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[ It's nice β being in the middle of something so domestic like her Ye Oldeβ’ beauty care routine and seeing the text that rings John's call. She's in the middle of inspecting her smile and how it looks after she's brushed them, angling her head every which way that is typical of her routine for going out.
It's almost like he's really texting her, maybe asking her out to a cute cafe or something. She can pretend, if she squints. ]
ofc duhhh
i'm gonna go!! lol
other than that nothing in specific
why? wbu π
It's almost like he's really texting her, maybe asking her out to a cute cafe or something. She can pretend, if she squints. ]
ofc duhhh
i'm gonna go!! lol
other than that nothing in specific
why? wbu π
[ You died. His brains went splat and kapoot all over the floor, right? Just like Caroline. And the fact that he died just like Caroline is part of the reason why she so readily took her things and went back to her roomβ the uneasy familiarity in it all, how he looked so similar to her. Bloody, wet. Dead eyed. It doesn't matter if she knows it's a dream, the odd feeling in her chest is all pervasive. ]
i'm sorry :(
[ She's not sorry. ]
i just need some time to myself...
all the void stuff has really fucked w/ me
i'm sorry :(
[ She's not sorry. ]
i just need some time to myself...
all the void stuff has really fucked w/ me
hey lottie
[ He's not sure where to start. There's...too much. Their encounter in the forest. The imaginary life they'd led in LA, so happy together until she was killed in front of him (his fault). Daryl mentioning that he'd rescued her from the cages, just like he'd rescued Jesse.
Lottie shouldn't have had to go through all of that. Not her. ]
its jesse
[ He'll leave it there, to start. If she wants to leave him on read, he'll take the hint. He knows he'd deserve it. ]
[ He's not sure where to start. There's...too much. Their encounter in the forest. The imaginary life they'd led in LA, so happy together until she was killed in front of him (his fault). Daryl mentioning that he'd rescued her from the cages, just like he'd rescued Jesse.
Lottie shouldn't have had to go through all of that. Not her. ]
its jesse
[ He'll leave it there, to start. If she wants to leave him on read, he'll take the hint. He knows he'd deserve it. ]
[ Lottie isn't sure where to start. Her life has become another bout of messes without even meaning toβ her emotional state is in disarray. It arguably gets worse when she sees Jesse's texts come in and she's reminded of a myriad of things. How good it felt to have his lips on her own, how deep and hard he fucked her. The unpleasant sensation of his horror and her subsequent death in the hot Los Angeles sun.
There's no phone for her to hold and stare down at, so she stares at the tavern wall. Blinking once, twice, as a patron waves her down and out of her stupor. Of course I know it's you, she wants to say. How can I not, she wants to follow up with, we spent like ten billion hours getting lost in Home Depot and kissing in your car. ]
hey! hi
[ She doesn't. Lottie is scared of saying the wrong thing and being too distracted. What the hell does she say now? She wishes she was better at words. ]
how you been?
There's no phone for her to hold and stare down at, so she stares at the tavern wall. Blinking once, twice, as a patron waves her down and out of her stupor. Of course I know it's you, she wants to say. How can I not, she wants to follow up with, we spent like ten billion hours getting lost in Home Depot and kissing in your car. ]
hey! hi
[ She doesn't. Lottie is scared of saying the wrong thing and being too distracted. What the hell does she say now? She wishes she was better at words. ]
how you been?
hey.
[ Abrupt. Out of nowhere. But he's staring in a mirror, so it's on his mind. ]
what do you use to get that volume?
in your hair?
[ Abrupt. Out of nowhere. But he's staring in a mirror, so it's on his mind. ]
what do you use to get that volume?
in your hair?
[ Lottie's halfway through a particularly unsexy coughing fit (dust) when she finds Billy's texts in her brain. She sniffles, passing by a mirror left behind on the wall in the beats following and.. Well, how can she not stare? She picks at her bangs. Mulletboy has questions, huh.. ]
are you asking for my hot tips and tricks? β¨
are you asking for my hot tips and tricks? β¨
[ The thing is, he can't just ask Lottie how she's doing, or say that he's worried about her, that he wants her to stay safe. That's not how he operates. So: ]
What are you wearing?
What are you wearing?
[ If he did, he'd find a far different response than: ]
π π π
try again
[ Lottie's her own sort of crabby, feeling a strange and overall terrible (insecure? Worried for the guy who didn't want to fuck her? Angry and mad at being involved in all this?) that has bled into the week. That makes it apparent when she's bratty at even the fact House is asking her this of all things, when she knows he's very.. Peculiar. A lot like she is. ]
π π π
try again
[ Lottie's her own sort of crabby, feeling a strange and overall terrible (insecure? Worried for the guy who didn't want to fuck her? Angry and mad at being involved in all this?) that has bled into the week. That makes it apparent when she's bratty at even the fact House is asking her this of all things, when she knows he's very.. Peculiar. A lot like she is. ]
murphy is lost
[ there's no preamble, no introduction. lottie's name had been on the list that murphy had shared when he'd gone to cook for the duchess. people to tell if he didn't come back. it seems only reasonable to do it now. ]
[ there's no preamble, no introduction. lottie's name had been on the list that murphy had shared when he'd gone to cook for the duchess. people to tell if he didn't come back. it seems only reasonable to do it now. ]
Edited 2024-01-01 18:45 (UTC)
[ It's startling. It almost feels like a prank, with the sudden introduction and finality of it. But there's no punchline, no follow up. Just Lottie having to repeat it by herself, in her own mind, afraid of what would happen if she asked to hear again. So she goes, ]
are you sure?
are you sure?
[ It's two days before she even replies.
It's two days of her waiting with anticipation for the right moment, the right time. It comes in the morning, the time she'd usually make her way to the tailors but before the time she'd close in for the tavern.
What Daryl will receive is static. Is syllables. Inclinations that there is thought and words in a voice all too familiar (her footprint, her intent, the soft flutter of need and anxiety that is so distinctly Lottie wafting through) but it is muddied. Muffled by being drowned under waves of cold, cold, water for too long. It starts with: Darβ And a beat. Then goes on to: Whβ Until minutes, attempts to communicate pass, then silence. ]
It's two days of her waiting with anticipation for the right moment, the right time. It comes in the morning, the time she'd usually make her way to the tailors but before the time she'd close in for the tavern.
What Daryl will receive is static. Is syllables. Inclinations that there is thought and words in a voice all too familiar (her footprint, her intent, the soft flutter of need and anxiety that is so distinctly Lottie wafting through) but it is muddied. Muffled by being drowned under waves of cold, cold, water for too long. It starts with: Darβ And a beat. Then goes on to: Whβ Until minutes, attempts to communicate pass, then silence. ]
Lottie?
Strange said he helped you fake your death. Are you okay? Do you have somewhere to stay?
Strange said he helped you fake your death. Are you okay? Do you have somewhere to stay?
Are you alright
[ It goes out to all of them, instinct, in the closing instant of the eternity of awful crystalline silence between the severing and whatever comes next. He's not expecting an answer from all of them, knows logically there are a few who won't be able to respond - not instantly, if at all. But he asks because he has to know. Because if he doesn't ask now he might ask never, and he can't have that. He can't. ]
[ It goes out to all of them, instinct, in the closing instant of the eternity of awful crystalline silence between the severing and whatever comes next. He's not expecting an answer from all of them, knows logically there are a few who won't be able to respond - not instantly, if at all. But he asks because he has to know. Because if he doesn't ask now he might ask never, and he can't have that. He can't. ]
[ It's hours after the fact. Lottie lets his concern sit inside her mind and bounce around her skull until it all settles, until her migraine cements itself as a fixture and her real life chaos (Daryl, Billy) give her a break. She's still a little devastated, still a little weepy when she takes the time to say something back.
Orβ. It doesn't quite start as words. Lottie lets a hand slip through, a pathetic telepathic request for touch. Company. Maybe an inkling of the same presence they all had in their mind this past month. And then eventually: ]
no
Orβ. It doesn't quite start as words. Lottie lets a hand slip through, a pathetic telepathic request for touch. Company. Maybe an inkling of the same presence they all had in their mind this past month. And then eventually: ]
no
are you⦠are you hurt?
tell me youβre okay, lots ( i miss you, is what he doesnβt send. she was just in his head, one of the few voices for a while, and now everyone is back but somehow she feels so far away afterβ- after all that. )
tell me youβre okay, lots ( i miss you, is what he doesnβt send. she was just in his head, one of the few voices for a while, and now everyone is back but somehow she feels so far away afterβ- after all that. )
[ He doesn't need to say it. Lottie can feel how needy and hopeless, desperate, he is. Because it's how she's been feeling once it's all done. All gone. Once it's only herself inside her sad little head. ]
im fine
[ It's more than the Lottie typical I'm fine but I'm not and you need to realize it. It's I'm so stupidly lonely and ashamed and upset at everything I've done but most of all that upset I've already lost the only good I've gained in a while. It's Eddie let me put my head on your lap. It'sβ ]
i'm super fine and i'll forever ever be fine forever
im fine
[ It's more than the Lottie typical I'm fine but I'm not and you need to realize it. It's I'm so stupidly lonely and ashamed and upset at everything I've done but most of all that upset I've already lost the only good I've gained in a while. It's Eddie let me put my head on your lap. It'sβ ]
i'm super fine and i'll forever ever be fine forever
[ She wouldn't catch his eye at the moot, and fuck knows if he even wanted her to. He feels stupid. And hurt. And manipulated. And like she did it for fun. But Eddie didn't do it to hurt him. And Murphy didn't mean for any of this to happen. So Lottie...
So he speaks up for all of them, confesses his own part in stopping the proxies coldly. ] Hey.
We gonna talk about it or what?
So he speaks up for all of them, confesses his own part in stopping the proxies coldly. ] Hey.
We gonna talk about it or what?
[ Lottie wouldn't look at him, and frankly, didn't want to. She's too ashamed of herselfβ too scared of what she might see when he looks back at her. If he doesn't like her anymore or worse, thinks she's a monster. The monster that tricked him and played ghost with him in her bedroom, the same one that lured Felipe out and played at Daryl's heartstrings.
(Also, the hat she was wearing was ridiculously big and heavy, so she had to keep tucking her face down. The cons of being dramatic to her own 'funeral'.)
But she heard him speak up for her.. With Alicent. At the hall. Maybe there's nothing to be scared of but herself? ]
Talk about what..
[ (That line of logic still isn't enough to get her to be brave!!) ]
(Also, the hat she was wearing was ridiculously big and heavy, so she had to keep tucking her face down. The cons of being dramatic to her own 'funeral'.)
But she heard him speak up for her.. With Alicent. At the hall. Maybe there's nothing to be scared of but herself? ]
Talk about what..
[ (That line of logic still isn't enough to get her to be brave!!) ]
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