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paradisalost2011-08-04 04:42 pm
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freakin' LJ
Who: Teresa and Allen
What: Comforting the kiddo after Arthur's death.
When: BEFORE LJ DIED. Uhhh... right where this thread left off.
Where: Teresa's room.
Rating: PG!
He knew when coming here...that Teresa was attempting to comfort him. His other friends were doing the same things, her and Crowley were simply the most direct about it. Allen did appreciate it, even if he wasn't quick to show it at the moment. The pangs of loneliness that came with the loss...they were lessened slightly at it.
But when she said sorry, part of him wanted to scoff. It seemed so...wrong. No simple sorry will ever make up for all this.
"...He might not come back." He'll say it bluntly, so he doesn't have to watch another round of someone trying to tip-toe around that fact when he knew perfectly well what the case was. After all...Robin never came back either.
"We don't know that yet." Of course the thought was on her mind, but it was just one amongst many. The lighter. Riful getting that item that could have been the key to defeating her. Her allies. Teresa's own inability to do anything against the kind of monster she was raised to fight. She was sorry, and sorry that she, as a (former) number one, had only been able to get herself taken and tortured so far in her attempts to get to Riful.
Allen was a boy that experienced far too much loss for someone his age, and one more added to the list upset her. She knew that this was where she was needed right now, but at her core Teresa was a warrior. She wanted to fight. She wanted to grab Riful by the skull and grind her face into the dirt before killing her. There would be no mercy here. But right now, she couldn't do that. As much as she wanted to go, say she would try again in two weeks if she failed, she didn't want to be another loss for Allen, even if it were for the greater good. So, she was left trying to help in this situation, one that was more difficult than swinging a sword at a monster.
"We have to hope for the best."
"Of course I'm hoping, but..." He shakes his head. It seemed wrong to simply assume that he'll come back. It didn't do anything to make the pain less real, and what if he didn't return? They had plenty of evidence that indicated otherwise and the last thing he wanted was to believe in a false hope again.
"I'm tired of losing everyone."
Teresa frowns, moving to stand in front of Allen. She pauses, as if she were going to say something--but she knew that there really wasn't anything comforting she could say. Not right now, anyway.
Eventually, she settles on brushing her fingers over his cheek. She's not quite sure when or where she picked that up, but she hopes it conveys what she wants it to: that she understands.
He'll look up when she starts to do that. It's certainly a comforting gesture, but it's a bit surprising at the same time- having such a gentle action come from the woman who would often flick him him in the forehead or pat him on the head like a dog. "Eh?"
"You should get some rest, Allen. You look exhausted," she says, placing a hand on his shoulder and turning to guide him towards the bed. With the various people that had been Teresa's roommates over the years, she'd often have an extra bed in the room. Recently, however, she'd been on her own for a while and it seemed silly to have two beds that were never used.
Rest, and... oh, right. "Have you eaten?"
He shakes his head a little. "I'm not hungry," he explained as he is led by her hand. It was an odd expression coming from someone like him, but he just couldn't feel his stomach at the moment unless it was being tied in knots. He wasn't exactly tired either, but he doubt Teresa would listen to that argument either.
She's satisfied with him allowing her to lead him, so she doesn't press him to eat something right away. She figured his appetite wouldn't be around, nor would sleep be easy. She motions for him to sit.
"Later, then. You'll have to eat eventually."
He sits on the edge of the bed, glancing at it. It's been quite awhile since he's stayed here, almost as if it was another life time ago. So much had happened since those simple days.
"I know...I will." He says partly to placate her.
"What can I do?" She asks after standing in front of him for a few seconds. This wasn't the first time they had been in this situation, and she doubted it would be the last given the nature of the world they were in and the monsters that inhabited it. But she has to wonder if being there, being a presence, iss enough. She's not sure what else she can do anymore, and the uncertainty is disturbing. Teresa is anything but uncertain.
What: Comforting the kiddo after Arthur's death.
When: BEFORE LJ DIED. Uhhh... right where this thread left off.
Where: Teresa's room.
Rating: PG!
He knew when coming here...that Teresa was attempting to comfort him. His other friends were doing the same things, her and Crowley were simply the most direct about it. Allen did appreciate it, even if he wasn't quick to show it at the moment. The pangs of loneliness that came with the loss...they were lessened slightly at it.
But when she said sorry, part of him wanted to scoff. It seemed so...wrong. No simple sorry will ever make up for all this.
"...He might not come back." He'll say it bluntly, so he doesn't have to watch another round of someone trying to tip-toe around that fact when he knew perfectly well what the case was. After all...Robin never came back either.
"We don't know that yet." Of course the thought was on her mind, but it was just one amongst many. The lighter. Riful getting that item that could have been the key to defeating her. Her allies. Teresa's own inability to do anything against the kind of monster she was raised to fight. She was sorry, and sorry that she, as a (former) number one, had only been able to get herself taken and tortured so far in her attempts to get to Riful.
Allen was a boy that experienced far too much loss for someone his age, and one more added to the list upset her. She knew that this was where she was needed right now, but at her core Teresa was a warrior. She wanted to fight. She wanted to grab Riful by the skull and grind her face into the dirt before killing her. There would be no mercy here. But right now, she couldn't do that. As much as she wanted to go, say she would try again in two weeks if she failed, she didn't want to be another loss for Allen, even if it were for the greater good. So, she was left trying to help in this situation, one that was more difficult than swinging a sword at a monster.
"We have to hope for the best."
"Of course I'm hoping, but..." He shakes his head. It seemed wrong to simply assume that he'll come back. It didn't do anything to make the pain less real, and what if he didn't return? They had plenty of evidence that indicated otherwise and the last thing he wanted was to believe in a false hope again.
"I'm tired of losing everyone."
Teresa frowns, moving to stand in front of Allen. She pauses, as if she were going to say something--but she knew that there really wasn't anything comforting she could say. Not right now, anyway.
Eventually, she settles on brushing her fingers over his cheek. She's not quite sure when or where she picked that up, but she hopes it conveys what she wants it to: that she understands.
He'll look up when she starts to do that. It's certainly a comforting gesture, but it's a bit surprising at the same time- having such a gentle action come from the woman who would often flick him him in the forehead or pat him on the head like a dog. "Eh?"
"You should get some rest, Allen. You look exhausted," she says, placing a hand on his shoulder and turning to guide him towards the bed. With the various people that had been Teresa's roommates over the years, she'd often have an extra bed in the room. Recently, however, she'd been on her own for a while and it seemed silly to have two beds that were never used.
Rest, and... oh, right. "Have you eaten?"
He shakes his head a little. "I'm not hungry," he explained as he is led by her hand. It was an odd expression coming from someone like him, but he just couldn't feel his stomach at the moment unless it was being tied in knots. He wasn't exactly tired either, but he doubt Teresa would listen to that argument either.
She's satisfied with him allowing her to lead him, so she doesn't press him to eat something right away. She figured his appetite wouldn't be around, nor would sleep be easy. She motions for him to sit.
"Later, then. You'll have to eat eventually."
He sits on the edge of the bed, glancing at it. It's been quite awhile since he's stayed here, almost as if it was another life time ago. So much had happened since those simple days.
"I know...I will." He says partly to placate her.
"What can I do?" She asks after standing in front of him for a few seconds. This wasn't the first time they had been in this situation, and she doubted it would be the last given the nature of the world they were in and the monsters that inhabited it. But she has to wonder if being there, being a presence, iss enough. She's not sure what else she can do anymore, and the uncertainty is disturbing. Teresa is anything but uncertain.
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"I'm afraid I don't know."
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And even if they could find a way to beat her...it would always feel far too late.