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ᴀᴠᴏᴄᴀᴅᴏ ᴀᴛ ʟᴀᴡ. ([personal profile] catholicisms) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight2019-11-17 09:05 pm

O LIGHT THAT FOLLOWEST ALL MY WAY, I YIELD MY FLICKERING TORCH TO THEE;

characters: matt, & other people
location: many places
date/time: first half of november
content: matt is doing things
warnings: i'm still hot garbage at this... and i'll add if anything comes up



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ultraviolents: behind a cigarette (back and forth through my mind)

[personal profile] ultraviolents 2019-11-25 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ he doesn't have to if he doesn't want to, but she's getting the feeling that he needs to in order to accept this, to maybe move past feeling guilty about it. (although knowing him, probably not.) there's a quiet smile that forms on her lips as she listens to matthew recount his memories of him, especially when he mentions the offer to read. ]

I can understand why you got on with him. [ there's a long moment as elektra pulls at a loose thread in her bag, still watching what she can see of his face. her legs fall to the side and she reaches for his hand, fingertips resting on top of his knuckles. ] I'm sorry we haven't found him.
ultraviolents: but blessed with beauty and rage (so ugly it's still kinda lush)

[personal profile] ultraviolents 2019-11-25 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ her fingertips rub twice over the ridge of his knuckles before curving around his fingers, and she'll keep them there if he lets her, squeezing lightly as her thumb runs over the side of his hand. in the meantime, she nods in agreement with his doubt, the doubt she hasn't voiced yet because she's sensed that this was something he'd needed to do. he'd have done this with or without her, he'd made that clear. she's glad he'd decided to let her join him for a few reasons, not the least of which being the ever-present potential danger of spirits turning on them, but she's also glad he's allowing her to help him through it. he'd done it for her, through much worse. ]

I'm sorry about that, too.
ultraviolents: (en12634386)

[personal profile] ultraviolents 2019-11-26 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ as the person who's always left, elektra knows something of what it's like to not want to let herself form attachments. she'd just been doing it for the opposite reasons, up until she'd met him. stick had conditioned her well. but she always found herself craving physical affection after it had been given to her. so much of what she'd learned had been meant for violence.

he doesn't let go, pulling his hand over his heart. she feels it beating beneath the back of her hand as he traces the lines of her palm and her fingers curl slightly inward, catching on his fingertips.

he's right. she has no control over what happened to the boy or what could happen to either of them. neither does he. this isn't his fault, and she doesn't know if he'll accept that, but maybe he can come to terms with it being the world they're living in.

god, that sounds bleak.

he offers to take the first shift and she shakes her head - she wants to make sure he rests, and she doesn't think he will if she doesn't take the first shift. ]


You're already laying down. I'm okay with taking it.
ultraviolents: of your heart (to hear the boom boom boom)

[personal profile] ultraviolents 2019-11-26 05:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[ unfortunately (or fortunately) for him, neither is she. she's not as tired as she can see that he is (she notices he hasn't moved to sit up, in spite of his offer and protest), and if he doesn't rest she doesn't think she'll be able to, anyway. she reaches out with her free hand, brushing his hair off of his forehead, stroking back and forth over his skin. ]

We can keep talking, then, if you want. [ she doesn't think he does, but it sounds better than 'we can sit here in silence til one of us falls asleep'. ]
ultraviolents: says "leave it alone" (and the message coming from my eyes)

[personal profile] ultraviolents 2019-11-27 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ she nods, giving one final brush of her thumb over his forehead before shifting her position, curling against him on her side. the hand he's holding over his heart remains where it is and she pillows her other arm beneath her cheek. her forehead tucks against his shoulder as she settles.

this isn't his fault, and she'd tell him that but she knows he won't want to hear it. she's honestly not sure if hearing it will be better or worse; yes, that means that this isn't his fault, but it also means that their time here could be finite. it's one thing to be told that and another to have proof of it shown to you. it makes it real, and frightening. it's something she's thinking about, too. ]
ultraviolents: (twisting like oragami)

[personal profile] ultraviolents 2019-12-03 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ there's not, and she knows it, which is why she remains silent except for her heartbeat and breathing. the thumb of the hand that rests over his heart starts to rub back and forth in the same pattern her opposite had over his forehead. it's as much as a comfort to be close to him as it is for him to have her close, to repay the same kindness he'd shown her during her hallucinations and just to know that he's close, that they're both still alive. so to speak.

she's not sure exactly how long it is before he starts to fade, but she makes sure to remain alert, listening to his heartbeat and for whatever might be out there with them. it's sooner than she expects before his grip starts to loosen around her body, arms going heavy and slack around her waist. she slips free of them when he lets her go, rolling fully onto his back, and she props herself up as he asks her when to wake him. ]


Try not to dream. [ she smiles lightly, bending to kiss the corner of his mouth, before fully sitting up, pulling her knees to her chest as she turns her focus to the forest at night. ]