Queen Glimmer (
sparklequeen) wrote in
faderift2022-09-12 10:05 am
Entry tags:
In between two fires; closed
WHO: Glimmer and Abby
WHAT: Glimmer checks on Abby after hearing about her fight with Ellie.
WHEN: After this thread
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Discussion of violence and torture, grief.
WHAT: Glimmer checks on Abby after hearing about her fight with Ellie.
WHEN: After this thread
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Discussion of violence and torture, grief.
After her conversation with Ellie, Glimmer had had one thing on her mind--checking in on Abby. It felt strange, like she was standing on a bridge that was slowly and surely crumbling and she had to choose one side or the other to run to. She couldn't run though, because doing that would make the bridge crumble all the faster. The first place that Glimmer thinks to check is Abby's room. There's a soft knock on the door and then she calls out.
"Abby? Are you in there? It's Glimmer." Part of her is scared that Abby might simply hate her by association after this. It's a stupid anxiety to have. Abby had stopped the fight, Ellie had said it herself. It wasn't like Glimmer had been there or participated. All the same, she can't help but feel nervous.

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"I think she knows she fucked up. Like--she fucked up a long time ago, but I think she gets it. And that doesn't mean... like. You have to accept if she says she's sorry or have to like her or anything." Glimmer is quiet again for along moment. She wishes Bow were here. Bow seemed to know what to say and how to say it, how to help people when they were struggling. Glimmer always feels clumsy. She can barely manage her own feelings and here she is trying to help her friends.
"No matter what happens, though... I'm gonna be here to help out."
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At least it didn't stop before they got away, even though that final altercation with Ellie is something she wishes she didn't now know about either.
Speaking of. She sighs, "I know. I don't want to talk about her." There isn't any room for her to exist alongside everything else that's happened. Ellie needs to go away, and stay away. For how long, Abby doesn't know. She is playing this by ear, and if she ruins whatever her and Ellie were working toward in the process? Too bad. She can't bring herself to care about it. "But thanks. Really."
Lest Glimmer think she is shutting her out too. She needs her people more than ever. She says, voice dropping low, "It's not good, Glimmer." Is she sure she wants to hear?
for some reason i thought this thread was done but i came back to read it and oops
"It didn't sound good," Glimmer agrees. "And... if you don't want to talk about it you don't have to go into the details. I... I mean, I've seen bad stuff. It's not like..." There's a pause and the words simply don't seem to exist in her mouth. Or in her head.
"I don't know. I just--it's not good, but sometimes being the only person holding onto not good stuff wears you down more than talking about it, I guess?"
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"We were looking for the Fireflies," she says, starting before she can think twice about it, "And it took months to get a lead that didn't take us right to a dead end. I actually talked to a guy over a radio who knew my dad's name." Glimmer will understand the significance of that, all the hope and promise of community, and a safe place to go to. People to rejoin that might remember her. Abby's expression shutters. "But it was a trap. Or- bad timing, I don't know, but they were waiting for us when we tried to leave. Not the Fireflies, a group of slavers that ran the whole fucking area."
She irons her palms over her knees once. Twice, three times, nervous motions. It's still so fresh, close to the surface. Voice buckling, she blurts out, "If I knew we were in their territory I wouldn't have- I never would have put him in danger like that."
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"It sounds like you never would have put him in danger if you could help it. Ever." But the world Abby and Ellie come from is one so fraught with danger that it can't be helped at times.
"You having bad timing doesn't make it your fault. It sounds like you did everything you could," she murmurs.
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"Every single adult in his life did him wrong." His mom. His own fucking mom, the elders in his tribe, that creep who wanted to take him for a wife, every single person who set about to kill him for running.
She sucks down a breath but it won't go in enough, shoots out twice as fast no matter how hard she heaves in, "I wanted to help him, I wanted to- find some place he could feel safe, for once, and I fucked it up!"
He trusted her, and she got in his life, and screwed him over.
Just like Mel said she would.