Edward Elric (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
automailed) wrote2012-03-10 12:41 am
automailed) wrote2012-03-10 12:41 am
[Written / Action]
[ooc: with Erin's permission Trisha's departure from Luceti has been delayed until now.]
[There really is no way to describe the feeling of waking up to find your dead mother has vanished- to find that she has, in fact, been sent home to death once again. There's denial at first, fear, anger, a lot of yelling. A few walls get punched, resulting in dents and fist-shaped holes. No tears, though. Never tears. That much hasn't changed.
And then, later, with the camera covered, written somewhat shakily:]
Trisha Elric's gone back.
[Not home. Not to her world. Not to her family or- or anything.
And Edward doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now, so he'll spend pretty much the rest of the day holed up in the house, mostly in his room. The journal will be ignored, and while visitors might not feel welcome, there are certain people he wouldn't tell to go away right now.]
[There really is no way to describe the feeling of waking up to find your dead mother has vanished- to find that she has, in fact, been sent home to death once again. There's denial at first, fear, anger, a lot of yelling. A few walls get punched, resulting in dents and fist-shaped holes. No tears, though. Never tears. That much hasn't changed.
And then, later, with the camera covered, written somewhat shakily:]
Trisha Elric's gone back.
[Not home. Not to her world. Not to her family or- or anything.
And Edward doesn't really want to talk to anyone right now, so he'll spend pretty much the rest of the day holed up in the house, mostly in his room. The journal will be ignored, and while visitors might not feel welcome, there are certain people he wouldn't tell to go away right now.]
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[Or maybe he's just not telling her yet.]
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[He's trying so hard to sound natural.]
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He hates feeling awkward like this. After a brief nod and a prolonged silence, he glances over at Hiccup, his expression somewhat weary.]
You don't have to stay, you know.
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[If he weren't such a chronic worrier despite the fact he knows Ed can take care of himself. He feels like he's letting him down--even if that's not the case.
Urg.]
...Do you want some time alone?
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I know what you were trying to do, but...
[You can't push these things, bro.]
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He nods, rising to his feet and sighing inwardly.]
...Alright. But--just...if you never anyone to hang around with, or whatever, just let me know.
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I'll remember.
[Eventually. When he's ready.]
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[And he shuffles off without looking back. Man. How unhelpful can he be?]