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Dominick "Sonny" Carisi, Jr. ([personal profile] ottimismo) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2017-08-03 04:42 pm

[closed] smile, the worst is yet to come

WHO: Sonny Carisi
WHERE: House 11
WHEN: Forward dated to after the peach tree is discovered (will update with specific date later maybe?)
OPEN TO: Kira Akiyama
WARNINGS: Sonny's slowly enveloping depression and discussion of it



It feels as if the sun is up far to early, but in reality, Sonny's just stayed in bed far too late. Not slept, necessarily, but lay on top a nest of covers watching the crack in the curtains grow brighter and brighter. The moments pass, and he could probably lay here all day long, stubble scratching his cheek and neck, messy hair flopped in front of his eyes. He could lay here all day and wouldn't care, and ultimately, that's what finally pulls him out of bed. He's not blind to the hole he seems to be slipping into. It's daunting to fight it, but he's still doing it.

His morning routine is many hours late, not to mention painstaking, but Sonny drags him through each step of it. Washing his face, getting his teeth as clean as he can, smoothing his hair back, shaving his face. He dresses in overalls because they're the only thing that's clean, and begins to make his way to the inn.

First, he has to round up something to eat, but then he'll go to the church to pray. Praying doesn't seem to make a difference these days either, but he's holding onto his faith like it's all he has, the only thing keeping him afloat.

Between a few houses, back behind the inn, movement catches his eye. A bungalow that was once unoccupied looks like it's being fixed up. Sonny can only assume somebody new has shown up and is figuring out how to get their feet back under them. He likes new people — to because he likes seeing other people trapped here, but because the new ones usually stay determined to get back home for a little while. They're not as jaded. Sonny's not sure when he became one of the jaded ones, but he certainly doesn't like it.

He's nearly to the porch when someone steps outside again, and Sonny finds that it's not someone new at all. He blinks, surprised. "Kira? What're you doing back here?"
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[personal profile] 3ofswords 2017-08-03 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
Kira had felt him approach.

That was the more notable part of the day, and he's trying not to frame it like an ugly trade. He isn't even sure how good a thing it is, what might happen to him if the connection holds through another canyon-wide disaster. That low hum of people around him has returned, no stronger than it had been when he arrived, and it's hovered like cicada song all morning, just outside the brick walls of the house he and Veronica had chosen.

All his, now.

Somehow, he's surprised that it's Sonny attached to the feeling. Before Credence lost control, before everyone's powers had been cut short, Sonny had always felt like Christmas. Felt like New York before the epidemic, that last weekend before disaster struck. Lights strung along the streets, people always in groups, bustling under the stress of each mounting sale, but also excited for the end of the year. Maybe it's the way his power is only returned in pieces, maybe it's the way the volume has always been turned down in the canyon, but Sonny feels a lot more muted than before.

"You're not the only one who does community projects," he answers, though he hadn't been expecting to do this one alone. Veronica hasn't been seen since--well since Cougar disappeared as well, and maybe that's for the best somehow. They're worse off without her, but maybe she's better off. Coming down the steps, he's got his boots on despite the heat, in his cut-off shorts trying to make up the difference. Busted furniture sits in the grass beyond the porch, to be evaluated or replaced later. "I'm trying to get this place ready for new people to come through, stock it with some basic maps and supplies, extra room if the inn doesn't work out for them."
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[personal profile] 3ofswords 2017-08-08 01:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Wasn't mine," he admits of the idea, "Veronica roped me into trying to keep track of everybody, I'm just--carrying it on, I guess." He shrugs , stretching the strap of his tank, and decides Sonny is as good a reason as any to take a break.

Maybe not with the bottle of booze he found tucked in the cupboards, another box with his name on it, but--water. Conversation.

"Come on inside before you get a splinter," he says, nothing less than a command as he clops his boots up the steps and heads in. "Something's eating you, let's make sure it isn't dehydration." He'd never be so lucky, but a person like Sonny doesn't feel like a sullen dusk bleeding into the horizon because his blood sugar dipped.
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[personal profile] 3ofswords 2017-08-11 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Sonny coming across the floor behind him makes him think of Kid. Hooves digging grooves in the wood, little horns butting into the world around her. It's a little like jumping in the river when he hasn't gone swimming since high school--he knows how to keep moving through the house, drifting through the impressions as they come.

Not dehydrated, no. Kira still hunts through the cupboards for glasses, rinsing them once before filling the pair.

Tracking back through the disturbed dust and furniture, he steps over a rolled-up rug and holds the glass out for Sonny. His dark gaze is steady, trained up at his face, and placid as ever. "You're not exactly skulking around my upstairs, but I'd be a shit friend if I didn't let you talk about it," he says. "I'm not saying you have to, just--I'm not stupid, and I do give a shit."
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[personal profile] 3ofswords 2017-08-16 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Kira can count the number of times he's cried here on his fingers: not even his first night, but at the end of the first week; burying Ren; losing Casey; finding Credence, losing his powers.

If he's realistic, in a shitty way, Tim and Sonny are just more people to cry about when something inevitably goes wrong. But his powers are back, Tim hasn't done worse than been a stubborn idiot, and Sonny--Sonny should be okay, but Kira knew from the day he turned up at the church, got a good read on him--he's going to burn out. I'm just tired is the bullshit way of acknowledging it.

"I just told you I'm not stupid," Kira says, folding one arm across his chest as he sips from his own glass. Finishing, he exhales. "But I did say you don't have to talk about it, so, whatever." Looking around the room, he doesn't think moving furniture and getting splinters is going to lighten any of Sonny's load. "Come on, let's go for a walk. There's something I want to see across the wall."