[Thunder rumbles. Parker wishes it would be louder, would rattle her teeth, would drown out her thoughts until there's nothing else. But it fades after a moment, and the only thing left are echoes. Then there's nothing left but memory. That's the only thing she has left of him.]
[(She pressed her back against the door to the Dark Zone, watching as the two wrestled like a pair of lion cubs. He glanced at her, unfamiliar, unknown, and there was a smile under his mask.)]
[She shrugs out from under Mother's hand, finally turning towards him. She's soaked to the bone, hair flattened and dripping rain. Her cheeks are wet. Her eyes are red and watering. She says nothing for a time. Just clenches her jaw until it looks like her teeth will shatter. Lightning flashes overhead. Thunder follows a few seconds later. The heart of the storm is over the Post Office now. Not long before it breaks.]
[(He told them in the Medical Wing. Lindianne, still in her blood-soaked shirt, said nothing. She didn't lift her head from staring at the floor. Voodoo pressed the paracord into her hands and lingered for a moment, his hand covering hers in silent grief. She did not look at them as she walked away. No one stopped her as she left.)]
[Silence.]
[Then, mutely, Parker nods. Her voice is raspy from crying.]
...Okay. Okay.
[This time, when her eyes well up, she does not sob. A tear falls and is swept away by the wind.]
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Date: 2019-06-01 06:53 am (UTC)[(She pressed her back against the door to the Dark Zone, watching as the two wrestled like a pair of lion cubs. He glanced at her, unfamiliar, unknown, and there was a smile under his mask.)]
[She shrugs out from under Mother's hand, finally turning towards him. She's soaked to the bone, hair flattened and dripping rain. Her cheeks are wet. Her eyes are red and watering. She says nothing for a time. Just clenches her jaw until it looks like her teeth will shatter. Lightning flashes overhead. Thunder follows a few seconds later. The heart of the storm is over the Post Office now. Not long before it breaks.]
[(He told them in the Medical Wing. Lindianne, still in her blood-soaked shirt, said nothing. She didn't lift her head from staring at the floor. Voodoo pressed the paracord into her hands and lingered for a moment, his hand covering hers in silent grief. She did not look at them as she walked away. No one stopped her as she left.)]
[Silence.]
[Then, mutely, Parker nods. Her voice is raspy from crying.]
...Okay. Okay.
[This time, when her eyes well up, she does not sob. A tear falls and is swept away by the wind.]