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sixthiterationlogs2017-08-10 07:12 pm
posilutely) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-08-10 07:12 pm
Thank you for all the joy and pain; [1 Locked, 2 OTA]
WHO: Queenie Goldstein
WHERE: Various; see below
WHEN: ditto
OPEN TO: 1 locked, 2 OTA
WARNINGS: n/a
WHERE: Various; see below
WHEN: ditto
OPEN TO: 1 locked, 2 OTA
WARNINGS: n/a
House #7 - Mid-Late July - Locked to Sonny
It's the locket that confirms it.
When it had first turned up, Tina hadn't been sure if she wanted to trust it, but she'd taking to wearing it anyway. Just like she'd done at home, there wasn't hardly a time when it wasn't around her neck. Queenie's been wandering the village for a couple days now, and seeing it laying there on Tina's vanity table is like a punch right to the gut, her last bit of hope swept clean away in the matter of a moment.
And with Jacob apparently gone, too, it just makes a sad sort of sense, even if it makes her heart hurt to think about.
From the first time she'd felt that tingle of worry, Queenie's been telling herself it's probably better. If Tina's got out, if she's got home, it's gonna be better for them all -- It has to be, right? If anybody can figure out how to bust them out of this place, it's Teenie.
And if they've made her forget, well... maybe that's better too. She hated it here.
But telling herself these things just ain't the same as believing them, and sitting on the front steps of Sonny's house in her new dress, she can't keep herself from crying.
When it had first turned up, Tina hadn't been sure if she wanted to trust it, but she'd taking to wearing it anyway. Just like she'd done at home, there wasn't hardly a time when it wasn't around her neck. Queenie's been wandering the village for a couple days now, and seeing it laying there on Tina's vanity table is like a punch right to the gut, her last bit of hope swept clean away in the matter of a moment.
And with Jacob apparently gone, too, it just makes a sad sort of sense, even if it makes her heart hurt to think about.
From the first time she'd felt that tingle of worry, Queenie's been telling herself it's probably better. If Tina's got out, if she's got home, it's gonna be better for them all -- It has to be, right? If anybody can figure out how to bust them out of this place, it's Teenie.
And if they've made her forget, well... maybe that's better too. She hated it here.
But telling herself these things just ain't the same as believing them, and sitting on the front steps of Sonny's house in her new dress, she can't keep herself from crying.
Behind House #17 - Mid-Late August - OTA (3 thread limit)
The funny thing about Tina being gone is that Queenie knows exactly what she'd say about it: That Queenie oughta stay busy and just get on with it. And sure, there's days when she just wants to fall right down onto the floor and stay there wallowing in how empty the house feels now, or how she accidentally made lunch for two, but that voice in the back of her head is awful quick to give her a kick in the pants, just like Teen herself would do.
Some days it's tough to find enough to fill the day, though, and she's been trying some things she probably would be better off to just let alone.
Today, it's splitting firewood. To say she's awful at it without wand would be the understatement of at least two centuries.
She got herself an axe from the inn, but she can't seem to hit the wood at the right angle or hard enough. She's pinged herself with bits of bark at least 20 times, and in the hour she's been out behind the house, she's got exactly 3 pieces of firewood to show for it, and one of them barely counts, if she's honest about it.
Some days it's tough to find enough to fill the day, though, and she's been trying some things she probably would be better off to just let alone.
Today, it's splitting firewood. To say she's awful at it without wand would be the understatement of at least two centuries.
She got herself an axe from the inn, but she can't seem to hit the wood at the right angle or hard enough. She's pinged herself with bits of bark at least 20 times, and in the hour she's been out behind the house, she's got exactly 3 pieces of firewood to show for it, and one of them barely counts, if she's honest about it.
7I Shore - Mid-Late August - OTA (3 thread limit)
All of a sudden, they've got themselves an ocean, and all Queenie can do is stare at it.
The beach ain't much good for sunbathing with all its little pebbles, and it takes her a good fifteen minutes just to find a place to put her towel down. But it's the water that's the bigger problem, lapping softly at the shore like it couldn't just swallow her right up if it wanted.
Dressed in her cut-offs and sleeveless shirt, she wades in to her ankles but then just stands there, staring first at the wide, hazy horizon, and then down at the water swirling around her feet.
The beach ain't much good for sunbathing with all its little pebbles, and it takes her a good fifteen minutes just to find a place to put her towel down. But it's the water that's the bigger problem, lapping softly at the shore like it couldn't just swallow her right up if it wanted.
Dressed in her cut-offs and sleeveless shirt, she wades in to her ankles but then just stands there, staring first at the wide, hazy horizon, and then down at the water swirling around her feet.
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"Tina's gone," she says, and scrubs the heel of her free hand across her cheeks, for whatever good that might do -- There's already a fresh wave of tears choking her throat. Saying it out loud makes it all seem so much more real.
"I wanna think she went home, you know? That'd be better for her. She hated it here so much. But—" Her voice hitches, chin wobbling as she looks back to Sonny. "What if that ain't it?"
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He knows how it feels to have that hole in your heart, when you're missing someone you love. It's been too long since he's seen his sisters.
"Hey," he says softly, moving to sit beside her on the steps. His arm slips around her waist, pulling her close to his side and tucking her head under his chin. "Thinking like that will drive you crazy. I'm sure she's back home just waiting for you to join her."
He's not sure if he believes it himself anymore. But as long as Queenie does, that's what matters.