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Thomas Raith ([personal profile] emptynight) wrote2009-06-17 11:38 pm

Hiding from the aftermath

It had been late, almost sunrise, when Thomas made it back indoors, arms stiff with exertion. He headed upstairs with every intention of cleaning the guns and then collapsing in bed, but the note on his bed changed his plans. The gym bag went under the bed and the kukri went in his hand. Leaving his clothes in yet another pile on the floor, he headed across the hall.

When he entered, Merrick's side of the room was empty, but Dru was simply lying in her bed, looking like she wanted to curl up into herself. Setting the kukri on the bedside table, Thomas lifted the sheets and slid between them, joining her. He didn't say anything, just in case sound caused her more pain, and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss to her bare shoulder.

*****

When Thomas' consciousness resurfaced from the dark warm depths of sleep, he wasn't quite sure where he was or how long he'd been out. Then the fog cleared. Dru's room. She'd asked for him. The argument with Edward last night. Muttering a string of explitives in his head, Thomas curled back deeper into the sheets, his arm tightening involuntarily around Dru as he did so.

((Tag Dru!))

[identity profile] dead-drusilla.livejournal.com 2009-06-18 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Drusilla wasn't sure what she felt. But she felt it all at once. Tons of tiny little emotions, that she normally kept hidden. Except from Thomas. It was useless, and she didn't try. She just felt them. What use was there in keeping secrets when you may never share them with anyone?

"It is twisty isn't it? We have all been bent and molded to wills that are not out own. There is no fault in being afraid. I am afraid, and it makes me stronger. To know what I can lose makes me stronger, and I don't think they understand how much we-" Drusilla quieted. Maybe she shouldn't talk about this. Maybe she should just sleep. Take what time she had in his arms and cherish it. Push things away.

"There is no shame in being afraid. How silly we'd be, if we feared nothing. How dead."

[identity profile] dead-drusilla.livejournal.com 2009-06-18 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
"You will always know how many guns to bring, but I will not always know the answers. Sometimes I am wrong, and that is when I am most afraid. I am always right, until I am wrong." She didn't want to move. Why did she had to start the night? Couldn't they remain here forever, wrapped in arms and legs? He was so warm. Thomas was so beautifully warm. And he had come to her when she asked, and stayed with her through the day. She had been afraid he wouldn't, though she wasn't sure why.

"Thank you for staying with me. I felt alone, and I knew you would smell of guns and night air."

Maybe it was because he seemed so far. The brightest star was still so very far from where she was now. The bandage he removed from his hand. There were so many questions she had for him. So many things she wanted to ask, and none of them were easy or not painful.

"Would you," she started, but didn't quite know how to finish. There were a few questions she wanted to ask above all. They piled up in her mind, and she found one she thought was the easiest for her to take. Her fingers followed the curve of his hip, and she spoke slowly wanting the knowledge but understanding she may not get it, "What hurts you so? Your hand? I kissed you once, and tasted ashes. Are they the same?"



[identity profile] dead-drusilla.livejournal.com 2009-06-18 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
The silence lingered. In it, Drusilla knew she consciously understood. Had always really understood from the moment Justine had shown herself in dreams and visions. Thomas' shining beauty. The one she understood she could not replace. She understood, but it still hurt. It even hurt less than it might have hurt another woman, but it still hurt.

And just because it did hurt didn't mean she could just stop, or downgrade her feelings to match. Drusilla would take whatever part or piece he could give her, and she knew there was nothing wrong with it. It was just the way things had worked out for her.

Why Drusilla was reminded of the Judge at this time bothered her. But his words came to her mind unbidden. Drusilla reeked of humanity. Her doey eyes and small full lips. Her hands dancing over flesh. Her cheeks resting against his chest. The only thing that stopped her from feeling human now, was her heart. Never had she missed her heartbeat, until now.

"I know." Drusilla wanted to say that she always knew, but she didn't. She wanted to say that different was okay. Something else that told him how much she understood. Accepted. "It is different, but no less."

[identity profile] dead-drusilla.livejournal.com 2009-06-18 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Already she wanted to tell him that it wasn't his fault. She understood everything. Most of all she wanted him to know something she assumed he did. That everyone he cared about, automatically became someone she cared about. Anything they needed, she would do.

She loved Thomas. It couldn't be avoided.

It was useless, Drusilla realized, to hide the fear she felt when he spoke next. So she just let it happen, but she didn't let it consume her. There were no secrets. Not from Thomas, not from Edward, and not from Lacrimosa. They way he felt, and the way they lay felt so very right to her. One question, would not spoil it.

she pulled back just a bit, so that she could look into his eyes. There was a trepidation there, but there was also honesty, love, kindness. "Of course Thomas. You can ask of me whatever you like."

[identity profile] dead-drusilla.livejournal.com 2009-06-18 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
It felt like he was touching her for the last time. It was a horrible for the briefest of moments. It struck the type of terror in her that even demons could not. Then it was gone, and was replaced by warmth. Blotted out by affection and longing.

There was relief when he did ask, and her body settled. Drusilla calmed, and almost produced a sad sort of smile. "I am not happy, and yet I feel I should be. I am changed so greatly, and yet I feel nothing at all. What does it mean except that I could be alone again? What use is it if-" She wavered there, and her fears lay plainly before Thomas, as they had been laid before Edward. It did not get better the second time.

"Infinite power has limits my love. Infinite loneliness does not."

[identity profile] dead-drusilla.livejournal.com 2009-06-19 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
Now. Now, was everyone's word. Drusilla don't fear. You are not alone now. Drusilla had never lived in the now. It was hard when you knew the future. She lived for then more then she lived for anything. It made her want to wrap around him and turn away at the same time. A night without stars.

Her entire body stiffened. She had Seen a night like that. A night in which all the stars blotted out, and nothing shined right. All the colors were faded grey. It was cold, and she would have died to have warmth. Warmth that could never come. The vision racked through her again, and she saw past him, into a void of nothing. The path wasn't clear, everything seemed a lie and a truth.

Gasping was not something she normally did, but she did it until she thought her lungs would burst. Drusilla hadn't realized how hard she had been holding onto Thomas, until it all started to fade away. Her nails dug into flesh. When the feeling of blades and darkness faded, she looked stricken. Aloft in emptiness.

He would say something, but she couldn't stand to hear it. So she kissed him, because at that moment he was all that she could see.