The Roof, Friday evening

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Other people's cognitive dissonance aside, Dinah was finding the latest weirdness totally amusing. Much better than fighting demons or being a vampire. She still had stuff to think over from both those interludes, but at least today was being a good distraction.

Right now she was practicing her air-walking on the roof again, though, and actually doing pretty well at it.

[ooc: totally open, especially to those cognitively dissonant today.]

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[glacial_queen]

"Actually," Karla said, glaring a bit. "It just feels pretty damn lonely."

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda was not one of those who lashed out when she didn't know what to do or say (which happened more and more these days). She retreated. She dimly remembered that she'd been strong once. But little by little, circumstances and drugs had broken her.

In that glare she saw Mooner, and Wiseguy, and even herself. And she didn't know what to do, or say. She herself had been lonely after the fire. She and Wiseguy started to drift apart long before they'd broken up. She'd been lonely till she came here. And made new, close friends.

And now the pattern was repeating itself. And she didn't know what to do. So she retreated. The retreat wasn't physical. To any outside observer she resembled a statue.

[glacial_queen]

But Karla could feel the withdrawal. It was like a slap in the face, like a woman drawing a skirt away from something disgusting on the floor.

"Like you're doing right now," she said with a quiet intensity.

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Though the disgusting thing wasn't Karla. It was herself.

"What? What am I doing? I fucked up Karla. I know. I don't have any excuses to give you." The rest was said mentally because it was not for anyone else up here to hear. In the part of her that still hoped this could be fixed, she hoped Karla realized it was an act of trust. I killed my other self. Castle Pup burned down because I let it happen. Was drinking the nightmares away the right thing to do? Maybe not, but that damage was done a long time ago. I tried to quit and I couldn't. I'm a murderer, a junkie, and I'm sorry. Her resolve, and her mental voice broke at that last, and even her elven mask began to slip. She swallowed hard and turned to leave.

[glacial_queen]

Karla grabbed at Leda, intending to jerk her back around and hug her. "I've left my people behind to be raped, enslaved, and murdered. I murdered the other Eleanor because I was so angry because she killed you. Do you honestly think I don't know about guilt and hurt and rage?"

Her words were harsh but her embrace was gentle. *If drinking away those nightmares has made a slave out of you, then, yes, it's bad. But no mistake is ireeversible until you're dead. And if you keep up this way, that'll be sooner than you think and if that happens I wil never forgive you.*

[anarchist-queen.livejournal.com]

Leda had to take a moment adjust the shield she'd erected around herself. Enough to keep the general population from seeing in her body language and expression how much she was hurting, but not so much that she was full on Elven Statue.

That was the only reason she hesitated before returning Karla's embrace. But once she did, she held her gratefully and almost desperately.

[glacial_queen]

Karla hugged her back. "I will help you as much as I can, but you have to let me," she whispered in Leda's ear. "Because I won't watch you harm yourself. Whether that means helping or just not looking is your choice."

[glacial_queen]

Karla hugged her back. "I will help you as much as I can, but you have to let me," she whispered in Leda's ear. "Because I won't watch you harm yourself. Whether that means helping or just not looking is your choice."