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week two, friday, post-body announcement

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[ regardless of everything - beau knows brilith was mammon's roommate, and. well. she knows she's hurting, so she can't imagine what it's like for brilith. carefully, beau wanders the place looking for her - stops maybe in the chapel.

fuck. this is all awful. ]

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[ beau will find her curled up in a middle pew, hugging her knees to her chest. her eyes are a little red, but otherwise? she's silent, and still as a statue, staring blankly at the pew in front of her. ]

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[ beau makes her way over to the pew, and settles down. not too close, not touching, but still. there. ]

Hey.

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[ she startles, relaxing only slightly when she realizes it's beau. she'll force a smile, though. brilith can, as usual, pretend to be more okay than she is. ]

...Hey. Are you...

[ hm, she doesn't know how to say this. brilith has never really dealt with anything like this before. not anything so close. but she knows that beau was friends with mammon, too, so it's worth trying. ]

How are you doing, after...?

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[ beau - well, manspreads, really. she sinks down in the pew and just sprawls out. ]

I'm okay. I miss him already. You knew him better, I think.

week 3, tuesday

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[ after her talk with babo kim, beau's a little less afraid of going to talk to brilith. she's not sure where the priestess is, but she'll poke around, looking for her. she also doesn't bother washing her hands to get all the leftover pink dye off her hands so enjoy that. ]

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[ we're going to save some books and place this in the chapel. vandalize the holy place, beau, you know you want to. brilith has a book in her lap when beau enters, and she's reading attentively enough not to notice that she isn't alone anymore, so she may have to speak up! ]

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[ you have no idea how much i considered just having beau ram into a door barrier to get her attention

no, beau figured she might find brilith here. she makes her way across the chapel and hops over one of the pews to flop right down next to her. she definitely leaves a pink handprint on the pew. ]

Whatcha reading?

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[ suddenly lesbians?!

brilith startles and automatically starts to reach for the staff sitting against the pew in front of her. once she sees it's beau, however, she relaxes enough to offer a slight smile. ]

First aid. It's harder than I expected it to be... Luna really is a blessing for us.

week 3, saturday.

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[ well. after all that, brilith should probably sleep. somehow, despite the sedative, she can't - her mind is buzzing with irritation and disappointment and just... the weight of it all. one would think she'd get used to this, but the fact that she has no immediate escape is... different. it frustrates her, and the sedative makes it worse as she tries to read but can't seem to focus on any of the words.

when the door opens, she's slow to look over. expecting to hear agni, she has no real desire to look and confirm her suspicions, so she doesn't bother. ]

I'm trying to rest.

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[ she closes the door behind her, and stays at the door. ]

Yeah. I know. But I gotta talk to you.

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[ she looks up, startled to hear beau's voice. she settles again a moment later, turning her eyes back to the blanket on her lap. the last thing she wants is another lecture. ]

...I suppose you're still angry at me.

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Yeah. I am, actually, but maybe not for the reasons you think. Or maybe you know exactly why I'm fucking angry.

It doesn't matter. Me yelling at you isn't going to change your mind and honestly? I'm tired, Brilith. We're losing people left and right and I'm not your fucking mom, so I'm not going to lecture you about being self-sacrificial.

week 4, friday.

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[ on her way down from the astronomy tower, brilith conveniently happens to glance toward the infinity closet - and stops short when she sees beau. hm. for a moment, she seems to be trying to decide whether it's worth it to engage, and eventually she settles on: maybe. it's enough for her to cautiously approach, but still keep her distance. ]

You aren't looking well. You should try to rest before tomorrow, if you intend to catch his killer.

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[ she is DEFINITELY a mess. her hair is down, for the first time in a while. it's a tangled mess, falling over her mask, but even with her hair covering it, brilith will still see the sickly green glow it's giving off, thready and weak.

she looks like she's been crying, eyes red. and when she sees brilith, she tenses, pulling in on herself defensively. she leans against the door. ]

... I will. [ she says, voice low and hoarse. ] I just need to see if I missed anything.

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What's there to miss?

[ it's a genuine question, not a trace of scorn or mockery. ]

Do you think this place had something to do with his murder?

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Maybe. [ a pause. ] Maybe. I can smell perfume.

[ and so can brilith, probably, because it's coming from beau. ]

week 4, saturday

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[ what a rough weekend it's been for beau. the decision to avoid her - give her space? it doesn't matter, the end result is the same - comes easily enough, and brilith has her own things to attend to, including some beautiful new burns lio's given her. that should be enough to occupy her night.

then she finds beau in the hallway, and reminds herself that fate has never truly been on her side. she may as well check on the other woman, then, to assuage the worry that part of her still clings to, if nothing else. ]

Beauregard... What I said last night... It still stands for today, as well.

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[ it's been a bad weekend, it's true. she's - struggling, a little, but tonight she's dry eyed when she's marching through the hallway to go find people.

when she hears brilith, she comes to a stop. stares at her. ]

... I'm okay. [ beau says, firmly. no more embarrassing herself. she already has enough, both yesterday and today. ] I'm fine. Did you get your burns looked at?

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Ash helped me bandage them. Anything else, I'll take care of later.

[ she meets beau's eyes, her own betraying nothing of how she feels. ]

I told you I wouldn't judge. You've lost someone, Beauregard. You don't have to cry, but I would prefer it if you didn't lie to me, either.

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[ she's lost two someones, she thinks, expression flickering. all in the span of two days. maybe three, depending on how tomorrow goes. ]

I'm not -- [ a pause. ] I will be fine. You... don't need to worry? [ she's unsure. she reaches to adjust her beanie, looking a bit uncertain. ] I don't even know if you are, you're... really hard to read.

week 5, sunday

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[ brilith is probably the last person that beau wants to see, and normally, she wouldn't seek the other out because of it. there's no use in making a habit of going where she isn't wanted... however. ]

Beauregard. [ back to the formalities. she doesn't believe that beau would want her to do otherwise, not anymore. ] Do you have a moment?

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[ beau is - surprisingly okay! level headed, at least. her hands are bandaged still, but that's what happens when you go fucking hard on grief. ]

Yeah. Course I do. [ she shifts to adjust her beanie, glancing up at brilith where she's flopped out on the floor. she's just writing notes, it's fine. ] What's up?

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[ instead of answering, brilith starts fishing for something in her purse. she kneels beside beau to offer her the shattered pieces of a necklace that once belonged to isaac. ]

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[ oh.

it's - a reminder, almost. a reminder that she tried. and failed. another kid who was relying on her when he shouldn't have. her breath catches, and she holds the pieces in her hands and looks down at them quietly, beanie covering her eyes.

she doesn't speak, not yet. she's not sure she can. she's... mostly held it together, but two weeks in a row of watching the shattered pieces of her protective charms coming back to her - useless, useless, useless. ]