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thisavrou_log2016-08-20 01:39 am
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You're always leaving me behind
Who: Nihlus Kryik and you!
When: Aug 20th at night-ish.
Where: In a broom closet.
What: Troubled bird teen.
Warnings: Teen alcohol abuse, abandonment issues, possible mentions of self-harm, racism, bullying, etc.
There’s a broom closet somewhere on the Moira with a lanky little body curled up in its darkest corner. Under the acrid smell of cleaning agents and dust, there was a thick haze of something sweet and distinctly alcoholic.
A few people have come and gone, opening the door, realizing it’s not the location they’d wanted to end up in and then closing it again, not noticing the still form mostly hidden behind a shelf.
This suited Nihlus just fine. He waits until they leave before taking another sip.
It’s probably not healthy for a teen his size to have gone through this much of the bottle.
Health is the last thing on his mind.
When: Aug 20th at night-ish.
Where: In a broom closet.
What: Troubled bird teen.
Warnings: Teen alcohol abuse, abandonment issues, possible mentions of self-harm, racism, bullying, etc.
There’s a broom closet somewhere on the Moira with a lanky little body curled up in its darkest corner. Under the acrid smell of cleaning agents and dust, there was a thick haze of something sweet and distinctly alcoholic.
A few people have come and gone, opening the door, realizing it’s not the location they’d wanted to end up in and then closing it again, not noticing the still form mostly hidden behind a shelf.
This suited Nihlus just fine. He waits until they leave before taking another sip.
It’s probably not healthy for a teen his size to have gone through this much of the bottle.
Health is the last thing on his mind.
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He's silent for a long minute after that, drawing in shuddering, unsteady little breaths, trying to find some kind of calm. When he reaches out to find the bottle, it's misplaced and lifting his makeshift hood up, he spies the bleary outline of the bottle too damn far away.
Dammit, how'd it get all the way over there? He needs to- he needs-
He curls up again instead.
"Goddess... Goddess, she's ffucking alive."
Yeah, so, rooting through future Nihlus's omni-tool turned out to be a pretty bad idea.
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"Who is?"
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There were pictures of her on the tool. Her plates were graying, edges cracked from age, new battle scars here and there- but Spirits, it was her, the image dated nearly a decade in the future. There was Matron Lisika next to her and scattered pictures of some of the other gang members here and there.
"It's been nearly... two years," he breaths, subvocals choked with self-loathing. "Never heard single peep from her after she hauled me onto that fuckin' ship. Thought everyone was dead."
Laughing quietly he rakes his claws through his colony marks, hard enough to leave thin blue stripes on his face, white flakes of paint dusting his palms.
"Turns out I'm jus' baggage."
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It was a conclusion jump, considering what very little she did know about her mentor's past — little, nothing — and she doubted she'd ever get the chance to ask again.
"What happened?"
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It's... not exactly how it went down. Perspective was kind of hard right now, though.
As for what happened?
"Some kinda... Asari family feud varrenshit over who controlled what on the outpost. Things got messy." People died. His dad died. Nihlus is seriously considering crawling over and nabbing that bottle again.
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"Sometimes people hurt their loved ones, push them away, in order to keep them safe. You're both still alive — and you said it yourself. Palavan doesn't take kindly to Separatists. What do you think would happen if she showed up?"
Shep watches the teen as she speaks, eyeing his line of sight. As soon as he's looking away from it, she moves the bottle again — this time, with a gentle biotic slight-of-hand levitation — up one shelf.
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"Y'know I didn't ask to be kept safe." Keeping up the glare's too much effort though and he eventually gives up, resting his head back against the pillow. "Would've been happier dying on that shitty outpost with some kinda family than fucking..."
The word gets caught in his throat and the kid stops, refuses to say it, refuses to start crying again. He's already messed up enough with this woman.
"... Could've popped off a message at least," he mumbles instead after a moment, eyelids drooping.
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"Parents have a tricky habit of trying to do what's best for their kids — even if that definition of 'best' is vastly different, person to person. But if I had to guess? I'd say she did it to protect you. Even the lack of messages."
Well, probably to protect herself, as well — no telling what the Hierarchy could, or would track. But the sentiment stayed true.
As his lids get heavier, Shepard leans over, twitching the a blanket back over him.
"Try and get a little rest."
head for another thread wrap?
"... Thanks," he adds softly after a moment, almost too softly to be heard, and there's something like apology under it. If Shep answers though, he won't hear it anytime soon, having drifted off into a deep sleep.
He's going to wake up to one miserable hangover.
We're on a roll
"It's the least I could do."
Leaning against her own pipe, Shepard stares into the dark, rolling her newly-discovered facts in her brain. She waits a little longer, until Nihlus the younger's breathing stabilizes, then starts carefully cleaning. By morning, there's no trace of the debaucherous evening, save the liquor replaced with several bottles of water, and a few tablets of strong, dextro-safe painkiller.