Allison Argent (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
theresalwayshope) wrote2015-05-28 11:47 am
theresalwayshope) wrote2015-05-28 11:47 am
33) will i ever hear your voice again? the darkness is like an old friend...
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[When Allison returns to the Barge, she's happier than she's ever been. Paris was a perfect vacation, she's loaded down with new clothes, shoes, food, and souvenirs...and she's spent several days of her week in a luxurious borrowed bed with Isaac wrapped around her like a blanket.
She goes looking for her people, but they don't all show up right away. She waits to check on people as they seem to pop back in clusters, scans the network, and settles in to the task of unpacking, tending her animals...she has plenty to keep her busy.
As the hours wear on, however, she feels a growing sense of...something. She can't put her finger on it, but there's something that's just not right.
She sleeps on it. The trip was fun, but exhausting in a good way. Sliding into a new satin sleep shirt she got at a boutique in Paris, she curls up in bed with Brownie tucked against her back and Duchess curled against her chest.
It's the perfect end to a perfect trip.
In the morning, she walks the ship looking for the pack. Every scent she finds without a problem, every heartbeat, every voice...all but one.
She's not ready for what she finds when she reaches Isaac's cabin.
There's no announcement. No message on the network, no text to those that know and love him.
Mid morning, the only word that anyone gets about Isaac's departure is the soul-shattering howl of a werewolf in mourning.
She's a nonentity on the ship that day. For a while, at least, Allison stays huddled in the corner of Isaac's abandoned cabin, sobbing openly. Later, if no one's found her there, she will flee down to Zero, where she can be found tucked into the furthest corner of the farmost cell with the door standing open. She'll no longer be weeping openly, but as she stares at the nearest wall, tears continue to spill silently from her eyes as she tries to make the open wound in her chest start healing.
Duke is gone, and she's coped. Zane is gone, and she had Duchess to hold onto, to make that loss easier to bear.
Isaac, however, is gone...she can feel that he's gone, and she can't bear it because she let him in so much further than she had before she arrived on the Barge.
Forgetting life with him is so much harder. It hurts that much more to carve him out of herself...to believe in a world without his constant, comforting warmth until she gets her deal and she can go home.
She has to stitch that hole back up and eliminate everything he gave to her here...because it's the only way she's going to be able to keep going without him.]
[When Allison returns to the Barge, she's happier than she's ever been. Paris was a perfect vacation, she's loaded down with new clothes, shoes, food, and souvenirs...and she's spent several days of her week in a luxurious borrowed bed with Isaac wrapped around her like a blanket.
She goes looking for her people, but they don't all show up right away. She waits to check on people as they seem to pop back in clusters, scans the network, and settles in to the task of unpacking, tending her animals...she has plenty to keep her busy.
As the hours wear on, however, she feels a growing sense of...something. She can't put her finger on it, but there's something that's just not right.
She sleeps on it. The trip was fun, but exhausting in a good way. Sliding into a new satin sleep shirt she got at a boutique in Paris, she curls up in bed with Brownie tucked against her back and Duchess curled against her chest.
It's the perfect end to a perfect trip.
In the morning, she walks the ship looking for the pack. Every scent she finds without a problem, every heartbeat, every voice...all but one.
She's not ready for what she finds when she reaches Isaac's cabin.
There's no announcement. No message on the network, no text to those that know and love him.
Mid morning, the only word that anyone gets about Isaac's departure is the soul-shattering howl of a werewolf in mourning.
She's a nonentity on the ship that day. For a while, at least, Allison stays huddled in the corner of Isaac's abandoned cabin, sobbing openly. Later, if no one's found her there, she will flee down to Zero, where she can be found tucked into the furthest corner of the farmost cell with the door standing open. She'll no longer be weeping openly, but as she stares at the nearest wall, tears continue to spill silently from her eyes as she tries to make the open wound in her chest start healing.
Duke is gone, and she's coped. Zane is gone, and she had Duchess to hold onto, to make that loss easier to bear.
Isaac, however, is gone...she can feel that he's gone, and she can't bear it because she let him in so much further than she had before she arrived on the Barge.
Forgetting life with him is so much harder. It hurts that much more to carve him out of herself...to believe in a world without his constant, comforting warmth until she gets her deal and she can go home.
She has to stitch that hole back up and eliminate everything he gave to her here...because it's the only way she's going to be able to keep going without him.]
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[Her voice is hollow and still heavy with the promise of tears...tears that continue to spill silently from her eyes because she can't stop them. Drawing her knees to her chest, she wraps her arms around them and stares into the middle distance.]
He's not really gone for you...for Lydia, for Stiles, for Kira. For you...you can go see him. You can be with him.
[Not Allison. She can't go to him, can't be with him...because if she goes home, to her own world, she's dead.
Until she changes her deal and graduates Tig...she can't ever go home.]
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I know.
[And suddenly he feels guilty about it. It's stupid, he knows, but - his deal has been for Gwen since Peter first got ripped back home and returned with the same hollow look on his face that Scott knows he wandered around with after Allison's death. But Mason graduated, and she was able to leave, so - so--
That doesn't matter. Maybe he and Clementine are closer to understanding each other, but they're not there yet.]
He could still come back. Sometimes people don't have a choice in leaving.
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[Zane, she wasn't even sure. She has Duchess to remember him by, though, so that's something. And she has Duke's nasty old coat, and several of Isaac's cardigans and shirts...
They're all she has left of the family she's made here.
She stops to brush the trails of tears uselessly aside again, but more spill over.]
Isaac wouldn't have left without saying goodbye. Not without saying something. I know he didn't have a choice--it still hurts. It won't stop hurting, Scot, I-I can't--
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[His arm squeezes around her more tightly. What else can he do but be here while she cries? He already misses Isaac, who was the first - well, one of the first to believe in him. Why should any of them have trusted him? Scott presses a kiss against the side of her head, and tries not to let his throat close.]
It really sucks.
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[She shuts her eyes and leans into the chaste kiss in spite of herself before the urge to be near him overwhelms her again and she tucks herself neatly against his side, resting her head on his shoulder. It's odd, how little awkwardness there is in cuddling up to him this way...it feels so familiar, but so different. It's animal comfort and safety, kinship without any of the old, painful feelings that used to leave her heart raw and aching.
There's one little spot--there always will be--but the wolf has quieted to whimpers and the occasional flare of loneliness that makes her eyes tear even more. It's what she needs.]
It's different this time. I wasn't ready, I-I had time last time, to prepare, to get used to being away from you guys when I came here.
I didn't get a chance to get ready for this. It's not fair.
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Things have changed, and they've both grown up, but Scott still hasn't forgotten. Just like he won't forget the way Isaac was Allison's anchor. They were happy, and he wouldn't ever take that away from them. So he holds her, and it's not weird because he cares about her, and he cares about Isaac, and he misses the both of them being happy.]
It's not. Allison - you'll see him soon.
[He turns to look at her, to catch her eyes and make sure she knows how serious he is, how sincere.]
You're going to go home soon. [Maybe not tomorrow....definitely not tomorrow, but he knows none of them will leave her here. Not even if the Admiral decides to send them home. He won't leave her.]