He said "I am the devil, boy, come with me and we'll make many storms"

[quiethumerus]

Who| Kurloz and Meulin
What| Goodbyes.
Where| D4 house
When| Super backdated to just before Meulin went to D13
Warnings/Notes|

The pearl on his collar sits so often some degree cooler or warmer than he. It could be that he is just all too concious of its presence, his mind making up reason it could be. But it makes him think of her and it makes him think of the fact she's got to go. He has to wonder if it isn't reminding him, some secret magic thing only she could give him.

He could believe in such small miracles. As long as he doesn't think to hard, he can still find some magic in the world. Especially now that she's part of his again.

It draws him up and out, ghosting into the hall, feeling like a figure frozen in time. He wonders, oh he wonders, if she will still be there when he makes his way around the corner, through her open door. She's there, preparing to go. Preparing to fight and the thought causes such a raucous within him, such an ill in his guts as to cause pain, he can barely think.

He goes to her and lets his arms wrap on around from above and behind.

Comments

[furgood]

The bag holds little. A few changes of clothing, all pretty but nothing quite like what she might wear around the Capitol, and a few notebooks. A pen and a notebook sit in her purse with her phone and all the little things she needs. All the supplies a journalist needs on the battlefield and two trusty soldiers to look out for her. It feels like so little but she knows it's more than enough. The supplies and the soldiers alike.

His arms interrupt her meandering thoughts and she welcomes them. Leaning back into his embraces, she curls her hands around his too thin arms and tries to extract all the warmth and love from him, as if she could take it with her on the journey. He worries, she knows. He waits so anxious when she returns and she expects the same on this return, but he must know she can't just sit idle.

"It's only a few days. And you can text me all the time, I purromise."

[quiethumerus]

It doesn't feel like enough to him. He would want high walls of hardest steel, something immovable, unshakeable, guarded by many. She's just a girl with a pen, not even a hint of armor. That sits ill. It settles unfair.

He cannot voice this for more reasons than one.

She leans back to him and he feels she is safe. He feels safe. Her hands around his arms, wanting him to hang on as he so gladly would offer eternal. He worries. He does not realise how much she knows. He just wishes she didn't know as much as she did for he thinks that his worries morph into hers and so they loop round and round.

Only a few days, she says. You can text, she says. His head bows into her hair, a sort of childish pouting unseen.

[furgood]

Unseen but not unknown. It's true that she knows more than he thinks she should. It's true that his worries inform her own, become them. The perfect words to soothe his worries don't exist, they can't. She could offer up the friends she goes with, their pack, their family, but he knows those things. She could offer up so much more that he knows. The strength of the Capitol, the surety that it will keep her safe. There is not much to offer that he doesn't know, so she repeats the old and true.

"I'll be okay Purrloz. You'll see. You know, we should plan something fur when we get back. Maybe we can go out for dinner somewhere. Or go to the Pier, Anna would like that. And you know Chuck would be even better than me at the dart games. If we can drag Derek and Chuck to the pier. I bet I could do it, I have my ways."

If she can keep his focus on the eventual return, on the things they could do together, maybe it won't be so bad. If they all have something to look forward to. Assuming the boys don't get hurt. Her hands curl tighter around his arms, her body leans heavier against him. She wants peace so bad. She wants it before these fights come to her home, to the sea. This is why she goes, she knows. To make a difference. To do something for this peace. It's why she spoke in the propos and why she writes so faithfully.

"Do text me all the time. I miss you when I'm out there."