Howl 09 // Audio [Backdated to this morning]

[wolvesxeyes]

[Sarea had no intention of broadcasting anything today, but somehow her comms turned itself on; like everyone else, her shadow is being a pain, and it's making her panic all over again.]

He's dead, you know; dead dead dead! Dead and left his mate and unborn pup allll alooooone! Now ain't that sad, wolfy? Ain't it?

Shut up, I know all this! I don't have to be reminded!

Ah, but you do, dear wolf, cause you've been havin' to much fun on board this ship! Y'ain't thinkin about it, ain't think about how-

SHUT UP! I do think about it, I've been hiding out because of it! Just stop!

Taylor's dead, Sarea, and he ain't comin back, and it's alllllll YOUR fault! Alllll the little wolf's fault cause she can't protect herself from the big, bad breeders!

S-stop it, I didn't... Taylor didn't-

He protected ya from the rapist, wolfy, and he died doin it! Aren'tcha proud, y'little coward? Big strong brother Taylor died saving yer ass and then y'wanted to run away so that Logan would, ah, what'd you say? 'Leave your pack alone?' Y'know that ain't true, wolfy, he'll just kill them and then come after you!

S-SHUT UP!
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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

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Rea?

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[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

y-yeah?

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

You...

Y'need anything?

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[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

I... I d-don't know.

[Stop crying stop crying STOPPIT.]

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[God she hates this ship.]

You in your room?

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[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't trust herself not to break down anymore so text it is.]

yes

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Give me a minute

[she has to sneak out of the infirmary a little early >>]

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[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

K

[Not like she's going anywhere.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[There's a soft thump at Sarea's door a few minutes later. Mikaela had to kick it, both hands are not so functional atm.]

this icon doesn't even look like her ffff

[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

[Wolf takes a few moments to open the door, and even when she does she's standing behind it, TRYING and FAILING to compose herself a bit before Mikaela see's her. She can't even speak without her voice cracking, for frigs sake.]

its cute XD

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Mikaela's just as much of a wreck what with both arms in bandages and her right one in a sling, and she's making a valiant effort to ignore her shadow.]

Rea?

[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

H-he-Mikaela!

[As soon as she's within view of the other girl Sarea's own issues go poof. As everyone who knows her knows, her friends come before herself, ALWAYS.]

W-what the hell happened?!

[She's still kind of studdery, but sjkgsduifd Mikaela's HURT WTF HAPPENED.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Mikaela's not really worried about her own issues, and assuch Sarea doesn't get an answer. Instead she just gets a hug with Mikaela's better hand.]

[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

[Sarea freezes for a moment, startled. Then her eyes start watering, and she hesitantly returns the hug, trying not to hurt her friend further. God, it's been a while since she's actually let GO.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Mikaela feels a little like bursting into tears, too. It's been a horrible, horrible day.]

Y'okay?

[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

No.

[And it feels good to actually ADMIT it.]

Shadow brought up a... lota shit I've been thinking about, keepin' bottled up.

[Deeeeeep breath Sarea, just say it.]

Thanksgiving was my brothers birthday; that's why I dressed up. He's dead.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

S-same here. [Mikeala's has finally fallen silent.

For now, anyway.]

. . .

[Mikaela blinks at Rea for a moment, then throws her arms back around her friend, dragging the poor girl in close.]

Jesus, Rea - I'm so sorry...

[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

I-it's my fault!

[Wolf's clinging to her friend now, shaking; she can't hold it in anymore, the guilt that's been eating at her since Taylor's death.]

H-he died... p-protecting me! H-he shouldn't have, i-it's my fault...!

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Hey, hey...

[She smooths her friend's hair, wincing as she listens.]

That's...that kind of thing you can't balme yourself for, Rea...I mean, he wanted to keep you safe, protect you, right?

[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

He s-shouldn't have had to!

[She's sniffling, angry at herself, even now.]

I should've b-been able to protect myself.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Hey. Hey.

[She gives Sarea a little shake, despite injured arms.]

Stop that, okay? Stop. Not even strong ass girls like you can protect ourselves from everything, you hear me? D'you think he'd want you to keep blaming yourself for it?

[wolvesxeyes.livejournal.com]

No. I just...

[Holy woah Mikaela you're pretty strong even when you're injured. Rea blinks, trying to get rid of the remaining tears.]

It's hard; I just feel like it's my fault, even though I know he WOULDN'T want me to blame myself.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[yeah that's what happens when all you do is beat up punchign bags ;.;]

It isn't your fault. It's not. You gotta let that guilt go, Rea.