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Susan Delgado ([personal profile] girl_at_the_window) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2021-08-25 06:33 pm

[closed] secrets don't want to be kept

Who: Susan and Eddie
Where: The dungeons.
When: Backdated to August 8, after this thread.
What: Missed connections coming to light
Warnings: TBD

[It's not Eddie's fault. Obviously it's not Eddie's fault that he didn't tell her. She didn't tell him, either. Neither of them knew there was aught to tell, and by all right and reason, Susan knows she's got no right to be in a mood over it.]

[And yet, there it is. All this time she's been wondering if Roland had even lived through the day she died, and if he'd just mentioned who his dinh was...]

[She doesn't linger long after parting ways (somewhat reluctantly) with Roland. By the late afternoon, she's storming down into the dungeons, visibly agitated, her colour high and her whole body taut with nervous energy. She doesn't wait to see whether Eddie notices her arrival, either - she bangs the flat of her hand on the bars of his cell to make damned sure she has his attention, whatever he was doing.]


Eddie! We need to talk!
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[personal profile] opioid 2021-09-01 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Holy shit.

[ Fourteen. Pardon his fucking French, but Eddie can barely even imagine what Roland would have looked like as a fourteen-year-old, never mind conceptualise the fact that Susan had known him then. He gapes at her for a moment, frowning as he turns it over in his mind, but he has to put it all aside before he can really spend any time digging into that – reedy, he has to imagine, tall and slim but well-built, straight-backed and serious – there are tears spilling over, and Eddie squeezes an arm between the bars so he can reach for her.

His hand lands a little awkwardly on her upper arm. He's wanted to get out from behind these bars ever since he was first locked up in here, but it's never felt like a keener, more desperate need. There's very little he hates more than watching someone upset and knowing there's very little or nothing he can do about it. ]


He's... old. [ Eddie doesn't want to badmouth Roland behind his back; badmouthing him to his face is fine, but not here, not now. It'd be a cowardly thing to do. But there's a difference between talking shit and warning, he thinks. ] Older than he looks. And sometimes I hate him. But only sometimes.

[ There's a lot more he'd say if he had the luxury. Maybe he'll tell her later. ] He did talk about you. I mean, not really. He said your name, back when I first met him. We were both sick, I don't think either of us was really awake. I thought I was gonna fuckin' die right there on the beach and I think he was thinking the same goddamn thing, but he was mumbling to himself a lot. I don't remember a lot of what he said but I remember your name.
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[personal profile] opioid 2021-09-02 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Eddie can't help laughing. It's stupid, really, a little bit crazy, to laugh at a time like this. Every time he almost forgets where he is, every time something in his brain turns loose and he forgets that he's locked up against his will, he has the same feeling – he's getting too comfortable, too settled. If he doesn't get out soon he's probably gonna end up with Stockholm Syndrome for these fucking bars. ]

Ka-ka, more like.

[ He wants to ask her more. He doesn't even know what, really, it just seems suddenly imperative that he ask, but the way she'd trailed off makes him hold his tongue. He supposes he'll just have to ask Roland, when the time's right. ]

Must be weird as all fuckin' get-out, though, seeing him like he is now. You holding up okay?