Tamara Sable || Antalyon (
needsnobottle) wrote2012-08-16 10:24 am
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[12 - text] Absence
[The handwriting that shows up is sketchy, spaced oddly, and the letters ar all uneven in shape and size.]
what have you done deior what have you done give it back
what have you done deior what have you done give it back
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[She hadn't known, before now, how much she needed it. And now? That knowledge terrifies her.]
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He takes what we need and he laughs.
But we won't let him keep it.
*Hopefully she'll go back to normal once they all turn back into themselves again...though at times going after the lord to force answers, or people, out of him sounded really nice.*
hhhhh sorry im taking forever
Everyone'll be back to normal in a few days. You'll see.
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He should be punished.
[The way he punished the rest of them.]
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*Sollux really doubt that, but he also really hopes for it.*
For now...what can we do?
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We take care of her. Tammy, when's th'last time you ate something?
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[She shakes her head, the effort of thinking back, or attempting to, too great for her.]
Don't know.
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*Zeke was a much better person to handle food then he was, though, so he'll just be quiet about eating and such.*
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You just keep an eye on her. Maybe try gettin' her on the bed. I'll go make some soup, how's that sound?
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*Sollux really doesn't know what to make of that look. Or of this situation. Tammy is his friend, nothing more, and he's fine with threatoning the lord for her and possibly doing things for her, but he's not so sure about emotional support.
But then he showed up when she was like this, so he really should have expected it. He's not sure what he expected, really...but he's here so he'll try at least.
He stands up slowly and offers her his hand.*
Here. Its better to sit on the bed then on the floor.
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Thank you.
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Sollux nods and sits down beside her.*
I don't really know how to deal with this. But...we'll get you through it. Somehow.
*But you can be sure he'll be asking a fuck ton of questions once she's better and recovered.*
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I hate this feeling.
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*He has no idea. Nothing must compare to that.*
...guess you would.