polariity: (scuffle II Well yeah in hindsight)
The Psiioniic ([personal profile] polariity) wrote in [community profile] thebastion2015-03-09 12:16 am

Day 288

Who: The Helmsman and you
Open: Open
When: Day 288
Where: By the entrance to the Skyway
What: The Helmsman ventures out and comes back with some shinies he's heard so much about.
Format: Any
Warnings: The usual difficulties that come with chatting it up with him

Regardless of the tension that's flared up because of recent discussions, it seems as though the Helmsman's schedule hasn't changed particularly greatly. Today, just like every other day, he ventures outwards from the Tower. Unlike every other day, however, he doesn't venture off onto Dragonfield or wander about the Bastion or lay face down on the grass. Instead, when he shows up again, it's from the direction of the Skyway and a bruise blossoming on one side of his face.

And then he lays down on the grass where anyone could step on him.

At least it's not just laying, this time. Sparks of red and blue lift up tiny little shards for him to inspect curiously. For anyone in the area, he's not hard to miss.
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (I'm a hopeless wanderer)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-27 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
Disciple pulls her hand away just a little. Close enough that he could press into it if he wished. At least with this subject she feels more on solid ground.

"You were never good with people doing that. When people did things for you when we were with him, you know? If you like them, let them do it. Be your friend. It's okay to let people get close Psii."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (And hold me fast)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-28 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
She rubs her thumb over his scalp, thinking as she reads that floating statement. Oh Psiionic... She's starting to wonder if he'll ever feel secure in this world with her. He can't want this to be fake.

"Hallucinations are the best friends. Not that they are hallucinations. They're people. Weird people to you probably since they're treating you like one of them, huh? People being nice to you doesn't make them hallucinations."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (They write epic verse about)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-28 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
She shooshes him, softly, stroking his hair a little. It still hurts, deep down, that he might not believe in her realness and every step is a struggle.

"Real people can be friends, that's right. They're definitely real too. After all that's happened, you sort of know that, right? Deep down."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (I'm a hopeless wanderer)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-28 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Panic rises up, making her throat stick closed and for a long moment its all she can do to pat his hair. It's almost papping but a touch too frantic. No, calm. She can help him deal with reality, really she can. Again and again, until he can look at her without a shadow of a doubt about what he sees.

"It's okay. It's real, I'm real, this is real. And it's okay. Shhhoosh. "
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (I'm a hopeless wanderer)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-30 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. Oh she should have expected this, this sort of reaction, but she didn't. Her arms wrap around him tight; it's all she can think to do. He's clinging to her clothing and that sound. Her arms wrap tighter, like she can hold him together through sheer force of will.

"Shooosh. Shhh, it's..." Her voice trails off and she can't just repeat the same platitudes.

"I know it's hard. To accept. I know it was so hard to deal with your mind making things up to keep you sane, dreaming of us, of rescue, of hope. And I know it's seemed like a long ridiculous dream... And I know I'm not all of them and I'm not the best at this and--Shhh."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (And the world has no need of the songs)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-30 05:27 am (UTC)(link)
Disciple strokes his hair, his back, his arms, anything she can reach without having to move her arms too far. Her grip does loosen, when she hears the way he sounds, the way it doesn't feel like he's breathing right.

"In and out, okay? Breathe in. Breathe out."

Somehow they always end up with the worst of his moments out in the open air. It'd be worrying if she cared about people seeing.
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (And hold me fast)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-30 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Step by step. She'll take it. He may be crying and he may sound like the worst four wheeled transportation vehicle in existence but he's breathing. Things could be so much worse. She strokes along his back in time with his breaths, one long stroke for ever two breaths. One arm is still wrapped tight around him but the other tries to soothe.

"If you need to talk, I can--listen? Not listen, read, you know--you know what I meant."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (We tried so hard to live in the truth)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-30 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
She has her cheek pressed against his hair when she notices. Fuck. She swallows a laugh, bitter, before pressing her face back to his hair. It was quite the descriptor for this.

"I agree. Sounds about right. I'm pretty sure I said that word a lot in my head when we found you."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (I will share your road)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-04-30 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She squeezes the arm wrapped around his waist, shaking her head. He doesn't need to apologize.

"You like that? I'd rather have seen it than...I was glad I was there. If she'd brought you back alone--I don't know if she could have honestly. But I would have felt terrible. I was glad to be there, even if it was awful to see what you'd been trapped in."

And guilt still sits heavy in her stomach at how she hesitated at the water surrounding him, how she told him to shut up when he quipped about the lucky three. Even if she'd shoved down all her horrible feelings of betrayal at being almost mocked as a hallucination, she still felt the guilt over it.
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (I will call you by name)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-05-01 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Shhh you're here, you're alive. That was more than I ever hoped for, more than I deserved for..."

She goes silent, pressing her face against his hair again. She left him, she left them, she ran, she ran like a coward, like a fool, and she can't repay him for not hating her. She could never, not in a thousand sweeps.
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (I'll be your shelter)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-05-02 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
The Disciple doesn't look up from his hair but she feels the curling in response to her words. Was that such an awful thing to say, to make him react so. She remembers how he adored them, the way he had softened to them, began to worship the ground they walked on, the way they had to bring him back up to their level. To him, it probably was awful. Untrue. She curls around him in response.

"I left you. To that. Him to his. Her to hers. I ran. I never deserved the chance to see you again, to see you still cared about me."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (That you’re better than this)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-05-02 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
She lifts her head enough to read and drags her eyes away. Of course he knew but-- It still bothers her. Deep down.

"I know. I just--I should have done something. Pulled your restraints off, fought...something...Nnn, this is stupid. I didn't want to talk about this sort of thing. I'm just--happy you're really there. That you know I'm really here."
disciplewhomsignlessloves: (I'm a hopeless wanderer)

[personal profile] disciplewhomsignlessloves 2015-05-02 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Having him close helps but his words make her wince a little. Safe is so relative. She was safe but alone and she wonders if he remembers the way it affected her. The quiet blankness of her room when she brought him back with nothing but black and green on the walls.

"I was safe." She promises. Just not the safe he wanted, the safe like they were when they were all together.

"I'm safe right now." She reaches for one of his hands, holds it tight in her own.

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