[he can probably put a hand like... on it, but he's not allowed in, and she actually flinches away from it, a little. she's still pretty hulked out - yellow eye closed, horns grown out, teeth long.
[ …. can he like. fully lean on this bubble? he’s going to do that because aaa. ]
I would fully believe he was sad for you, you realise. Perhaps I didn’t know him anywhere close to as well as you did, but he struck me as the sort whose heart bleeds for everyone other than himself.
[ gazes into the distance because he truly had a conversation about how fucking similar rondo and karlach were to rondo’s face on… tUESDAY? IT WAS ONLY TUESDAY? jesus christ help me. ]
That you want to live? No. It doesn't matter to me what you think I want to hear. I can give you want you really want -- I do mean you, Karlach. Not whatever's wearing you like a skin suit right now.
[ his jaw flexes a little tightly. ]
I could do so easily -- but darling, the second that wish was in my hands you'd be right back here. And you'd hate it! [ there's a slight hysterical note to his voice now, bubbling under all that. because fuck this place he is so tired of it all. ] You'd hate it, you'd hate being here but I don't care. I am not a good enough person, no matter how much you try to tell me otherwise, to give up you or Gale for anyone else here.
[ the flex is a full clench as he rubs a hand over his face and forces him to relax, muscle by muscle, bit by bit. ]
But I am willing to hear you out. I can do that much for you at least.
Oh, goody. Add me to the spiders club. You'd bring back a husk.
[she says, grinning at him.]
You're right. I would hate it. Yeah? You'd put me right back in and I'll keep moving until I burn out and burn out and burn out. [a hysterical little laugh, as she rams the barrier.] Is that what you want? Is that what you want to see?
You're more fucked up than I thought! That's cruel, that is. But I'll do it. I'll do it for you.
[ coming back to this during Sad Thread hours like THE WHIPLASH. ]
Yes, that's basically what I thought. [ he rubs a hand over his face. ] When you make the decision, you'll be making it for yourself, my dear. And then maybe you'll be able to focus on doing what you want-- getting the things you want too.
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Hello again, darling.
[ he will just come and sit down near the bubble. can he put a hand in it, or is a big no. ]
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she growls.]
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Growl all you like my dear, I'm not going anywhere.
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I'm sorry.
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You'd be the first to tell someone else in your position that it's not their fault, not completely.
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He... he was crying.
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I would fully believe he was sad for you, you realise. Perhaps I didn’t know him anywhere close to as well as you did, but he struck me as the sort whose heart bleeds for everyone other than himself.
[ gazes into the distance because he truly had a conversation about how fucking similar rondo and karlach were to rondo’s face on… tUESDAY? IT WAS ONLY TUESDAY? jesus christ help me. ]
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Do you think that makes me feel better? Honest question. [she says hoarsely, staring at him.]
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No. I don't.
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[growls.]
Don't want to hear it now, either. I don't want to hear more about how much more I've got to carry.
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Then we won't talk about it. I'm not sure there's much that could be said about it anyway today, my dear.
[ not when she's like this and when they're all very deeply tired and there's just uncertainty reaching out in front of them. ]
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What, then. What, you tell me what you want to hear. That's what I'm good at.
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Darling, I love you dearly but when have I ever minced words around you? Hm?
[ DROPS YOUR L WORD AS I LASH OUT. ]
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You haven't, so tell me. What will make you feel better, huh? I can tell you that I want to live. That'll probably help.
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That you want to live? No. It doesn't matter to me what you think I want to hear. I can give you want you really want -- I do mean you, Karlach. Not whatever's wearing you like a skin suit right now.
[ his jaw flexes a little tightly. ]
I could do so easily -- but darling, the second that wish was in my hands you'd be right back here. And you'd hate it! [ there's a slight hysterical note to his voice now, bubbling under all that. because fuck this place he is so tired of it all. ] You'd hate it, you'd hate being here but I don't care. I am not a good enough person, no matter how much you try to tell me otherwise, to give up you or Gale for anyone else here.
[ the flex is a full clench as he rubs a hand over his face and forces him to relax, muscle by muscle, bit by bit. ]
But I am willing to hear you out. I can do that much for you at least.
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[she says, grinning at him.]
You're right. I would hate it. Yeah? You'd put me right back in and I'll keep moving until I burn out and burn out and burn out. [a hysterical little laugh, as she rams the barrier.] Is that what you want? Is that what you want to see?
You're more fucked up than I thought! That's cruel, that is. But I'll do it. I'll do it for you.
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Yes, that's basically what I thought. [ he rubs a hand over his face. ] When you make the decision, you'll be making it for yourself, my dear. And then maybe you'll be able to focus on doing what you want-- getting the things you want too.