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Yesterday when she'd found out he was gone, and the night before -- maybe for weeks really, when Blue had thought about Gansey and the probability that he wasn't going to wake up -- she had felt a strange sort of nothing. Where before she'd sat in what was Adam's bedroom (now, soon, it would be something else to someone else) with Copper and the rats, crying and trying desperately to grapple with being the last one still in Hywel, now there's a stillness that doesn't bring tears. She goes to work, and gets through the day, and finishes going through some of the things she has yet to do.
Maybe it was that she'd grieved Gansey then, a little, along with the rest of them. Like somehow, she'd known, or they couldn't all be separated. Some part of her had been able to cry about Noah better then, too, she knows.
But it's not the whole of it. The empty resignation would be all right, maybe, but she feels like something's biding its time. When she gets up in the morning, it feels like she's wrapped in cotton balls, like there's a thick layer between her and everything else, slightly unable to touch anything. It's not the first time, definitely not in the last couple of weeks, but as she goes through the day it starts to curdle, starts to twist.
That's how she finds herself knocking at Tris's door, as the sun draws long shadows out: half too-still and half burning at the edges. Maybe Tris isn't home, or she won't want to do anything unplanned, but Blue thinks she'll get it.
Maybe it was that she'd grieved Gansey then, a little, along with the rest of them. Like somehow, she'd known, or they couldn't all be separated. Some part of her had been able to cry about Noah better then, too, she knows.
But it's not the whole of it. The empty resignation would be all right, maybe, but she feels like something's biding its time. When she gets up in the morning, it feels like she's wrapped in cotton balls, like there's a thick layer between her and everything else, slightly unable to touch anything. It's not the first time, definitely not in the last couple of weeks, but as she goes through the day it starts to curdle, starts to twist.
That's how she finds herself knocking at Tris's door, as the sun draws long shadows out: half too-still and half burning at the edges. Maybe Tris isn't home, or she won't want to do anything unplanned, but Blue thinks she'll get it.
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Date: 2018-03-02 04:01 am (UTC)Something in her eyes looks hollowed out and burning at the same time, like something is trying to consume her from the inside. I wonder if she sees it in my eyes too.
"Hey," I say, not sure where to begin.
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Date: 2018-03-05 11:01 pm (UTC)She can feel herself almost fidgeting. "This is out of nowhere, I'm sorry." It's not, really -- it feels like it's been waiting to happen forever. "Would you ...want to go on a run?"
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Date: 2018-03-09 02:40 am (UTC)I shift in place and then step back to let Blue in for coffee or just to sit while I dress. Whichever one she needs. There's a bruise on my shin that hasn't quite gone away. Moving helps.
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Date: 2018-03-09 03:27 am (UTC)This is probably safer, really, no matter how high up they get. She at least has to keep her head together a little, because if she doesn't she could really hurt herself, and the idea of racing each other, scrabbling over asphalt, not goddamn mired in thought -- it sounds good.
"Coffee would be good, yeah," she says, following Tris in. It can't make her more crawly than she is. She can feel a whole lot of things right on the tip of her tongue, but like everything else they don't quite want to spill over. Or she can't let them. Something like that.
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Date: 2018-03-09 07:00 am (UTC)"If you want to talk about it, I'll listen," I say, when I finally do come out. "Or you can have coffee." Her call.
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Date: 2018-03-20 03:57 pm (UTC)Tris dresses for a hard sort of route, and Blue is quietly glad that she understands where her head's at.
"I..." Blue turns what she wants over in her mind. She's pretty sure if she talks about it she's going to start crying, which sounds terrible. What she wants is to run until she has the wind taken out of her, to hit something, to think about anything else. "I probably want to talk," she says as measuredly as she can manage, "but not right now, if that's okay?"
She adds, a little belatedly, "Do you want to talk?" Tris had looked just as miserable -- she's been through a lot.
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Date: 2018-03-21 07:00 am (UTC)"It's more of the same for me."
I can still remember Thomas sitting on that couch with me after the city lost Isabelle. I'd confessed to him at the time that it felt as if I'd run out of grief, like I was too drained to mourn her after mourning so many others.
Now here I am again, missing Thomas. Missing Athos. And my grief is too tired, too numb.
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Date: 2018-03-27 08:55 pm (UTC)"Jesus," she says, pushing herself off the counter. "You're going to run out of skin at this rate." It's sort of a horrible quip to make, she thinks after saying it, classic not-nice Blue, and she makes a face. "I'm sorry. It's..."
She shrugs helplessly. "That for me, too." She glances up at Tris.
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Date: 2018-04-05 06:54 pm (UTC)But I've never felt as personally betrayed by a loss as this one now.
"I'm tired," I say. Tired of feeling, of thinking, of losing.
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Date: 2018-04-06 04:00 am (UTC)She doesn't know.
She's tired too, in a way that's beyond words, but she's not sure exactly in what way Tris means. "Would you rather we just stay in?" Blue still feels like doing something stupid, but she can do it later; she doesn't want to inflict her bad decisions on Tris if she's not up to it.
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Date: 2018-04-08 03:33 am (UTC)I think about it, shifting slightly in place so that I can again feel the throb of the bruise in my shin. Logic tells me I should take the offer. The part of me that hurts and that wants to translate it to physical instead of emotional pain says to ignore that.
"I'm still good for a run if you are."
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Date: 2018-04-09 04:17 am (UTC)But she thinks sometimes her thoughts, her longings are sometimes all but mapped on her too. Tropical summers and strange birds or dolphins that she'll never see because Darrow has her fenced in: she can imagine them bursting from her like a garden sometimes, like it's impossible that no one can see all the want for more stretching from her chest.
Even now, saying it out loud, Blue stretches her hands out. And then she thinks of how Gansey would give her such a fond, understanding, believing smile if she was saying this to him, and the unfairness of it all curls into something burning and ashen.
"I'm good for it," she agrees, stubborn. "One I have to think about."
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Date: 2018-04-10 03:58 am (UTC)I think she'd be beautiful with tattoos. Fierce. Tough as nails.
"Then let's finish our coffee." I'm already down to the last quarter of my mug as it is, mentally cataloguing the bottles of water in my fridge. "And then we can outrun everything."
It's a nice thought, at least.
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Date: 2018-04-13 03:42 pm (UTC)She curves a smile. "Sounds good." That reminds her of that city, too, when losing everything she loved was just a sort of demon she had to fight.