HEATHER ‘GUGGA’ MASON (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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etrayalogs2024-12-01 02:13 pm
ingestion) wrote in etrayalogs2024-12-01 02:13 pm
closed ― we'll float on, good news is on the way
WHO: Heather Mason @ingestion + Vincent Smith @banworthy
WHEN: 12/2
WHERE: Heather's apartment
WHAT: Vincent has something to give Heather and other thoughts to share.
NOTES\WARNINGS: cw: angst, cannibalism, ingestion/abortion by proxy discussions, discussions relating to Harry Mason's murder.
( as time went on and the longer heather found herself in etraya, the more exhausted she was becoming. she hadn't quite noticed it, but the stress of what happened in silent hill and the events before that had affected her. it was the little things such as her fingers feeling numb more often then usual, the heaviness in her heart as she spoke to others, and the memories of a past life appearing before her in dreams. yet despite the gravity of what she had been through, she still tried her best to look at things with a more positive light. she had been angry for sometime about the death of her father and the way he had been viewed by members of the order, namely claudia and vincent. she hadn't quite confronted vincent about it, afraid of reliving that moment where she found him dead in his favorite chair.
yet little did she know, when vincent had called her up asking to meet with her, she would have to confront that memory all over again.
she had claimed one of the 'free' apartments at the complex, doing very little to truly make it feel home. inside all there was to make it seem like she lived there was beer in the fridge, a pack of smokes on a coffee table she 'stole' and some food scattered about. she wasn't sure how long she would be living here, or staying at etraya, so she hadn't quite committed to making it a home just yet.
when the doorbell finally rang, she came to it in her usual outfit, except she was sporting some knitwear's the bots had made for her earlier. a green and orange beanie, with a matching scarf. )
Hey Vincent....you wanted to see me about something?
WHEN: 12/2
WHERE: Heather's apartment
WHAT: Vincent has something to give Heather and other thoughts to share.
NOTES\WARNINGS: cw: angst, cannibalism, ingestion/abortion by proxy discussions, discussions relating to Harry Mason's murder.
( as time went on and the longer heather found herself in etraya, the more exhausted she was becoming. she hadn't quite noticed it, but the stress of what happened in silent hill and the events before that had affected her. it was the little things such as her fingers feeling numb more often then usual, the heaviness in her heart as she spoke to others, and the memories of a past life appearing before her in dreams. yet despite the gravity of what she had been through, she still tried her best to look at things with a more positive light. she had been angry for sometime about the death of her father and the way he had been viewed by members of the order, namely claudia and vincent. she hadn't quite confronted vincent about it, afraid of reliving that moment where she found him dead in his favorite chair.
yet little did she know, when vincent had called her up asking to meet with her, she would have to confront that memory all over again.
she had claimed one of the 'free' apartments at the complex, doing very little to truly make it feel home. inside all there was to make it seem like she lived there was beer in the fridge, a pack of smokes on a coffee table she 'stole' and some food scattered about. she wasn't sure how long she would be living here, or staying at etraya, so she hadn't quite committed to making it a home just yet.
when the doorbell finally rang, she came to it in her usual outfit, except she was sporting some knitwear's the bots had made for her earlier. a green and orange beanie, with a matching scarf. )
Hey Vincent....you wanted to see me about something?
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( she managed to say before he went on about not needing anything from her. the more they spoke and interacted, the more she saw him as a lost and hurt child, lashing out before anyone got too close to him. if he felt any resentment towards not being cared for or looked out for, he only had himself to blame in the end.
if he had arrived here with a new outlook on life, had drawn on the empathy heather had for him at the time, he would have found life to be more pleasant and truly worth living without the shackles of his religion on him.
however it wasn't her place to help him out of that, not unless he truly wanted to change. so to his words, all she can do is scoff and turn her gaze from him. )
So I guess even you have the capacity for empathy. Color me surprised, anyways are we done here? Anything else you want to share with me?
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[ His tone shifts to dismissive at her comment of gratitude.
He pushes himself up to stand as it sounds like they've said everything that needed to be said - she has everything that she needs to stay safe, as well. So long as it's on her person, no divine or demonic entity will be able to touch her. That's enough for him. ]
We're done here. [ Vincent starts to shift around so that he can move to head toward the door. But he pauses; one hand on his hip as he looks at her sitting on the couch. ] I don't hate you, you know. [ He decides to say that outright. It wouldn't be convenient if she continued to believe something that wasn't true, anyway. ] I wouldn't be doing everything I am if I did.
[ So, if she can't believe his words, she can at least believe his actions. His shoulders involuntarily bounce, a little shrug, as he moves away so that he can head back to the door where his pile of knitwear and the like await him. ]
Take care of yourself, Heather. I'm sure you have others who would be upset if something were to happen to you already.
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she isn't sure what to say or make of such kind words from him. he had never once said anything of this sort before in their time in silent hill but she supposed even he had the capacity to play nice sometimes. especially if it was for his benefit.
so heather rose up and began to walk towards him, preparing to close the door on him for when he was ready. yet he said those last words and she had to comment on them. )
You know....you'd also have people who would be upset if something happened to you...if you tried a little harder at being nicer. I can tell you have the capacity to change, we all do.
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[ He lets the end of his sentence hang as he pulls on the rest of the knitwear that he had thrown on the floor. His face scrunches up into irritation when he feels dampness but that's his own fault for how he threw everything off in the first place.
Either way, he doesn't finish what he's saying until he's bundled back up. ]
-- I don't want to get along with people for that reason.
[ The idea of acting lovable to receive love; he doesn't want to do that, at all. Even if that isn't what she means, it equates the same for him. We can't all be reborn into a better version of ourselves. His mouth twists briefly into a smile before adding: ]
Certainly, it's a big boon to have people worry, but it's also too much of a burden to want to maintain. [ His smile widens. ] So don't worry. I'll be fine. [ The door opens and he passes through the threshold. ] See you later, Heather.
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yet she can't bring herself to argue with him, to stop him and tell him he's wrong. what they've been through, and what happened today in her apartment just didn't lend itself to moving her in such a way. she needed some comfort herself after all of this, so all she could do was offer him a sympathetic smile as he packed up and began to walk out the door.
before she closed it though, she spoke to him one last time for now. )
Take care of yourself then, Vincent.
( the words came out colder than she intended but, that's all she could muster for now. )