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isawallflower) wrote2020-11-01 10:20 pm
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... It's okay. I mean - it's n-not - it's not your fault.
[She wraps the bandage carefully around Riley's arm, securing the gauze. With that and the Fog, she should heal up just fine. She glances up again, soft and searching.]
...Yours didn't deserve you, either.
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Thank... Thank you.
[ When the moment lasts too long, her eyes jerk away, to focus instead on her carefully bandaged arm. She's had so few people there, to help her after...well, after anything like this, before Ryslig. Nights fighting away the guilt, alone, because her parents won't come home and she's too scared to reach out to anyone who actually cares.
...She wonders if it was like that for Mukuro and her sister, too. ]
Thank you.
[ Even though sharing that look is too much...she doesn't remove her hand from Mukuro's arm. ]
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...Mm. You're welcome.
[The words feel strange in her mouth; she's so much more used to giving reassurances and minimizing herself. But she doesn't want it to feel like she's just... brushing Riley off, or like she doesn't understand, or anything like that. This is important. As quiet and stilted as they are, as few words as they might use, this is important.]
And - th-thank you, too.
I - mm. I don't - I've never talked - about that.
[Her voice is smaller than it should be, the meek little girl hiding behind the big bad wolf.]
We never really told anyone.
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It's with an incredible amount of care that she squeezes Mukuro's arm. ]
Me neither. [ ... ] It— ...you're not...supposed to.
[ Cairo knows. At least, Riley's pretty sure. Steve overheard some, back when that shambling faรงade of her family turned violent. She danced around it with Giorno, but he figured some out. But she's never volunteered it. Never.
It's...weird. Scary. But almost freeing. ]
I'll, um. If you need to, I'll...listen.
[ It feels a little stupid to offer, while she's bleeding on her apartment floor. But in Ryslig, there's never a good time for anything, so maybe...she should just start doing, more, instead of waiting. ]
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But. She's okay. And Riley is okay. And talking is - it's helped Riley, so it's okay. But - she opens her mouth, then closes it, and shakes her head. No, she can't talk about this anymore, not--]
Not - n-not - right now.
But - th-thank you.
And. Um. If you ever - want to. I'll always listen. Any - any time. You know I w-won't - I won't tell.
[Riley's secrets are safe. Riley is safe. Mukuro wants her to understand that more than anything right now, she thinks. It's more important than whatever pointless instinctual emotions she's having.]
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[ It brings her back to the moment. To this. To the moment, to...what got them here. Riley feels her throat close up again. She looks at the blood on her claws, her own blood, but it's so easy to imagine it's someone else's. So easy to see herself like that.
She shudders involuntarily. ]
...Will...Celeste? [ A question of their previous conversation. ] Will she- I don't- I'm not ready, I can't- let everyone know, I can't.
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I don't... I don't think so.
Celeste isn't - like that. She came to you, instead of - telling us. Right...? She's not - it isn't something she's mad at you for doing.
[Now that there's less immediate panic, she can remember some of what Celeste had been yelling about. It seems a lot more like envy, rather than condemnation. Mukuro understands, as much as she can. She remembers Celeste's wry, bitter smile, when they'd talked in that park by the beach. About how Mukuro had an easier time getting along with people, despite her inadequacies.]
...Celeste is - uh, complicated. But if she was going to tell people... I think she would have.
cw: therapy malpractice mention
[ ...Riley isn't above being bitter, either. She presses her jaw tight together, wills her talons not to dig into the hardwood in frustration. If she lets those feelings up, they'll consume her...right? It's easy to get lost in them, in the things she's feeling. Wasn't...didn't Dr. Danny say something like that...? It's so difficult for her to remember sometimes.
She lets out a slow breath and pushes the anger down. ]
...Okay. If...that's what you think, then- I'll trust you.
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'I'll trust you' makes her tail thump once against the floor, though; one tired pleased acknowledgement. It feels good to have Riley trust her again.]
...It'll be okay.
[She'll do whatever she can to make sure of it.]