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sirenspull_logs2012-03-12 07:15 pm
beenwaitinglong) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-03-12 07:15 pm
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Turning round and round, falling down and rising up
Who: Diego and Maya
When: Backdated to last Thursday
Where: Casa del Coffee
Summary: Diego's in an odd mood and decides to --gasp-- talk about his feelings with Maya. Somebody call the papers!
Warnings: 80% chance of angst with scattered showers
[It's another one of those nights when Diego comes home a little later from work than usual. He never offers much of an explanation for it, though there's never much of a need to worry-- but today he comes in quietly, looking somber.
He greets Mir with a mild pat on the head, then drops his briefcase and coat in their usual places. Heading to his room, he doesn't say a word to announce he's home, just sits on his bed and starts untying his tie and shrugging off his vest.
Somehow, sessions with Seward leave him feeling heavier than ever.
He knows it's what he needs to be doing right now, knows that it's better for him in the long run. But god, how can anyone stand to wash up all the dredges of their most painful memories the way he has to every week? Seward manages to lead him in fairly casually, so he doesn't get his usual chance to filter out things that will hurt the way he does in conversation. Before he knows it, he's knee-deep in his own darkness again and it takes hours, if not days to snap out of it.
Tonight they talked about Mia. Talked about when he acted as her mentor, those bright days back before his life collapsed around him. He couldn't say much further than that, quite simply because he didn't know. He knew nothing but what he'd read about Mia and what she'd done while he was comatose-- and he'd gotten angry when Seward tried to push that far.
It was the furthest he'd ever gone. But now, how long was it going to take to be swallowed back down where he wanted to keep it?
He hears Maya shuffling around elsewhere in the apartment, but he still doesn't call to her.]
When: Backdated to last Thursday
Where: Casa del Coffee
Summary: Diego's in an odd mood and decides to --gasp-- talk about his feelings with Maya. Somebody call the papers!
Warnings: 80% chance of angst with scattered showers
[It's another one of those nights when Diego comes home a little later from work than usual. He never offers much of an explanation for it, though there's never much of a need to worry-- but today he comes in quietly, looking somber.
He greets Mir with a mild pat on the head, then drops his briefcase and coat in their usual places. Heading to his room, he doesn't say a word to announce he's home, just sits on his bed and starts untying his tie and shrugging off his vest.
Somehow, sessions with Seward leave him feeling heavier than ever.
He knows it's what he needs to be doing right now, knows that it's better for him in the long run. But god, how can anyone stand to wash up all the dredges of their most painful memories the way he has to every week? Seward manages to lead him in fairly casually, so he doesn't get his usual chance to filter out things that will hurt the way he does in conversation. Before he knows it, he's knee-deep in his own darkness again and it takes hours, if not days to snap out of it.
Tonight they talked about Mia. Talked about when he acted as her mentor, those bright days back before his life collapsed around him. He couldn't say much further than that, quite simply because he didn't know. He knew nothing but what he'd read about Mia and what she'd done while he was comatose-- and he'd gotten angry when Seward tried to push that far.
It was the furthest he'd ever gone. But now, how long was it going to take to be swallowed back down where he wanted to keep it?
He hears Maya shuffling around elsewhere in the apartment, but he still doesn't call to her.]
OKAY FOR REAL
And plus... she didn't have anyone else after yuo.
no subject
Hearing that she did makes him feel almost weak inside.]
So she did talk about me. And she didn't...
[Well, now. There was a vital piece of information.]
She didn't have anyone else?