☤ twenty-five

[as_damaged]

[Video for the hell of it]

Considering what I've heard about past years, I guess this isn't so bad.

Happy Halloween.



[ooc; do whatever, preferably no other Camerons, she can forget anything she has to |D ON A SIDE NOTE, regarding icons-- she has not been updated, never fear. She just dyed her hair for lulz & torment. TROLL THE NICE DOCTOR LADY]

[EDIT: out for a paaarty, troll boldly in my absence & I will get back to you <3]

Comments

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

I don't remember much about being here.

she's blonde and calling your bullshit, it's just like usual >D

[as_damaged]

That doesn't matter. What's wrong?

and he's exhausted and possibly hungover. So, yup.

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

I'm fine. I.

Thought this ship sailed at midnight. I'm still here.

SOB.

[as_damaged]

You aren't fine.

Apparently we've got an extra day, at least. I don't know. That or they've decided there aren't enough people walking around with your face so they're doubling up.

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

And you know me that well.

Maybe they just like to torture people with hope.

[as_damaged]

Sometimes, not at all. You're being evasive.

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

You don't. Know me.

Not yet.

[as_damaged]

I'm starting to doubt if I ever will.

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

Might be for the best.

[as_damaged]

Damn it, Chase.

[Private;]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

You think I'm cheating on you. We've been married four months.

[Private;] 1/3

[as_damaged]

So we-

[Private;]

[as_damaged]

[Private;]

[as_damaged]

I'll give you the benefit of the doubt. What did happen?

[Private;]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

I'm not. Cameron, I would never.

[Private;]

[as_damaged]

If we got that far-- I wouldn't think it if there wasn't some reason. You say I don't know you, yet, and I still think you're hiding something, Chase.

So what happened?

[Private; and also Audio since forever IDK]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

Can't talk about it.

[His voice wavers, but doesn't crack.]

[Private; Audio]

[as_damaged]

[Even being behind the times, it's obviously something big and something bad. And she's worried.]

Oh, god. Chase...

[Private; Audio]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

He doesn't want to know either. I asked. I asked Him...

[There's the crack, someone isn't keeping things together as well as he meant to. There's a sharp intake of breath over the line.]

[Private; Audio]

[as_damaged]

Chase... I don't know what to...

[After all, she can't tell him it'll all be okay, because she doesn't even understand what's wrong.]

[Private; Audio]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

[Another steadying intake of breath]

I'm sorry. I made a mistake talking to you.

[Private; Audio]

[as_damaged]

No, Chase... [No point in hiding her compassion from him. Four months, and he sounds like he's falling apart.]

You sound like you need to talk to someone.

[Private; Audio]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

You wouldn't remember.

[He's arguing with himself.]

But you'd remember here.

[Private; Audio]

[as_damaged]

But here you haven't done anything.

[Paaause. Picture her with a hand on her hip, mulling this over, considering this. As if life here wasn't complicated already.]

Don't tell me. Here. But don't keep secrets from me.

[Maybe she doesn't want to know then, either. But if she thinks he's cheating...]

[Private; Audio]

[cushylife.livejournal.com]

I don't want to. But I don't want to know what you'll think of me.

[And he's drinking. Alone, there isn't any bar noise.]

I haven't been able to sleep in our bed for a week.

[Which means he hasn't been able to sleep.]