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How do you bear it?

Curnen had never heard Peggy Goins sound so tired and broken in her life. Miss Peggy had always been vivacious and cheerful, but she was taking the murder of her husband on top of all the other recent mayhem in the Tufa community about as well as could be expected. Which was to say, not at all. Tragic love stories were not new to their people, but the murder of a loved one… well. Curnen was the last to face that, which was why she supposed the now widowed Mrs. Goins was calling her. She couldn’t remember much if anything of the conversation, but that question had stuck with her.

How do you bear it?

It had banged around in her dreams by night, and by morning the barriers that Curnen had consciously or unconsciously put between herself and her past were in splinters and everything in her that wasn’t nailed down was shaking loose--her father and her mother and her husband and her birth and her curse. She tried to go about her day. She tried to put it all away again where it was supposed to be, but there was too much, too much too fast.

How do you bear it?

Her legs gave out in the middle of the sidewalk and she fell to her knees screaming. Not crying. Screaming. Screaming fit to tear her throat raw. Her hands tangled in her hair and tore at it almost hard enough to rip it out by the fistful, and yet the pain of this did nothing to soothe the storm inside. If anything, it seemed all the more determined to make itself known, the air temperature around her dropping sharply into freezing cold.

And she screamed. And screamed. And screamed.

Date: 2017-02-11 07:48 pm (UTC)
sunsongs: (chloe bowed her head)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
The anguished screams had Coby running before the fear of what he might find could register. Who? First Vanessa. Then Anael. It made no logical reason that in a city the size of London, the person on the other end of the screams would be someone he knew, but in his mind, he was sure it was a friend.

Fuck him to hell for being right. Oh god, Curnen.

Coby dropped to his knees beside her, not feeling the cold as he wrapped his arms around her. He growled a very American, "Fuck off," to some asshole passing by as they tut-tutted the display of raw emotion. Then ignoring everything else, he held Curnen almost rocking, and began to hum under his breath, nothing familiar, a tune just starting to come together in his head.

Date: 2017-02-14 08:31 pm (UTC)
sunsongs: (ballad of denim boy and grey girl)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
At the sudden lapful of Curnen, Coby had to adjust, eventually full on sitting on the pavement – and screw anybody who had a problem with it, his friend was falling apart – curled around and over her smaller form as he held her tight. Her stroked her long, now-tangled hair gently, rocking in time with the quiet melody that faded to nothing before he murmured, "I'm here. I've got you. Just let it out."

What was wrong and how he could help could wait until she'd cried herself out, for the moment at least.

Date: 2017-02-14 08:51 pm (UTC)
sunsongs: (ballad of denim boy and grey girl)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
Sometimes exhaustion was the only thing that could stop the flood. It had been awhile, before he'd come to London, since Coby had shattered quite so completely, and he barely remembered except what people told him later. It was enough to recognize the difference between having nothing left and feeling better.

He kept up the gentle touches, making no move to let go. "Come on. My place isn't far," he told her softly. Get her some food, something to drink, or just a safe place to rest and someone who cared until she felt more herself.

Date: 2017-02-14 09:08 pm (UTC)
sunsongs: (radio in my head)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
Coby helped her up and continued to take some of her weight once she was on her feet, support both physical and emotional. Hell, as tiny as she was, he could carry her if she needed it. The temptation to fly was there too, but Coby couldn't ignore the levels to what a bad idea that would be right now. Arm around Curnen at his side, Coby started leading them back to the church apartment.

Date: 2017-02-15 05:52 am (UTC)
sunsongs: (chloe bowed her head)
From: [personal profile] sunsongs
They drew a few more stares, but Curnen was too out of it to notice and Coby had his priorities straight. It wasn't long until they got to the church, and at that point, he did pick her up. He'd maneuvered plenty of wasted friends up flights of stairs to know it could be a bitch – to be fair, friends had done the same for him as often – and carrying her tucked against his chest was just easier.

"We'll get you some water. And something stronger if you want it," he told her, mostly just for the sound of his voice. He wasn't sure how much she was really hearing right then. "Then whatever you need I can give you."

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Date: 2017-02-13 03:59 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
Fin had been in a nearby cafe, lunching with someone his management team had stressed he ought to impress- So he was almost grateful for the sudden screams that drew his dining companion to the window, and away from his personal space- Right until the moment his magic urged him to do the same.

Curnen was terribly easy to pick out of a crowd. Small and spritely looking- Even now while crumpled on the pavement.

"Shit," the fae said softly, pushing past the crowd and deserting his companion to get out the door and onto the street. Kneeling beside her, Fin gently caught her by the shoulders.

"Curnen? Curnen, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice low and calming.

Date: 2017-02-13 04:30 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (turn away)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"Shh, it's alright. It's alright," Fin soothed, pulling her closer and ignoring the passers by who were watching them.

His hand moved over her back in small circles, and he kept her near as he spoke softly in her ear.

"Whatever it is, it'll be alright. I promise."

Date: 2017-02-13 05:16 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (fair and frail)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
Fin said nothing now, he simply held her and offered comfort.

Date: 2017-02-13 06:57 am (UTC)
finlay_flynn: (tilted right)
From: [personal profile] finlay_flynn
"Come on, up you get," he said, trying to help her to her feet. "Let's get out of the street, hmm?"

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Date: 2017-02-14 10:59 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] pixiesweat
Manuel was nearby and had come over to investigate the screaming. He hadn't expected it to be coming from Curnen. After getting over his initial surprise, he walked over and stood awkwardly a short distance away from her, worried but unsure what to do.

"...Curnen?" he asked, in a quiet voice, once there was enough of a break in her screaming for him to be heard.

Date: 2017-02-14 10:23 pm (UTC)
pixiesweat: (Default)
From: [personal profile] pixiesweat

He hesitated a moment then came closer, crouching down next to her.

"Curnen?" he said again, louder.

Date: 2017-02-23 07:27 am (UTC)
pixiesweat: (Default)
From: [personal profile] pixiesweat
He hadn't wanted to touch her. He didn't know if she'd want him to, or if it would upset her even more, but talking to her clearly wasn't going to work, so he reached out, holding his breath against the biting cold, and gently touched the back of her hand.

Date: 2017-02-23 09:36 pm (UTC)
pixiesweat: (Default)
From: [personal profile] pixiesweat

He stayed very, very still.

"Curnen?" he said, again, hoping she would hear him this time.

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