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asgardmeridiem2014-12-01 12:25 am
bonnypiperlad) wrote in asgardmeridiem2014-12-01 12:25 am
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Easier Not To Say [open]
Who: Jamie and anyone
What: Keeping busy to avoid thinking - and talking - about things that have happened.
When: Day 548
Where: Anywhere in the city, except the Who houses
Rating: PG-13 to be on the safe side
Warnings: Talk of death, possibly other things, will update if needed.
Waking up in the castle after the battle to take down Thiazi wasn't really a surprise. He knew it was coming, thanks to what had happened to him during the fighting, but it wasn't something that he particularly wanted to think about. Or talk about, for that matter, especially with the people who he was closest to normally. Like Clara. He'd seen how the deaths here had affected her, her own deaths included, and finding out about what had happened to him wasn't something he wanted to burden her with, not with how broken her spirit had already become. And he didn't want to tell the Doctor, either. He knew that the Doctor - Eleven especially - would feel like it was his fault he didn't protect Jamie. Never mind the fact that Jamie hadn't seen the Doctor at all after the runes were placed, and even if he'd been there, there'd been nothing he could've done about the wound from the black sword that he'd taken. It was better he didn't know about it at all.
It was harder than he thought to be around them, though. Pretending that everything was alright when...it wasn't. Not really. He was so very tired of the war, and the fighting, and feeling like there was nothing he could do. Nothing he said to Clara made a difference, nothing he tried to do helped, and as the days passed he found himself spending more and more time away from home even when not doing his training with the military, sleeping in the stables or Thor's welcome hall, or wherever he could find where he could be by himself. Anything to avoid going back to the house to sleep, avoid spending his nights staring up at the ceiling and his days trying to act like everything was normal. Easier, really, to go to the areas of the city he didn't normally go to and try to repair any damage there, to lose himself in the work and not think about anything at all, really. He didn't think that anyone would notice, much. He'd already been busy with his military duties before, and it wasn't as though he was able to spend a lot of time doing other things. Even at the gathering Freyr had put together hadn't been one he'd stayed at long - although, admittedly, that was because he hadn't felt much like celebrating and left early as a result. But more than likely everyone else was busy, too. Maybe they wouldn't even realize that he wasn't around as much now, and he wouldn't have to worry anyone.
It was better this way...or so he kept telling himself.
What: Keeping busy to avoid thinking - and talking - about things that have happened.
When: Day 548
Where: Anywhere in the city, except the Who houses
Rating: PG-13 to be on the safe side
Warnings: Talk of death, possibly other things, will update if needed.
Waking up in the castle after the battle to take down Thiazi wasn't really a surprise. He knew it was coming, thanks to what had happened to him during the fighting, but it wasn't something that he particularly wanted to think about. Or talk about, for that matter, especially with the people who he was closest to normally. Like Clara. He'd seen how the deaths here had affected her, her own deaths included, and finding out about what had happened to him wasn't something he wanted to burden her with, not with how broken her spirit had already become. And he didn't want to tell the Doctor, either. He knew that the Doctor - Eleven especially - would feel like it was his fault he didn't protect Jamie. Never mind the fact that Jamie hadn't seen the Doctor at all after the runes were placed, and even if he'd been there, there'd been nothing he could've done about the wound from the black sword that he'd taken. It was better he didn't know about it at all.
It was harder than he thought to be around them, though. Pretending that everything was alright when...it wasn't. Not really. He was so very tired of the war, and the fighting, and feeling like there was nothing he could do. Nothing he said to Clara made a difference, nothing he tried to do helped, and as the days passed he found himself spending more and more time away from home even when not doing his training with the military, sleeping in the stables or Thor's welcome hall, or wherever he could find where he could be by himself. Anything to avoid going back to the house to sleep, avoid spending his nights staring up at the ceiling and his days trying to act like everything was normal. Easier, really, to go to the areas of the city he didn't normally go to and try to repair any damage there, to lose himself in the work and not think about anything at all, really. He didn't think that anyone would notice, much. He'd already been busy with his military duties before, and it wasn't as though he was able to spend a lot of time doing other things. Even at the gathering Freyr had put together hadn't been one he'd stayed at long - although, admittedly, that was because he hadn't felt much like celebrating and left early as a result. But more than likely everyone else was busy, too. Maybe they wouldn't even realize that he wasn't around as much now, and he wouldn't have to worry anyone.
It was better this way...or so he kept telling himself.
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"I can't stop what this place is doing to me, can't change what it's done. And you can't either. It's horrible, but all we can do is react to what happens and hope we keep hanging on."
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It tore at his heart sometimes, knowing he couldn't stop what was happening to her. If there was only some way he could stop it, fix things for her somehow...but he couldn't, and he knew that as well. But there was a point there as well, and a faintly pained expression crossed his face as she spoke.
"You're right, though. I-I should tell ye the rest of it. About...what happened to me afterwards. Even if I think that- well, never mind. It's not right, my keeping it from ye."