( really, sometimes it felt like a minor miracle that she did not miss more things than she already did. )

SOME ANCIENT MEME // NO LONGER ACCEPTING

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here is what is weird  ( what is wrong ) about the mess they are currently in:  lyon is scared, very scared. sherry knows this, can see it in the way he holds himself; he makes himself smaller, just a little bit. most people, she knows, would not even see it, but she has been right next to him for such a long time now that she cannot miss the signs.

they surprise her, yes, and she would lie if she said that she was not a little bit worried, but — she is nowhere as afraid as he is. and the reason why she is less afraid right now is that fear is difficult to grasp when one is drowning in white hot anger. her hands shake, behind her back, out of everyone’s sight. 

not that what people see is a concern, right now. sherry knows that there are people who have known her long enough, people who can tell that she is too angry to be scared. because all of this is a mockery, a cruel joke — and she will not watch someone  ( anyone )  do this to the people she loves. they have been through too much, together and alone, and — sherry cannot stand the idea of someone being awful enough to use their past and their nightmares against them like this.

but someone  is  tasteless enough to do this and her heart hurts as she looks away from lyon and towards yuuka and tobi who are staring at the sight in front of them with wide eyes and terror written across their faces. this — this is bad, sherry decides and wishes  ( not for the first time )  that jura was there with them, someone who can keep them calm before this nameless horror turns into panic. after all, deliora will never cease to be an open wound for all of them.

❛ this is not real, ❜ she says, her voice rough and too soft, as she finally remembers how to speak. she might be affected less than the others, mostly because she has seen an abyss darker than this charade, but she is nowhere as unfazed as she would like to be. but someone has to keep their wits with them, now, and she thinks that the others might be too far gone already, too caught up in their past to think straight.

her fingers stop shaking as they brush over lyon’s wrist before her hands come up to tuck her hair behind her ears, dark blue eyes trained on whatever it is that pretends to be the one nightmare they have shared for years, the one nightmare that has initially brought them all together. the doll play mage does not know what it really is, but she does not really care either. all she knows is that it is neither human nor demonic, that it is something new — something that has no idea what kind of storm is about to be unleashed. she does not smile — this is not the time for empty arrogance — as her right foot slides backwards.

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one truth about  auburn was that she was an excellent listener. sure, she liked to talk and to direct a conversation according to whatever pleased her most at the moment, but she had learned how to listen before she had learned how to talk. and most of the time, she enjoyed it. there was something infinitely wonderful about listening while someone let their mind spill all over the place and share a hundred little secrets about themselves — whether they noticed that was another thing altogether.

and so she  had grown fond of many voices over the years, probably to the point where she would be able to pick out one particular voice out of a mixture of hundred voices — because everyone had a very unique approach to communication and auburn had studied countless approaches in the many years of her life.

and this meant  that auburn could not completely relate to leo’s experience. of course, she enjoyed listening to noel, but that was not a foundation of their relationship. instead, she would consider the way they could just be quiet together without letting the silence crush them a far more important aspect of their bond. and if she would have to pick the one person she liked to listen to most, it would probably be a draw between her brothers.