I hope you do not take offense that I am 'checking in' with you; I understand that drawing attention to oneself in this climate can be very nerve wracking.
No offense at all. Thank you, actually. That's really sweet. It's nice to get a message from someone who isn't asking for a favor, or a teenager on the verge of a complete meltdown.
How are you faring? Given the circumstances, at least.
[ Out in the open like this, it's impossible not to have seen the way she's been inspecting the pieces hanging from the trees, and not too difficult to put two and two together once he's seen a cluster of Yellowjackets crowd around a body.
So, in spite of everything, softened a little by some recent insights and seeing an opportunity - ]
[ It comes as the accusations continues to fly, as Misty fights her corner, strives to make herself the point, take the attention and use it to defang the rest. There's a chance she won't see this until afterward, but Stephen isn't sure that matters, so he sends it anyway. ]
I know what you all had to do to survive.
It is all of us who need to survive now, and Natalie is proof that protecting one will not save the rest. I need you to come to the table.
[ It makes her freeze, in a moment between arguments. It's been twenty-five years and she's never once spoken it aloud, and still, she knows exactly what he means. Memories were shared against peoples' will. Of course someone knows about more than just Mari's hair. ]
Doctor.
I can handle any accusation against me. I'm an adult, and I'm already a monster to half of you. But the world doesn't need to know what they've done. We were all children, but they still are.
[ melissa hasn't even been able to process half the shit she heard in the accusations because of the shauna of it all, but now that the votes are closed and it's a done deal, here she goes: ]
( Dean keeps his distance. He went from talking to her an awful lot in round one to being the afterthought. It solidifies that he was the trap. That Misty lied to him about being a necromancer, that that's been confirmed now. She shifts her focus when it's her girls on the line. Ren was poisoned.
He doesn't want anyone to die. Has seen worse. But, he doesn't know Shauna. And if she was a wolf, then she was killed for it.
He's been there. He has people. He's lost em, too. He's lied for them. And lied to them.
He doesn't approach just yet. Just lets her sob.
Eventually, wherever she's settled, or wherever she's trying to get her bearings, he finally does. But let's her say what she wants, first. He's not heartless. )
[ Misty likes Dean. He was clear about his priorities, and tried everything he could to find out what happened to his friend. She still lied. She still had to, because she knew that this is exactly what would happen if Shauna got sent to the cages. Is she sorry that she lied to borrow another week for one of the only people who will ever really know her, and the only one of the girls to understand the woman she became?
No. Not even a little bit. Not for Dean, and not for anyone.
When he approaches her, it's on the grass behind her hut, knees pulled up to her chest and muttering to herself between wracking sobs. It's always gonna be your fucking fault, you should have done more, what the hell is wrong with you - wild and spiteful, until Dean's crunch through the dead leaves alerts her. She springs to her feet, eyes furious. ]
What do you want?
[ It sounds feral, like a large cat about to pounce. ]
[ She isn't going to want to talk to him again, understandably, and either she was lying or she wasn't, so this bears saying anyway. He provides it as information rather than a conversation starter. ]
( it's late at night, some few days after arriving back at the manor. in fact, it's late enough to be early enough for morning people to start waking up for the day. natalie never came home — she still isn't in her room. )
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