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  ([personal profile] n_ll) wrote in [community profile] graveyardsmash 2015-03-06 01:42 am (UTC)

[Half a year.

He sits in contemplative silence. Half a year.

Suddenly, everything that has happened between then and now--the Transistor in his head, waking up on the shore looking as if he'd wrestled a pack of stray dogs, and no memory of how he got from point A to point B--seems paltry compared to the fact that she's been here six months without him.

First of all, it seems impossible. Second...he couldn't imagine being without her for six months, especially with what he knows happens in this place.

He breaks the silence as he tries to work through it in his head, trying to piece together whether or not he had simply just...missed something.
]

You had just woken up...I was making breakfast. Went out to get eggs, and when the coop door shut behind me...

[He trails off, and a few seconds later, there's a short, electrical thrum as the Transistor circuits flash. His hands cover the red orb in his forehead, hissing quietly in pain.]

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