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Graveyard of Numbers [S]

POSTED ON Oct 9, 2024 21:03:44 GMT

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annalise is too far gone. too entrenched in her anger to be moved by the wounded look on her friend's face. a tear slips down her cheek, and that stirs the smallest pang of something in her chest, but the feeling is chased away as the hurt in her expression gives way to something sharper. [break][break]anger. anger as familiar and self-destructive as the kind that burns hotly in annalise's veins as june demands she look at the graves. the ranger doesn't move, as still as the cemetery statues watching this argument unfurl from further up on the mountainside. she only sees june, processing each word as they come down on her like a closed fist. [break][break] and then, in the very same heartbeat that june is forming her last, venomous syllable, annalise gives her the reaction she was needling for. she closes the space between them, her fingers balling in june's shirt, and pulls her face close to hers, close enough to see the cold contempt in her eyes. [break][break] gone is the warmth, the softness, the sympathy that has held up their relationship with both hands. it's just june and annalise, strangers again. a correction comes, spearing through the small, hostile distance between: [break][break]"my problems are nothing like yours."[break][break]she shoves her, abruptly and roughly enough to send her sprawling onto the freshly-turned dirt of those she has picked over annalise. [break][break]"the chasm, the rifts — how many times have i risked my life for you? but i guess my life doesn't matter, does it? from the moment you walked into my office, i was just a means to a fucking end for your fucking problems. all you people ever do is fucking use me."[break][break]she steps towards her, shaking with adrenaline-loaded fury. she's not blind to the ambitions of others, she's just lonely enough to look away. write a paycheck, chaperone a rift expedition, fight a war, find a blue orb shard, wield a loaded-gun legendary pokemon in the league's name — on and on, endeavoring forever for someone else's sake. [break][break]"you think you're the only fucking person who ever got abandoned by the league? i sat at their table once — and they didn't spare a single fucking dollar for my rescue! you think any of them ever apologized after? oh, and don't start up with the 'see, the league is bad!' shit again because i really don't give a fuck." [break][break]annalise stands over her, her presence as oppressive as a boot planted on june's chest. [break][break]"the difference between you and me is i got fucked by the league and i sucked it the fuck up! i go to work, i go to war — because there are no fucking alternatives, june! you want me to be like you and deny myself resources to protect hoenn just to stick it to the fucking government?"[break][break]she scoffs, but her eyes are glossy with tears that always seem to spring up in heated moments. [break][break]"take your trophy pokemon and use it to fucking help instead of whatever the fuck you were doing in sootopolis — keeping a fucking tally? literally grow the fuck up, june, because there are way worse things coming for us than kyogre."

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Graveyard of Numbers [S]

POSTED ON Oct 9, 2024 22:02:48 GMT

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Wordlessly, June hid the mud flat on her ass. Silently, she stared up at the ranger. For the last time, she unleashed the brunt of her own struggles onto June. How she’d been used, how she sucked it up, how much the people in her life really treated her.

Yet how she ignored it all anyway. Strength like that took either strongest or most broken spirits to muster.

And Annalise was not strong. She was just like June.

Weak. And when the weak fought, toiled, and died for everyone else, they’d be forgotten in the dust while the strong paraded atop their thrones of gold and ivory. If they were lucky, they might be allowed to bear the weight of their success atop their backs for even a modicum of safety.

But if they were also lucky, they’d survive and get revenge for the slights against them.

Once more, June rose. Painfully, slowly, full of tired bitterness, a broken heart that pulsed vividly, and a steadfast resolution in her mind. There are so many things she could say right now. A promise to do better, a vow to get revenge. Raw violence as well. Apologize prefusely and cling to the notion of companionship, broken and scattered as it was.

But she was not chosen by a paradoxical being for no reason. When the paths presented themselves, she would always make a new one without a second thought. Her tired, sorrowed, guilty eyes met Annalise's once more.

For the last time.

“Know this, Annalise Henderson,” her voice cracked in the terrible silence. The peace of the dead had long since been broken, and not even the vaguely curious remained to witness their feud. They’d all seeken refuge and vowed to come back at a later time. “This one, one thing. Forget what I just said. Forget everything else.”

“You were not a means to an end to me. Never were. You meant so, so much more than that.”

Once upon a time, the Boundless beat down her door, went into her room, released a flock of Fletchling, and proclaimed she couldn’t lose her a third time. All of that was still true. She didn’t know what to do now, as the ranger slipped from her grasp.

“But only doormats let people walk on them and suck it the fuck up. And they’ll keep doing it until you do something about it. And if that moment comes, and your back is to the wall, and you don't know who else to turn to?”

“Come find me. Until then…”

Her back turned. Down the graves, at the very end, was the start of a new row and a shovel. June slowly walked away. Annalise was right about one thing. But she didn’t have to be completely right about it.

“It’s a weapon, Annalise. I’ll make sure no one uses it for bad reasons.”

A few thousand graves were a statistic. A number for the newspapers and social media. A grave for… Marshall? The shovel sank into the cold, dry dirt.

A grave for one was a tragedy.

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Graveyard of Numbers [S]

POSTED ON Oct 11, 2024 1:19:31 GMT

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annalise holds onto her anger with a white-knuckled grip as june rises. she can't afford to falter now, to let doubt suffuse through the hollowness inside of her. a muscle in her jaw flexes as the silence is broken, steeling herself for a fight that never comes. her expression remains protectively flinty because anything else invites vulnerability, but her brows knit ever so slightly. [break][break] "i-i'm not—" comes the forceful yet shaky objection at being called a doormat, but her voice falls away as june continues. an offer, an echo of what howard slayte had said to june in the ultra plant: come find me. annalise shakes her head slightly, spurning the proposal. [break][break]"that won't happen."[break][break]it's just blustering against june's back as she turns toward the row of graves. it's just a defense mechanism against a self-inflicted wound. her eyes follow a vigilant path along the path as june walks away, pinned against her until she disappears out of view. silence falls over mt. pyre, broken up only by the ragged sound of her breathing. [break][break]her anger recedes, and what remains is the dawning realization that she has burned everything to the ground. it's a tailspin loss of control. it's hyperventilated panic and what the fuck did i just do? racing thoughts. static prickles her skin as she turns away, swallowing down the bile urge to try and call her back. [break][break]her shadow stirs at her distress, taking the umbral shape of her ceruledge. [break][break]"take me home," she begs. "away. anywhere."[break][break]and she does what comes naturally to her — she runs away. she folds in on herself. she self-immolates until their relationship turns to ash in her mind, until it's just more grief to bury with the rest.

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