We’ve been so busy trying to repay the owners of
this hostel for allowing us to stay and having Curtis recover from the
operation that we haven’t had much time to write about what’s been going on. Most
of it’s been ‘going on’ around Curtis, and it’s sent him right back into that
half-comatose state that makes me want to hit him.
He was put on lockdown for bed rest, and I was
picking up the slack wherever I could. Avoiding Ivory like the plague, because
I’m still not 100% sure on how the Mark spreads, and if she has it I’m not
going to be blamed for it. I flat-out fucking refuse. So I was taking care of
Windmill, practically rebuilding some rooms of this place, taking care of
Curtis, then I’d sleep. That was going on for about five days straight.
Then a few nights ago, I woke up after another
Blair-nightmare, and at the foot of my bed there was this dark, stained cloth
all folded up.
I unfolded it, and inside was a pile of ash.
I’m not stupid, I knew full fucking well they were
Blair’s freaking ashes. One of Blair’s bloody shirts.
I grabbed it, ran to Curtis’s room, and he had a
bundle just like it, on his chest, and his face was bleeding like something had
raked claws down his cheeks. He’d been awake, when the Hound came, and it had
mauled his face. Like Blair’s.
He was just frozen, there…staring blankly at me,
when I was calling in the doctor and patching him up best I could. After that,
I decided, no more of this separate room bullshit. He’s trusted me enough in
the past, knowing what kind of taint I have inside me, and he’s never treated
me any differently. And I can control myself around him.
Today, I went out and got us these cheap lockets –
maybe it’s stupid, or cheesy, but I don’t care. I won’t let some stupid goddamn
mutt get the better of us, and I don’t feel right if Blair’s not with me. I’m
pretty sure Curtis was the same.
I filled the lockets up with the ash, sealed them
shut (welding them might have been carrying it a little far, considering it’s
cheap metal, but it’s not like I torched them exactly. I was careful) and put one on me, one on Curtis. He still hasn’t
spoken a word for two days, but I can tell he’s going to keep it. He’s just
lying back right now with his hand around the locked part…
Maybe it’s the Vision still fucking with my head, or
maybe it’s because nothing too horrible has happened since the Red Cap removal
surgery, but… I feel like something worse is on its way, and I just want us to
be strong enough to handle it. Blair makes us stronger.
Now that sounds delicious, though those petty mind games are useless, I find it amusing how you get slowly destroyed from the inside.
ReplyDeleteDestruction is such an art, it can be revealed in any shape or form, that is why it's the ultimate theory. Getting off track aren't I?
So you put Xir ash into your lockets, to keep Xir close to you? Wow you are one sick cookie! I'm impressed, really am, hope you survive longer than dear ol' Blair did ;).
- Kelevra.