In between two fires; closed

[sparklequeen]

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.

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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[armd]

Luckily for Glimmer, Abby has been spending more time in her room than usual. Hiding has never worked for her in the past; there has to be something that she can sink her teeth into. She needs to stop wasting her time up here, hip to bedframe, the dog dozing between her legs as she reads. Going to the library every so often counts as an activity, right. Hey, maybe she'll read every book in the goddamn library.

The knock on her door dislodges Wagner. He sits up, ears pricked.

The sound of Glimmer's voice is unexpected, and gives Abby an instant cramp in her gut. Fuck. So when she impressed upon Ellie that they weren't going to tell anybody what happened, she should have stressed that really did mean anybody–

But she would have told Loki, if he were here.

"Gimme a sec-" She has to hook her fingers into the dog's collar before it opens, just to keep Glimmer from being jumped on and licked within an inch of her life. ... Kinda feels like Wags is compensating for the parts of Abby's personality that are missing, especially as of late.

Awkwardly, while holding the dog down on his haunches: "Hi." One eye is still bruised from the fight and fading slowly, going yellow-green at the edges.