[ Basil's empty and hollow. But despite how much she hurts, despite how broken, Max still feels so, so full. The violin sings in her drooping ears, especially as he tries to reassure her. His head lays against her shoulder, and hers lays against his as well. She's still shivering, despite how warm he is. ]
No. No, I'm... I'm still- n-not a good person.
[ He's so warm. So, so warm and he's wrapped around her sick, aching body. Max's own tail, laying limp, curls to a spiral. ]
You remember, don't you? In the...the fog. I know you- heard him. My stepfather- my...ex stepfather.
[ Screaming on the other side of the door, letting her brother die.
Max blinks away tears. ]
I wanted him to die. [ Her voice wavers, but she continues. ] My brother. I... I prayed...f-for him to...for horrible things to happen to him. I- imagined it. I imagined him- crashing my- his c-car, and never- ever coming home again, 'cause I thought- it'd be better.
[ A horrible pit in her stomach. Her legs, sprawled out to the side so she's not putting weight on them, shake and tremble, prompting more red moss to slither out. ]
It wasn't. It made- everything so, so much worse, and I- he saved us and I wanted to- I stood there and watched and he- s-said he was sorry and I k-kept- begging him to wake up, I w-wanted him to die, I wanted it bu- but I didn't. I didn't!
[ Her admission and insistence break into sobs, like those in the Pale Fog. Crying onto his shoulder, body hitching. Basil explained, as best he could, but Max can't even begin to. The Mindflayer, Vecna, all of it. ]
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cw: domestic violence, homicidal ideation-ish, car crashes, abuse logic
Date: 2023-04-23 05:34 am (UTC)No. No, I'm... I'm still- n-not a good person.
[ He's so warm. So, so warm and he's wrapped around her sick, aching body. Max's own tail, laying limp, curls to a spiral. ]
You remember, don't you? In the...the fog. I know you- heard him. My stepfather- my...ex stepfather.
[ Screaming on the other side of the door, letting her brother die.
Max blinks away tears. ]
I wanted him to die. [ Her voice wavers, but she continues. ] My brother. I... I prayed...f-for him to...for horrible things to happen to him. I- imagined it. I imagined him- crashing my- his c-car, and never- ever coming home again, 'cause I thought- it'd be better.
[ A horrible pit in her stomach. Her legs, sprawled out to the side so she's not putting weight on them, shake and tremble, prompting more red moss to slither out. ]
It wasn't. It made- everything so, so much worse, and I- he saved us and I wanted to- I stood there and watched and he- s-said he was sorry and I k-kept- begging him to wake up, I w-wanted him to die, I wanted it bu- but I didn't. I didn't!
[ Her admission and insistence break into sobs, like those in the Pale Fog. Crying onto his shoulder, body hitching. Basil explained, as best he could, but Max can't even begin to. The Mindflayer, Vecna, all of it. ]