WHO: Mine and yours WHAT: Catch-all WHEN: ~Harvestmere WHERE: Various NOTES: Closed starters (for now); if you're after something or someone, hit me up and I'll craft you something bespoke!
Clarisse doesn't answer immediately. She's thinking—it's hard to sum a person up in just a few sentences and she wants to do a good job of it. Of course now that she's been asked the question, it feels impossible to cover everything.
What the hell. She'll do her best anyway.
"Funny," she says after a minute, "but in a dorky way. And thoughtful. She used to buy me chocolates sometimes just because, or plan something we could do for fun and surprise me. And she was smart, you know? She liked to read about history and art and space. She liked to know things about people and when she talked about them you could tell she really saw them and paid attention to them. She used to tell me stories about living in Jackson or being on the road with Joel, and she'd ask me things about my mom or what it was like at camp. And we'd just talk for ages."
She scuffs the wood boards under them with the heel of one boot. "She was... softer when no one else was around. Is that what you thought I'd say?" She really has no idea what Abby used to assume they talked about or did back when Clarisse would spend half the time with Ellie. Or if she spent time thinking about it at all.
Abby nods, feeling oddly soothed by this explanation — she already knew this about Ellie, all of it. Had to hear her puns come through over the crystal, listened to her explain the ways the night skies in Thedas were completely different to the ones on Earth. And Ellie was the one who looked after Wags while she was dead in another time, the one they left behind. She would have done it again if it had happened again.
Maybe Ellie wasn't so unknowable to her after all.
This all feels weird and complicated. That same sadness she talked to Gwen about still sits in her, tangled up tight with anger and regret. It's unfair that this happened when it did and it's childish to want to call it unfair so she can't. The whole thing is out of her control; maybe that's why Abby hates it so much.
"Yeah," she says. "I guess." She has no idea what kind of face she's making right now but she understands that this moment is finite and tender, that anything could break it open. She presses her fingers into her jaw and finds the point where everything draws tight. Talking helps. It always has.
Maybe to somebody else those words would sound weird coming from Abby, but to Clarisse it makes sense, and she nods.
Even with their fucked up history, it must have been comforting to have somebody else who came from the same place, who understood what life was like there and who didn't need to have anything explained to them about it. And though the reason for it might be awful, the two of them were connected. Irrevocably. The strings of their destinies overlapping and tied up together.
For that to just... end, with no closure, with no warning, has got to be impossibly hard. Ellie disappearing was devastating for Clarisse, but in some ways she thinks Abby must be even more fucked up by it. It's not just loss of the future for her, it's loss of the past, too.
"I know you do." She swallows. "I wish I'd gotten to see you guys be friends."
"Yeah," Abby says, and laughs because it hurts and she doesn't know how to deal with that. "I bet." Clarisse was stuck in the middle of them the entire time, it must suck to have so nearly made it to them being friends, only to have it taken away. Her eyes feel sort of hot and prickly. Abby pauses, pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek until the heat recedes somewhat.
She says carefully, "It would have been so weird."
Right? For them to be friends? How couldn't it have been weird?
"Maybe," Clarisse agrees, because yeah. Of course it would be weird, at first. Even for her, it had been weird seeing Abby and Ellie in the same room, after Granitefell. But she figures every day would have been a little less strange, and eventually it all would have seemed normal. Just another day in the Gallows.
"It's not like you two are all that different, though." Not that that's the only thing you base a friendship on, but it can't hurt. "You're both into... nerd shit."
It makes her laugh a little, some of that awful sadness breaking up as she does it.
Abby wrinkles her nose. It's not the first time that this has been said about them — Abby's thought it herself more than once — but it still makes her instinctively bristle. Old habits are hard to break. "It's not the same nerd shit," she argues half-heartedly, already grinning despite herself (and in response to Clarisse's little huff of laughter). "But you're right."
It would have been weird. But it would have been good, too. Both can be right.
"You're the kind of person nerds like hanging out with. Ever consider that?"
No, it's not the same nerd shit, and Clarisse is glad for that. It'd be so weird otherwise. And she has to admit that Abby is less vocal about her coin collection and thing for romance novels. She's never started monologuing about them to Clarisse like Ellie sometimes did about constellations or dinosaurs.
But just as Clarisse found Ellie's excitement charming, she finds Abby's quieter enjoyment of her hobbies equally so. Dork.
"Yeah," she says, "it's because they want my coolness to rub off on them."
She's never thought of herself as cool or even uncool, she just — is. And whatever she is, Clarisse seems to like that, so it doesn't especially matter. Abby likes this anyway, the way they poke at each other and tease, this is exactly what she wants talking with Clarisse to be like.
This is what she doesn't want to lose. So it's good that they talked.
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What the hell. She'll do her best anyway.
"Funny," she says after a minute, "but in a dorky way. And thoughtful. She used to buy me chocolates sometimes just because, or plan something we could do for fun and surprise me. And she was smart, you know? She liked to read about history and art and space. She liked to know things about people and when she talked about them you could tell she really saw them and paid attention to them. She used to tell me stories about living in Jackson or being on the road with Joel, and she'd ask me things about my mom or what it was like at camp. And we'd just talk for ages."
She scuffs the wood boards under them with the heel of one boot. "She was... softer when no one else was around. Is that what you thought I'd say?" She really has no idea what Abby used to assume they talked about or did back when Clarisse would spend half the time with Ellie. Or if she spent time thinking about it at all.
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Maybe Ellie wasn't so unknowable to her after all.
This all feels weird and complicated. That same sadness she talked to Gwen about still sits in her, tangled up tight with anger and regret. It's unfair that this happened when it did and it's childish to want to call it unfair so she can't. The whole thing is out of her control; maybe that's why Abby hates it so much.
"Yeah," she says. "I guess." She has no idea what kind of face she's making right now but she understands that this moment is finite and tender, that anything could break it open. She presses her fingers into her jaw and finds the point where everything draws tight. Talking helps. It always has.
"I miss her."
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Even with their fucked up history, it must have been comforting to have somebody else who came from the same place, who understood what life was like there and who didn't need to have anything explained to them about it. And though the reason for it might be awful, the two of them were connected. Irrevocably. The strings of their destinies overlapping and tied up together.
For that to just... end, with no closure, with no warning, has got to be impossibly hard. Ellie disappearing was devastating for Clarisse, but in some ways she thinks Abby must be even more fucked up by it. It's not just loss of the future for her, it's loss of the past, too.
"I know you do." She swallows. "I wish I'd gotten to see you guys be friends."
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She says carefully, "It would have been so weird."
Right? For them to be friends? How couldn't it have been weird?
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"It's not like you two are all that different, though." Not that that's the only thing you base a friendship on, but it can't hurt. "You're both into... nerd shit."
It makes her laugh a little, some of that awful sadness breaking up as she does it.
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It would have been weird. But it would have been good, too. Both can be right.
"You're the kind of person nerds like hanging out with. Ever consider that?"
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But just as Clarisse found Ellie's excitement charming, she finds Abby's quieter enjoyment of her hobbies equally so. Dork.
"Yeah," she says, "it's because they want my coolness to rub off on them."
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She's never thought of herself as cool or even uncool, she just — is. And whatever she is, Clarisse seems to like that, so it doesn't especially matter. Abby likes this anyway, the way they poke at each other and tease, this is exactly what she wants talking with Clarisse to be like.
This is what she doesn't want to lose. So it's good that they talked.