Julie Grigio (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
redwinekindofgirl) wrote2017-10-17 07:58 pm
redwinekindofgirl) wrote2017-10-17 07:58 pm
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[There's so much he wants to tell her. That he holds nothing against her being angry with him. That he's frightened too. That he has no idea what to do. But his voice only allows him a weak murmur]
M'sorry, Julie. I'm sorry.
[He is. For so many things. For putting Julie in danger. And Hayden. And Margaery. For not being able to help anybody. Not able to protect Michael or Harlan. Not much help to Seel at the bunker now that his sight is gone. He can only be the bearer of bad news, having had to tell Kyna that her best friend had been killed.
And then selfishly he has put Julie in danger again by asking her to come here out of his own selfishness.
James had been right about him after all. "Delmar you have no idea what you are talking about." "You should know better after everything you've been through in your life" "You are nothing but a lousy queer"]
M'sorry, Julie. I'm sorry.
[He is. For so many things. For putting Julie in danger. And Hayden. And Margaery. For not being able to help anybody. Not able to protect Michael or Harlan. Not much help to Seel at the bunker now that his sight is gone. He can only be the bearer of bad news, having had to tell Kyna that her best friend had been killed.
And then selfishly he has put Julie in danger again by asking her to come here out of his own selfishness.
James had been right about him after all. "Delmar you have no idea what you are talking about." "You should know better after everything you've been through in your life" "You are nothing but a lousy queer"]
It's okay. [It's not okay, but she can let it be okay, for now. Her hold on him loosens but doesn't drop, and she turns her head to rest it against his shoulder instead. She moves one arm to take his hand in hers, squeezing his fingers again.
Her next breath leaves her slowly, and she lets her eyes close for a moment.]
It's okay, Delmar. Honestly.
Her next breath leaves her slowly, and she lets her eyes close for a moment.]
It's okay, Delmar. Honestly.
[Delmar holds onto her hand like a lifeline]
I've never been something anybody was afraid of losing before [His breaths are coming a bit more steadily now, though his cheeks are still damp, tears now coming in silent dribbling from the corners of his eyes.] I'm still not very good at it at all.
[He leans his head over to the side where it can rest lightly atop hers]
I've never been something anybody was afraid of losing before [His breaths are coming a bit more steadily now, though his cheeks are still damp, tears now coming in silent dribbling from the corners of his eyes.] I'm still not very good at it at all.
[He leans his head over to the side where it can rest lightly atop hers]
You're just going to have to get used to it. [Julie retorts with a soft, breathless laugh. She shifts to look at him, then plants a quick kiss against his cheek.]
I've spent my whole life losing people. I'm not going to lose you, too.
I've spent my whole life losing people. I'm not going to lose you, too.
[Despite everything, Delmar still flushes a deep pink when she kisses his cheek. These small everyday affections between friends he's been starved of his whole life so each time his hand is taken or someone sits beside him without hesitation it feels like a monumental occurrence. So a hug or a kiss to the cheek seem like small cherished miracles.]
No you are not.
[He gives her hand a squeeze]
And I don't want to ever lose you either.
No you are not.
[He gives her hand a squeeze]
And I don't want to ever lose you either.
[ R's fine motor control has never been the best, having a permanent case of corpse fingers will do that to a guy. So when the sandstorm rises while Julie is out of the apartment he fumbles for his phone to call her. Unfortunately corpse fingers strike again and he accidentally texts her first. ]
resgtswt
[ Dammit. It takes a bit more fumbling before he actually calls her. Letters might be beyond him but he can at least recognize which symbol he needs to press for voice. ]
Where are you? The storm... it's bad.
resgtswt
[ Dammit. It takes a bit more fumbling before he actually calls her. Letters might be beyond him but he can at least recognize which symbol he needs to press for voice. ]
Where are you? The storm... it's bad.
Edited 2018-01-16 22:42 (UTC)
[At first, she has no idea why he's trying to use the text function. The last time she checked, R couldn't read or write, and her first instinct is to think he must be in some kind of trouble if that's all he can manage to do.
But then, the familiar voice, and the initial pangs of worry ease away.
She glances around the room she's in before she answers, huffing out a sigh that's half irritation and half relief to hear from him.]
I'm alright, R. I'm in a store front. I'm not by myself.
But then, the familiar voice, and the initial pangs of worry ease away.
She glances around the room she's in before she answers, huffing out a sigh that's half irritation and half relief to hear from him.]
I'm alright, R. I'm in a store front. I'm not by myself.
They're cute, what more do you want from them.
[ If his heart could beat R wondered what the relief flooding him would make it do. Would it beat faster at the sound at the voice or calm knowing that she was safe? He doesn't know, all those memories of what his heart would have done sealed away by the virus that had taken everything from him. With the phone in hand, he heads for the door without a second thought. ]
Where?
[ If he was alive R might be more sensible about launching a misguided rescue mission. He doesn't even grab a coat or something to protect his fragile flesh from the sand, just steps out of their apartment. ]
I'll... find you.
Where?
[ If he was alive R might be more sensible about launching a misguided rescue mission. He doesn't even grab a coat or something to protect his fragile flesh from the sand, just steps out of their apartment. ]
I'll... find you.
In the city, near the--
[Wait, what did he just say?]
Don't go outside, R, are you nuts?
[Is he already outside? It's hard to tell apart the rushing sound of wind around the building she's in from any similar noise that might be coming from the phone.]
Are you listening!?
[Wait, what did he just say?]
Don't go outside, R, are you nuts?
[Is he already outside? It's hard to tell apart the rushing sound of wind around the building she's in from any similar noise that might be coming from the phone.]
Are you listening!?
I promised... keep you safe.
[ So, no. He's not really listening as he closes the door to their apartment behind him carefully. Just like he would close the jet when he left. After all, it is home. How bad could it be?
The answer is pretty fucking bad. ]
I'll be okay.
[ Like a little weather can kill the dead? Maybe not kill but even as Julie yells at him on the phone he opens the door to the outside, immediately losing his grip as the wind rips the handle out of his hand. Okay, maybe not great he can do this. He can get to her.
Too bad the storm has other plans. The wind grows louder and then she might hear the sound of something about the size of a grown ass zombie getting knocked off his feet.
Oops? ]
[ So, no. He's not really listening as he closes the door to their apartment behind him carefully. Just like he would close the jet when he left. After all, it is home. How bad could it be?
The answer is pretty fucking bad. ]
I'll be okay.
[ Like a little weather can kill the dead? Maybe not kill but even as Julie yells at him on the phone he opens the door to the outside, immediately losing his grip as the wind rips the handle out of his hand. Okay, maybe not great he can do this. He can get to her.
Too bad the storm has other plans. The wind grows louder and then she might hear the sound of something about the size of a grown ass zombie getting knocked off his feet.
Oops? ]
[Dammit, R!]
Get back inside, right now!
[She has no idea if he can even hear her now, and she feels just that little bit sorry for the woman currently sharing her space now she's shouting down the phone at somebody.]
I'm fine, I'll come back when the storm is over!
Get back inside, right now!
[She has no idea if he can even hear her now, and she feels just that little bit sorry for the woman currently sharing her space now she's shouting down the phone at somebody.]
I'm fine, I'll come back when the storm is over!
[ It's probably for the best that R can't feel pain. He lays there for a moment trying to assess whether or this damage is the sort of thing he can live with. So to speak. Limbs aren't broken, thankfully. He's seen the breakdown of the dead whose limbs fail them.
Clumsily he grabs blindly for the phone and forces himself to his feet to get back inside before something worse happens. The sound of wind dies down to quiet background as the door closes behind him and then R finally puts the phone to his ear again. ]
I'm okay. [ Sort of. ]
Clumsily he grabs blindly for the phone and forces himself to his feet to get back inside before something worse happens. The sound of wind dies down to quiet background as the door closes behind him and then R finally puts the phone to his ear again. ]
I'm okay. [ Sort of. ]
[While he's silent, she keeps yelling. She'll apologise to Alana later for how noisy she's being while she tries to get R's attention, worried sick that he might be flat out on the ground in this storm getting sanded down without even being able to feel it.
She hears movement, first, then his voice, and she makes a sound that's half aggravation and half relief.]
Don't do that again. Are you listening?
She hears movement, first, then his voice, and she makes a sound that's half aggravation and half relief.]
Don't do that again. Are you listening?
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