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Jan. 30th, 2018 02:35 pmBlue wakes, and isn't sure what it is, at first, that has woken her. Her mind puts together the sounds slowly. Hywel is so often a collection of sounds: laughter, music from another room, the creak of old metal, the rustle of animals. Right now it's quiet.
No: her sock is wet. She blinks, and realizes it's Copper's nose. She's whining, a little, nosing at Blue's foot.
Blue blinks, lifting her head from her arm. She's not entirely sure when she fell asleep last night, but whenever it was it was unexpectedly enough that she hadn't changed into pajamas to do it, or closed the door. It's the sort of sleep that feels like she was dragged kicking into it and it wasn't keen to let her go, but it had no dreams, or rest to it.
"Hey, girl," she says sleepily, pushing herself up on her elbows and looking around. "What's up?" It's not entirely common for Copper to come wake her up; not, at least, without Adam in her wake. There's a tension to her, even as she starts wagging her tail at Blue's voice. Her speckled ears flicker back and she picks up her feet and puts them down as though she would jump up, but she's too aware that's not good dog behavior.
It could just be hunger, impatience. But why would she come to Blue to go out or be fed? It twists a strange knot into Blue's stomach, and she swings her legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing her eyes. Copper huffs softly, encouraging or urgent, and turns back toward the door, running out to the hallway and back to Blue. Blue frowns, trying to listen as she follows her, but the house is silent as though asking her to answer her own question.
"Did your boy forget to feed you, Cops," she asks with an unsteady tone of nonchalance, reaching to ruffle the dog's ears. He's always with her; it's as unsettling as seeing Chainsaw without Ronan or Tris without her tattoos. Maybe Ronan got him out of the house somewhere, or he got Ronan out of the house - both of them need it. Maybe he was called urgently into work. There could be an absolutely normal explanation. "Hey, Adam," she calls, "come get your dog."
There's no answer. ( cut for length )
Blue slides down onto the floor and sits there for a long time staring at her contacts list. The rats' wheel squeaks in their cage. At some point, Copper sighs and leans into Blue's side and she wraps her arms around the dog. "It's okay," she says to her, distantly. "It's gonna be okay."
It's not okay. She's the only one in Hywel, she's going to be here by herself for who knows how long and she suddenly can't stand it. She wants to cry, only she doesn't quite know how. She wants to break something.
She can't even call Gansey because he might never wake up.
She stares at her contacts list. Over half of her favorites are only there because she can't bear to delete them. Ellie she's not talking to really. Tris it seems like it might be a lot, all at once...
Biffy...Biffy might not be up, but he might be, and he'll at least have tea. Impulsively, she hits the call button.
No: her sock is wet. She blinks, and realizes it's Copper's nose. She's whining, a little, nosing at Blue's foot.
Blue blinks, lifting her head from her arm. She's not entirely sure when she fell asleep last night, but whenever it was it was unexpectedly enough that she hadn't changed into pajamas to do it, or closed the door. It's the sort of sleep that feels like she was dragged kicking into it and it wasn't keen to let her go, but it had no dreams, or rest to it.
"Hey, girl," she says sleepily, pushing herself up on her elbows and looking around. "What's up?" It's not entirely common for Copper to come wake her up; not, at least, without Adam in her wake. There's a tension to her, even as she starts wagging her tail at Blue's voice. Her speckled ears flicker back and she picks up her feet and puts them down as though she would jump up, but she's too aware that's not good dog behavior.
It could just be hunger, impatience. But why would she come to Blue to go out or be fed? It twists a strange knot into Blue's stomach, and she swings her legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing her eyes. Copper huffs softly, encouraging or urgent, and turns back toward the door, running out to the hallway and back to Blue. Blue frowns, trying to listen as she follows her, but the house is silent as though asking her to answer her own question.
"Did your boy forget to feed you, Cops," she asks with an unsteady tone of nonchalance, reaching to ruffle the dog's ears. He's always with her; it's as unsettling as seeing Chainsaw without Ronan or Tris without her tattoos. Maybe Ronan got him out of the house somewhere, or he got Ronan out of the house - both of them need it. Maybe he was called urgently into work. There could be an absolutely normal explanation. "Hey, Adam," she calls, "come get your dog."
There's no answer. ( cut for length )
Blue slides down onto the floor and sits there for a long time staring at her contacts list. The rats' wheel squeaks in their cage. At some point, Copper sighs and leans into Blue's side and she wraps her arms around the dog. "It's okay," she says to her, distantly. "It's gonna be okay."
It's not okay. She's the only one in Hywel, she's going to be here by herself for who knows how long and she suddenly can't stand it. She wants to cry, only she doesn't quite know how. She wants to break something.
She can't even call Gansey because he might never wake up.
She stares at her contacts list. Over half of her favorites are only there because she can't bear to delete them. Ellie she's not talking to really. Tris it seems like it might be a lot, all at once...
Biffy...Biffy might not be up, but he might be, and he'll at least have tea. Impulsively, she hits the call button.