Detention, Depths of the Castle, Friday

[bigdamnprisoner.livejournal.com]

So, one of the important things to realize about detention was that the monotony of everyone's daily lives was part of the punishment. That meant that even though someone had died yesterday, the day's schedule didn't change a bit.

After all, most of your little lives just weren't that important in the grand scheme of things.

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Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[no-songbird.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hon..." Dinah closed her eyes, cursing herself for not protecting Momoko better two years ago, for not figuring out a way to keep her from being Imperio'd. Then sobbed again, remembering that Priestly was gone gone gone and she couldn't even get his girlfriend to accept a hug. "If you can't remember anything else-- remember Priestly, okay? That you love him. And he's dead." Cruel. Necessary. But maybe it would get Momoko free. And he deserved to be remembered.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[cursedtosmile.livejournal.com]

"I did. I do." She pressed harder against her eyes, trying to stop the images crashing around in her brain. Or the headache that was bouncing around after them. "He loved me too, right?" That wasn't the spell? Please say that was real, Dinah.

"I... I remember. We were going to go away. Tokyo in cherry blossom season. And he called me. Every night. Even if we'd just been together for dinner. He'd call to say goodnight. He was going to cook our picnic. He promised. It was real. That was real, right?"

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[no-songbird.livejournal.com]

"Yes," Dinah whispered. "He liked you for ages before he got the nerve to even talk to you." She remembered this. Way before the spell. "He kissed you because he loved you. The spell didn't do anything to him. Or make him love you, or you love him. That was real." The look on his face in Momoko's fragmented memories... Dinah started crying again, too damn tired not to.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[cursedtosmile.livejournal.com]

Momoko couldn't take it anymore. Despite everything in her screaming against it, she crawled back to Dinah. She didn't want to relive... THAT again, but she desperately desperately needed to be held.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[no-songbird.livejournal.com]

Any other day, Dinah might've held onto her anger, might have let her frustration rule her. But not today. One more day, and Priestly and Momoko could have been together. And she couldn't tell Momoko that.

She hugged Momoko as hard as she could, rocking her. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I missed you. I missed him. I wanted you to be happy together.