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thisavrou_log2016-07-06 10:32 am
sketchycharacter) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-07-06 10:32 am
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Of all the things you never explained
Who: Nathan Drake (sketchycharacter) and Elena Fisher (tearsinajar)
When: July 6th
Where: Nomo #011
What: Things fall apart.
Warnings: Minor spoilers for Uncharted 4.
[Nearly a week out from the attack on the Moira and things could be worse, as far as Nate is concerned. Yes, people died, and their ship somehow got smooshed together with the Caducan ship, and the bar is gone, and people are partly glass, but...
All right, things could definitely be much better. But he's alive and Elena's alive and those are two pretty damn good things. They'll fix the ship and fix people, somehow—the specifics are a little beyond him, but whatever, there are tons of insanely smart people with more knowledge and skills than he could ever dream of on the Moira. They'll figure it out.
All in all, Nate is feeling relatively optimistic, considering the general circumstances. He's also feeling optimistic about his and Elena's individual circumstances, which is why he sits down to work on a requested drawing that isn't his usual style before heading to Nomo Deck and Elena's room. She should be back there by now; they'll have plenty of time to talk about things.]
sketchycharacter) and Elena Fisher (tearsinajar)When: July 6th
Where: Nomo #011
What: Things fall apart.
Warnings: Minor spoilers for Uncharted 4.
[Nearly a week out from the attack on the Moira and things could be worse, as far as Nate is concerned. Yes, people died, and their ship somehow got smooshed together with the Caducan ship, and the bar is gone, and people are partly glass, but...
All right, things could definitely be much better. But he's alive and Elena's alive and those are two pretty damn good things. They'll fix the ship and fix people, somehow—the specifics are a little beyond him, but whatever, there are tons of insanely smart people with more knowledge and skills than he could ever dream of on the Moira. They'll figure it out.
All in all, Nate is feeling relatively optimistic, considering the general circumstances. He's also feeling optimistic about his and Elena's individual circumstances, which is why he sits down to work on a requested drawing that isn't his usual style before heading to Nomo Deck and Elena's room. She should be back there by now; they'll have plenty of time to talk about things.]
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Elena opens her mouth to argue, so ready to jump on him for how he's evading her questions— again. They're going in circles. It's always about going in circles, and Elena is so tired of it. So very tired. ]
What future? [ Resignation breaks in her words. She gives a half gesture to the book in his hand. ] You have your journal. You have what's so important to you in your hand. Keep your secrets.
Keep your secrets, Nate, and just...
[ The breath she tries to draw in feels heavy, clogs her throat. She can't do this. She's so fucking tired of the secrets. ]
Just go.
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What?
[He doesn't want the journal, he wants it to have stayed where it was—locked away out of sight and out of mind—and for them to stay on the track they'd been on. He wants them to not have fought. He wants Elena to have never gotten the journal in the first place.]
Come on, that's not fair. It's different this time. I'm not after Drake or anything he left behind!
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[ Instinctively her left arm begins to lift so she can rub at her brow; it only gets half way before the pain flickers fresh across her features, body tensing visibly. She drops it on a heavy sigh, frustrated at this stupid handicap, at the fight they're having, frustrated with him. Frustrated with everything and wishing that she'd never gotten the journal in the first place, actually wishing they hadn't gotten close again.
It seemed like a pattern, a terrible one. They make up, they break up. They make up, he makes his promises, she believes him and loves him that much that she's willing to look past his faults. ]
It's always about the treasure with you. You say it's different but it's not. If it was so different, we wouldn't be here right now arguing— we're getting nowhere, and we're just going in circles. And I'm tired, okay. I'm so—
[ Elena cuts herself off before she can start swearing. I'm so fucking tired. And the weariness is beginning to really show, mixed with the discomfort she's in, as she finally looks over to him again. She's wordlessly pleading with him, the broken look in her face that she's managing to keep at bay. ]
Take the journal, take the ring, take it all. Because, if you can't talk to me then what is the point? I can't do this anymore.
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You don't mean that.
[She wore her ring after months of fighting and estrangement, after he left her. Now there's one fight and that's it?]
I can talk to you—I am talking to you, you just don't want to hear what I'm saying.
[He could say more. This was written by my dead mother. This is a picture of my dead brother.
No, he can't.]
There is no treasure. There's no Drake. You're seeing things that aren't there.
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Why?
[ Her hands come up, right one gesturing between the two of them. One more time, one last try. ]
Don't turn this around, this isn't about me, it's about you. If you're done with Drake, done with all of it, then why hold on to this journal?
[ Why go to all the trouble of getting so upset if it means nothing? ]
Is this...about the photograph?
[ It's a one last shot in the dark; she's grasping at straws right now. And with the way he had been quick to grab that picture... Was that the sentimental attachment he was referring to? ]
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And he doesn't deny that this is very much about the photograph. Nate doesn't confirm it, either; he just looks at her and tries not to let everything he's feeling show, but a broken heart can't be completely masked.]
Elena, please...I can't—
[He sucks in a breath, squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. It's been twelve years. This shouldn't be so hard.]
Please let it go.
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That in itself bothered her more than this whole stupid argument about some damn journal and a picture. Of which he has yet to confirm or deny.
Elena says nothing, she's fallen quiet, watching him from where she stands, never once moving. She wants answers— needs them. However the way he tightly squeezes his eyes shut, how he fights to not let everything show...
She knows him.
This is bigger than she knows or could possibly understand. It only now dawns that she'll only know when he's ready and not before, now that she's got a teeny bit of her emotions under control enough to think for a second. ]
Nate...
[ His name is sighed out, quiet and tired. She won't push it. She won't. Not when he's pleading. ]
Come here.
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Maybe he should have more faith in her. Because when he opens his eyes and looks at her again, not sure he'd heard her correctly, she's really there and she's not pushing him away. She just looks tired and sad.
He doesn't want that. But it's at least a little better than rage and rejection.
Nate has no idea what to say, so he doesn't say anything, just takes a few steps closer, unsure where to go from here.]
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I said it before, when we got here. [ Hesitating after she speaks, she reaches out to brush his forearm, a fleeting touch of skin on skin. ] Whenever you're ready.
I just...
[ Elena lets her head drop, looking down between them, word trailing. She's said all she needs to say. ]
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But this isn't him trying to figure himself out. He knows why this has rocked him, why she still has fears, groundless or not. He should be able to ease them, or better yet, kept from giving them to her in the first place.]
I'm sorry.
[His hand follows hers as it withdraws, fingers skimming lightly to rest above her elbow. Not even that day on the beach had things felt so fragile between them, liable to break at the slightest wrong touch. And this time Nate isn't sure they could put the pieces back together.]
I...
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[ Elena feels like they're back in Yemen again, unsteady around one another, so unsure, walking on eggshells. All she can think is 'I know'. It's all she can say. Only this time she doesn't know. She's not so sure anymore of what she knows and what she doesn't.
Again she sighs. One more step forward and she leans in, eye closing as she rests her forehead against his chest. It was either she went to lay in bed, curl up, bury her face into a pillow, or she just let herself lean on him. Even after everything.
How many steps back has this put them? Nothing worth while is ever easy, and it's something she's learned to live by— there's always going to be obstacles that come between them, that test them. ]
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They must have been kidding themselves to think that they were well down the road to recovery. Right now it seems like they barely reached the on-ramp. It's been too easy, too simple to fall into the romance and ignore everything that went wrong. It's no surprise that he can't talk about what's in the journal, really—how could he, when they can't even talk about what happened between them?
Nate lets out his breath in a sigh that comes out almost like a sob and holds her tighter, tucking her head under his chin and pressing his face against her hair. He can't lose her. He lived thirty years of his life before he ever met Elena Fisher and now he can't imagine what he would be without her.
He just doesn't know where they go from here.]