❄ third reminder

[echidna]

[ phone ]

[ Jade places this call only a few minutes after drinking the morning's milk delivery. She sounds exactly like she feels: shitty. ]

Um, hi, Mayfield. I know things have been pretty bad recently, but I hope everyone's doing okay. I'm sorry I haven't been checking in on anyone!

[ Any cheeriness she had fostering fades as she continues. ]

With the way death is in this place, I guess I shouldn't be scared of it, but I still sort of am. Especially when I've already done it once. Hehe, um, at least this time I don't think it's going to hurt so badly.

So I guess I'll be able to talk to everyone tomorrow! I wonder if my police chief application had been better, maybe this wouldn't have happened. ...oh well.

Stay safe everyone! Bye.

Comments

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

[Gamzee's misery, on the other hand, is clearly written over every inch of his face. He knows he shouldn't be feeling this terrible, not when she's coming back tomorrow anyway and when she'd been so brave facing her death, but it's been a rough week and this time around he doesn't have any sopor slime to drown out all his thoughts and emotions with.]

Yeah, I...yeah. [He hesitates for a second before gently closing Jade's eyes; it's not really a very troll thing to do, but it makes him feel a little better - at least he can pretend that she's just sleeping.]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Come on. At your rate, she'll wake up before we get her anywhere.

[He starts to lift her up, giving Gamzee a sharp look to help.]

[miraculls.livejournal.com]

Haha, you think so? That'd be way motherfuckin' sweet.

[He obediently goes to her other side, placing one of Jade's arms around his shoulder and his other arm under her leg before trying to hoist her up.]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

[Okay, so he'll lead the way to carry her back to her room.]

She'll be back tonight. Enough time that you can bother her instead of me if you want someone to sleep with, thank god.

hours in the future, but not many

[echidna]

[ Maybe you'll even have up a real motherfuckin' nice dream.

Wishful thinking.

But no dreams are better than nightmares, and it's just a heavy, empty darkness that weighs down upon her until she wakes up, somewhere in the earliest hours of the morning. Jade spends several minutes in a bleary daze, takes a deep breath in a slow, almost gasping manner, as though it were her first breath of air in days.

There's only a few moments of pleasant ignorance before reality begins seeping in, and she remembers why she's here and everything that's happened that brought her to this point. This is her second time waking up after dying, but it feels strangely different, in a way she can't quite put her finger on. She feels awful, but it's a good kind of awful, somehow. That guilt that's been sitting on her chest since Tuesday has slipped, fallen away a little, enough for her to breathe comfortably and not dwell in perpetual self loathing.

She slowly sits herself up in bed, fumbling for her glasses in the darkness. ]