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thisavrou_log2017-06-14 09:40 pm
nicearsenal) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-06-14 09:40 pm
Entry tags:
Hold on to yourself (closed)
Who: Chloe Frazer and Nathan Drake (more may be added later)
When:Backdated to 11/6
Where: Medical.
What: Bad things went down on the planet and Chloe has to be the bearer of bad news. Really bad news.
Warnings:Blood and discussion of character death.
This shouldn't have happened. This shouldn't have happened.
Chloe's sitting on a cold metal bench, still wearing her torn, bloodied space suit and completely oblivious to the odd looks she's getting. Her face is ashen, her focus intent on the TAB in her hands which is covered in bloody finger prints and cracked in the corner. To all observers it looks like she's totally enthralled with it.
She's not. She doesn't even see it even though she's looking straight at it.
How? How could it have happened, they weren't- she was hurt but she hadn't been too hurt- she'd had worse and she'd lived through it just fine so then why... why?!
Chloe feels sick and cold and she just wants to turn tail and run and shut herself away from this, from all of this, but she knows she can't. The going gets tough, Chloe Frazer assesses the situation and gets the hell out of dodge. That's how this is supposed to go. No one gets hurt. No one has to be a bloody hero.
She's certainly not. Bloody, yes... but not a hero.
Not today.
Y'know you should play the hero more often. It suits you.
She's no hero.
Oh god, how will she even begin to explain this to Nate?
When:Backdated to 11/6
Where: Medical.
What: Bad things went down on the planet and Chloe has to be the bearer of bad news. Really bad news.
Warnings:Blood and discussion of character death.
This shouldn't have happened. This shouldn't have happened.
Chloe's sitting on a cold metal bench, still wearing her torn, bloodied space suit and completely oblivious to the odd looks she's getting. Her face is ashen, her focus intent on the TAB in her hands which is covered in bloody finger prints and cracked in the corner. To all observers it looks like she's totally enthralled with it.
She's not. She doesn't even see it even though she's looking straight at it.
How? How could it have happened, they weren't- she was hurt but she hadn't been too hurt- she'd had worse and she'd lived through it just fine so then why... why?!
Chloe feels sick and cold and she just wants to turn tail and run and shut herself away from this, from all of this, but she knows she can't. The going gets tough, Chloe Frazer assesses the situation and gets the hell out of dodge. That's how this is supposed to go. No one gets hurt. No one has to be a bloody hero.
She's certainly not. Bloody, yes... but not a hero.
Not today.
Y'know you should play the hero more often. It suits you.
She's no hero.
Oh god, how will she even begin to explain this to Nate?
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She doesn't have the words, she just rubs his back in a hopeless attempt to give him even a scrap of comfort before she offers lamely:]
I got hold of Sam, he should be coming now- oh god Nate I'm so, so sorry-
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[He still can't even look at her. He can barely move, like he's hardly holding together at all, and any little jostle will send him flying into a million little pieces.
He can't bear to hear Chloe's comfort, her apologies. Not when he's still registering that he kissed the love of his life goodbye, saw her off on a jaunt to the latest planet discovered through the Ingress and she didn't come back. She died, and he never knew. He never got to tell her he loved her one last—]
Just stop.
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Of course there's nothing she can say. Spouting empty platitudes and useless apologies aren't going to do a damn bit of good to Nate now. He doesn't need words, he needs his wife. He needs his brother.
The one thing he doesn't need right now is the woman who did nothing to stop his world from collapsing.
She nods, her throat feeling thick as she swallows and takes her hand back. For a while she sits there on her haunches, her palms splayed over her thighs as she looks at her knees, fighting back tears of grief and shame. She feels exhausted and broken but she can't go and leave Nate alone.
Useless and selfish she might be, but she isn't heartless. She'll wait 'til Sam gets here and then leave him to his grief with someone he loves and not the person who caused it.]