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[nadine_he_loves]

Who: Nadine, Julie, Lloyd
When: Beginning of February
What: Working through family stuff
Where: Nott



[Things have been tense and awkward since the Dimming, Nadine trying to give Julie her space and avoiding Lloyd more often than not - at least during the day, it's hard to avoid someone when you're currently sharing sleeping arrangements with them. It's been a difficult month, to say the least. And much, much too long.

And Nadine owes apologies to both of her companions - though one is far more pressing than the other. But she doesn't lock the door of the room she's been sharing with Lloyd, as she's been prone to do when she gets home from work - just to give herself a couple of hours to deal with her feelings as best as she can. He's been as helpful as he can be, and she's grateful for that, if she's been awful at expressing it lately. He deserves better. So she leaves the door unlocked and reads through a book on local medicinal herbs, hoping to get a chance to talk to him.

At some point, late in the evening, she makes her way to Julie's door. She has no intentions of trying to justify herself or excuse herself, but Julie deserves an apology. Even if the other woman doesn't forgive her, Nadine didn't do right by her and that needs an apology. She knocks as she announces herself, preparing to be turned away but hoping otherwise.]

Julie? Can we talk? Or at least...can I talk to you? I just want to apologize.

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[princessvegas]

[ It's all she can do to duck her head, hide her face against her knees, arms wrapped tight around her shin. She wants to sob, to scream that Nadine doesn't understand, doesn't understand even a little fucking bit. Nadine got to spend nearly her whole goddamn life knowing that at least she was special, even when those around her didn't see it. That she meant something.

Flagg was the first person to ever tell Julie she was special, and it was a dirty fucking lie. It would have all been worth it, worth the darkness on her soul, if only it was true, but instead, she did it all and died for absolutely nothing.

For the first time since she woke up from the dead, she truly wishes she hadn't.

Much of what Nadine actually says doesn't really register -- Julie's whole frame quivers a little where she sits, draws unsteady breaths in an effort to will herself into stoicism. What does another chance matter? She's still nothing but the dumb fucking hayseed who thought she could be someone important when she's just... nothing at all.

Her voice is muffled into her kneecaps, her chemise. She can feel the tendrils of her magic trying to lash out, strike at nothing, and there's a noticeable strain in her tone while she tries to counter it. ]

I guess at least you can hang out with Geralt's wolf.

[nadine_he_loves]

[Nadine doesn't know what's going through Julie's head, but she thinks she has a good idea. She approaches the bed, not making any move to touch the younger woman but offering a closer presence.]

If you want to be alone, I can leave you alone. If you want silent company, I can do that too. But I just want to say one thing...you have a lot of people who care about you, Julie. Really care about you. Not because of what you might be able to do for them, but just because you're you.

[That feels like something that might be important to Julie. She's painted a general picture of her childhood and prior life, and it didn't exactly seem filled with people who cared about her.

Nadine understands that, at least.]

[princessvegas]

[ Julie's shoulders shudder and she doesn't answer Nadine. It really doesn't matter whether she's here or not, not unless she cares a lot about the potential to get rained on or possibly set just a little bit on fire. Like, just a singe to the hem of her skirt, nothing big.

She wants to howl, to wail and bawl, but that's not something she can do here, can't allow her body to actually let go like that. She can dissolve in the Horizon, but she's far too distraught to get there right now, so instead, she just silently weeps into against her legs.

If asked, she wouldn't even be able to pinpoint which part of it all hurts this much. It's all just one big swirl of agony at the moment. ]