( semi-open ) though it may hurt today

[gradenine]

WHO: Roland (gradenine) & some of you guys
WHAT: July catchall + event
WHERE: Vaults, then some formalwear shop (get in losers we're going shopping)
WHEN: The rest of July
WARNINGS: Major Ruina and Leviathan spoilers in the first prompt. Death, murder, the usual Project Moon warnings apply, probably. Please refer to his opt-out for more info.




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[blattella]

[It is what it is on this bitch of an Earth. They're stuck together, and he's. He's really not sure how he feels still, about Roland, but it's not hate, not disgust. Just unease, and that's not enough to make him abandon the guy at such a low moment, is it?

So stupid breathing exercises it is, letting his ears stop ringing in turn, right up until Roland lays it all out on the line.]



...Scheiß.

[What else do you say? 'I'm sorry'? That's not fucking helpful right now, and Roland's probably heard enough of that anyway.

Time to sit back on his haunches and simply pull out two cigarettes.] This place is awful, dragging that out for you to relive. Here. [Take the fucking smoke or he'll have to smoke it himself. He'll do it. He'll smoke two at once. Don't push him.]

...Makes sense you were married. You seem like the sort who'd want to settle down one day.

[gradenine]

[ he... takes the smoke, but he doesn't make the motion of lighting it up. just holding something else that isn't just the gloves is helping a bit.

that remark, though. it takes roland out that he raises a brow in spite of his disheveled appearance. ]

The hell does that mean... I don't really need jokes right now, Greg. No one in the city is fit for marriage.

[ and yet he went and did it anyway. he snivels. ]

I wasn't with her when it happened. [ "No matter what happens, don’t blame yourself for all of it. You know it won’t be your fault." ] I'll always regret that.

[blattella]

No one's fit for it, but we still all fall in love and want it. Shut up.

[TELL HIM HE'S WRONG, BITCH. SHUT UP. DREAMS ARE ALLOWED!!!

But

man, yeah. He almost says something like 'what, so you could die together?', but....Well, yeah. He knows he'd want that, if it were him.]

You mind if I ask what killed her? [Because that's the interesting thing, in the City. How one dies, not that one died at all. And this is all so much better than having to share his own agony, though. Not like they're getting out until that happens. Suck shit, future Gregor!]

[gradenine]

Don't act like you know how it feels like to fall for someone...

[ has he??? is gregor been holding a candle for someone this entire time? that kind of gossip would be a nice distraction from roland's thankfully nonlethal breakdown, but alas.

he stops sniveling when gregor asks for specifics, though. there's that urge to tell him what truly killed her, but it's not like he was lying in the first place... still, it's oh so personal, and roland hates it when things get too personal. nobody in this vault would survive if he actually gets a meltdown, like in the library -- ]

Told you... It's an Abnormality. Remember the White Nights and Dark Days, and how all sorts of Distortions start cropping up from out of nowhere? It's during that.