faderift | player plot | when my time comes around, pt. 5

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player plot | when my time comes around, pt. 5

WHO: Everyone!
WHAT: Everything's fine and we're going to have feelings about it.
WHEN: August 15 9:49
WHERE: Primarily the Gallows! But potentially anywhere.
NOTES: We made it! You are all free of my tyrannical plot grasp! There is a final OOC post with some notes + space for plotting here.

This is a timeline where, some mild chaos aside, things for the last month have carried on as normal. Riftwatch hasn't lost anyone at all. There were no funerals. The work continued. The late afternoon of August 15 may find people at their desks, in the midst of meetings or debriefs, in the library, in the sparring yard. Or maybe afield, seeing to errands or meetings or missions somewhere else in Thedas. Maybe, if they are particularly unlucky, they are deep in conversation with an ally or embroiled in combat with an enemy agent at the precise moment when the magical connection between two realities closes and the diverging timelines snap together into one existence.

At that moment, everyone forgets what it is they were just doing. Instead they remember what they might have been doing in the world where a third of Riftwatch's number was lost, despite their hands suddenly occupied with the normal business of handling pens or swords or books they don't recall picking up.

For the always-living, it may feel as though they have been magically transported somewhere new mid-thought. For the dead—the formerly dead, the might-have-been dead—it will feel as though they have just woken up. Perhaps they'll have a vague sense of a dream they now can't recall, in between their last conscious moment amid the blood and screams in Granitefell and awakening just now in a quieter world, or perhaps they'll have a sense of nothing at all.

For a few hours, the worse world will be the only one anyone can remember. Over time, memories of the other world—the only one that really exists now—will filter in, competitive with other memories in a way that might require everyone to double or triple check whether they wrote a letter or completed a mission in that timeline or this one. But the memories of death and dying will never fade into anything less real.

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It's something that Clarisse should talk to Abby about before answering, probably. If this were any other time, she wouldn't even know what to say in response.

But if this were any other time, Ellie wouldn't be suggesting it in the first place. And Clarisse can't imagine just... leaving her to go back to her room, in the same way she can't imagine leaving Abby alone while she moves in with Ellie, even if it's only temporary. Not after all this. She feels guilty already for leaving her alone as long as she has.

"Yeah," she says, "yeah, of course. You can stay with us."

"Okay."

The relief in her voice is hushed, but huge. Which is stupid because she didn't doubt that Clarisse would stay with her, so why-?

This awful, irrational fear is not going to leave her, at least for a little while. Reality will have to prove itself all over again.

Ellie leans up enough to press a soft kiss to Clarisse's temple, and then her forehead, lingering there and shutting her eyes.

It doesn't occur to her that Abby would say no. In fact, she's pretty damn sure she'll want the two of them there for this. Ellie and Abby have had a weird fucking relationship for a long time, and it's going to continue to be weird, but it's changed again after losing her.

It's changed again after finding out that Abby knew Clarisse loved Ellie first, and gave her a deadline. And threatened to tell her herself.

At the heart of it, Ellie knows it's not just for Clarisse.

There's obvious relief in Ellie's voice, and it makes Clarisse wonder if she'd been expecting a different answer.

To be fair, even in this, the most fucked up circumstance she can think of, the idea of walking into her bedroom with Ellie while Abby's in there and the three of them just, like, existing together for the first time ever? It makes her fucking nervous. It makes her wonder if she maybe should have said no and done her best to split her time between Ellie and Abby the way she always has before now.

But she's tired. She's been tired of essentially living two different lives and never talking about it. Keeping the act up now, after what just happened? She doesn't think she can.

Ellie kisses her temple, her forehead. Her eyes are shut, and Clarisse just watches her for a minute, and then she reaches up and brushes a fingertip first over one closed eyelid, then the other. Right now she looks fine, but Clarisse can picture what she would've looked like after four weeks of grieving. Her eyes would've looked bruised from lack of sleep. Fingers twisting around each other the way she does when she's upset or anxious. Too thin, not eating. Just existing.

Ellie lived a whole month without Clarisse, but without Abby, too. The split custody thing must seem so fucking ridiculous after that. Pointless, laughable.

"We can go whenever you want. Whenever you're ready."

Ellie leaves her eyes closed, relaxes again at Clarisse's touch.

Her body might not be what it was after weeks of grieving in that other reality, but the ghost of it clings to her still. She's exhausted, even if her body isn't. She's been keeping it together, but fuck, they all need a rest.

"Okay," she says again, and puts one of her knees up, brushing one more kiss against Clarisse's cheek. "We can go. I have-"

She gestures over to the basket on the side table. A loaf of bread sits in it, unbroken, in case they worked their way around to eating tonight. Ellie's still not sure if they will, but hey.

"Should I bring a blanket or anything?"

Clarisse looks over, following Ellie's gesture, and sees the basket with the bread for the first time. She hadn't even registered it when she'd come into the room and climbed onto the bed, too preoccupied with everything else.

It makes her realize that she hasn't thought about eating in hours. Hasn't had any food since breakfast this morning. Her head's so fucked up, she probably would have just kept going until it all caught up with her at once. But Ellie brought her food, Ellie knew she'd be hungry eventually and she grabbed something for her. Clarisse's throat goes tight, and for a second she thinks she might cry.

"I have blankets," she manages after a few moments.

They get up, and Ellie realizes where Clarisse's eyes have stuck, the look on her face.

She reaches out and winds an arm around her waist, pulling her tight to her side. With her other hand she grabs the basket.

"Then... y'know. That's all I need."

Now. Before she loses her nerve.

"Okay."

Clarisse takes a deep, steadying breath. Tells herself it's going to be fine. The worst thing has already happened.

This? This is nothing.

Ellie's arm around her waist is good. The physical contact is something they both need right now, even for what's going to be a two minute trip. Together, the two of them head out the door and make their way to Clarisse's room.

Once they get there, Clarisse unlocks it, but she pauses before she pulls the door open more than just a crack.

"Hey. It's me." A pause. "Ellie's here too."

Okay, now she opens the door, before Abby has a chance to protest.

Edited 2023-09-02 06:10 (UTC)

Its been a really weird evening, with no way of knowing how weird it's actually about to get. Abby has no idea what time it is when Clarisse finally returns to their room. It is dark outside... Her only clue. She hasn't been sleeping (too wound up for that) but reading isn't doing anything for her either, her attention span is shot. Eyes slide right off the page. Reverting to old habits seemed like the right idea: some nice, easy stretches, a couple old yoga routines she still remembers off the top of her head. Anything to feel like this body is still hers, that it's still whole. She's having trouble shaking the feeling of a gaping, wet wound seeping out the back of her head, keeps touching there compulsively, brushing her fingers through her hair and fucking up her braid.

When Clarisse opens the door, Wags does not rush it; the lack of any greeting is noticable. Even Abby is silent until she adds that Ellie is there with her, an admission that heralds a sharp, nauseous relief.

Abby lifts her head from her pillow.

"... Okay."

Door's opening anyway. What Clarisse said wasn't a question.

Abby puts her cheek back down. She's lying on her side, too tired to actually get up like she did the last time Clarisse entered the room. Besides, she's quite comfortable as she is. The dog is curled up in front of her, being spooned, and snoring.

Abby had better be wearing pants.

It's one final, weird thought before the door opens up, and Ellie is too tired to be squirmy about this. The sight of Abby lying on her side in bed, holding Wags, chokes her up unexpectedly.

She tells herself that it's probably gonna be like this for a while. For a lot of people.

Still, remembers trying to bring Wags back to her room with her, when he refused to even move off of Abby's bed. They needed sleep. They'd both needed sleep so badly, and he'd been crying for her, and eventually Ellie had given up and just slept right there with him.

"Glad he's finally getting some rest," she says, before she thinks.

Clarisse takes a seat on the edge of her own bed (smaller than Ellie's, but what can you do?), leaving room next to her for Ellie. She looks across to where Abby's lying with her body curled around Wags'. The dog is breathing deeply and otherwise completely still, not even a paw twitching as he dreams about... whatever the fuck dogs dream about.

She's jealous.

"You just been lying here?" she asks Abby. There's no judgment in her voice. She's been doing it, too, and she's pretty sure she'll be doing more of it in a few minutes. What else is there?

She is determinedly not thinking about how weird this is going to be for her.

She watches Ellie for a moment, quiet. It's a little uncomfortable. She doesn't understand how Ellie has seen her burnt red and three-quarters starved to death, but she can still rankle slightly at being looked at like this, on her side in bed, her palm flat on the dog's belly where she's been rubbing him like a worry stone.

She is wearing pants though, don't worry about that. Not even under the covers. It looks like she collapsed down at some point and never got back up.

To Clarisse, "Yeah." Pretty much. "Can't sleep." It's too quiet... But if she goes outside of this room it's too loud. Too many people. It got overwhelming fast.

She sighs. Wags snuffles. "Were you looking after him?"

Seems like it. She doesn't want to examine what Ellie said too closely, but she will say, "Thanks."

"Yeah, I don't think most people are gonna be sleeping a lot tonight."

Ellie walks over to the nearest flat surface, setting down the basket in her hand, kicks her shoes off. Nods at the thank-you, like it's something that was a given. Same way they have each others' backs in battle.

Ellie's eyes flicker to Clarisse, then back to Abby again. She's going to try.

She turns around, leans back against it, lifts her shoulders.

"So. Sleepover, I guess?"

It sounds fucking weird when she puts it that way, but she might as well commit to it. Embrace it.

"I guess."

She should sit up, huh. Abby stubbornly doesn't want to but she's starting to feel self-conscious; when she pushes herself up to sit with her legs dangling off the edge of the bed the dog squints an eye open, but shuts it again soon after.

Not a big deal. Neither is this, okay? Abby is also trying. And she's realising that Ellie is here because Clarisse didn't want to go without her, but that they're both here because Clarisse didn't want to go without Abby either, and honestly, that really helps.

She looks at her. "Will you relax?"

It's fine.

Clarisse glances around like there's some mysterious other person Abby could be calling out, and then she points to herself, a silent, slightly offended me?

Seriously, is it that obvious? ... Maybe. She tries to loosen her shoulders up and unclench her jaw without making it too clear that she's doing it.

"I'm relaxed." So relaxed. She even kicks her boots off. Casual. This is fine.

Look, Clarisse has wished for a long time that she could somehow hang out with Abby and Ellie at the same time. She just a) didn't want to have to die to make it happen, and b) is discovering that now that her dream is coming true she's not actually sure what they're going to do. Talk about. Whatever.

Elle presses her lips together in an obvious attempt not to laugh, but still makes a faint snorting sound.

She drops her head forward to hide a smile, realizes that they'll probably be all right.

"Are we all gonna get on the floor? Push the beds together? What?"

"No," Abby says, even manages a little smirk, "No, I'm not sharing. You're gonna have to try and fit on... that."

She waves her hand dismissively at Clarisse's bed, which is the same size as her own. A single. Because it's for one person. And sometimes a dog, don't look at her.

This doesn't have to be weird. And she's painfully grateful that she doesn't have to be alone this evening. She'd thrown up a brave front when Clarisse told her she was going to go back to Ellie and stay with her for a bit, obviously she'd want to. But she hadn't been looking forward to an empty room, and whatever nightmares were waiting for her the moment she did find sleep. This is much better.

More sarcasm incoming, obviously she's feeling better. "We gonna talk about our crushes?"

Clarisse looks down at her bed. Okay, yeah, it's only supposed to fit one person, but she and Ellie tend to sleep close, so it won't be that much of a problem, right? She wouldn't have wanted to push the beds together anyway. That would just be weird. And sleeping on the floor? The stone floor? No.

So this is fine. And Abby's obviously feeling better, so that's good. Abby prodding at her seems to have sparked something in herself, too, like a little piece of her is waking up, coming back to life. It's... weirdly grounding.

"Yeah, Abby, good idea. Why don't you tell Ellie all about that blind date you went on a while back," Clarisse suggests, leveling a bland, innocent smile in her direction. Gotcha, bitch.

Ellie's gotten a few chances to see Clarisse and Abby interact, but she's never been able to watch so openly. It's nice, actually. The gentle bullying, giving each other shit. They obviously care about each other.

It's comforting. Thinking that Clarisse has someone else who loves her too, who'll do nearly as much for her as Ellie would. Ellie knows what kind of friend Abby is, how much she cares about her people. It's one of the first things she admired about her.

And actually, she's a little relieved that Abby has someone like Clarisse.

It's a strange but not unwelcome feeling.

So Ellie follows the exchange like a game of ball, a small smile on her face. She knows they're pushing to keep things normal, but the more they do it, the easier it gets.

"Oh really? Who was it?"

Abby groans. "Oh come on—"

That so wasn't a thing! And now it seems like it was. And it's gonna seem even more like it if she's cagey about it. She grimaces at Ellie. Enjoying this? "It wasn't a blind date, I got... Somebody dropped me a letter letting me know I was signed up for some matchmaking thing. Which I did not fucking sign up for.

"I thought it was her trying to make me look stupid, actually."

She is pointing at your girlfriend, Ellie.

"Wasn't me," Clarisse says, in case there's still any lingering doubt.

She leans forward. When Abby didn't bring the weird matchmaking thing up again it'd slipped her mind pretty quick, but now that she's reminded herself of it, she's finding that she's actually interested in hearing how it all turned out. Obviously not with Abby seeing anyone, unless she's the greatest liar ever, buuuut still.

"You went, right? So how'd it go?"

At least Abby doesn't suspect Ellie of messing with her anymore. Although honestly... Abby seems like she'd have a good time on a date or something. If she's even interested in that stuff.

It occurs to her that she doesn't even know if Abby's interested in that stuff.

"My money's on Benedict," Ellie says, wrinkling her nose. She's fond of him, but it seems like something he'd do for sure. It could've been Mobius, but if it were he'd have probably put Ellie in too.

"But yeah. How'd it go?"

Oh, she hadn't considered Benedict... Yeah, that could be it. She's making a mental note to harass him about it later, while Clarisse leans forward on the bed to question her. Abby frowns. She feels a little hot around the collar. "Yeah, I went." Because Clarisse had made the point that somebody might be trying to ask her out in a really unconventional way and she got curious, had wondered... In hindsight, why the fuck would anybody try to ask her out like that? It was so embarrassing. She is embarrassing.

Clearing her throat. "Don't get too excited. Strange showed up. He thought somebody had sent him the letter because they wanted to try kill him."

Super romantic.

Clarisse actually laughs, for the first time all day. She sounds genuinely delighted.

"Dude," is all she says. "That guy's old."

Ellie, for her part, shrugs her shoulders and lifts her eyebrows.

"Not that old."

She might be choosing chaos on purpose.

"It's not like I wanted him to show up," is definitely the wrong thing to say to these two vultures, but it slips out of her by mistake.

Edited (why am i being coy) 2023-09-04 05:33 (UTC)

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