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Aug. 28th, 2009 02:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amicably_absentTime means little to a headcase.
Times meant even less to Glitch and Ambrose. By the time they had started leaving their room, it was apparent that there was a problem between the two of them. Two sides of the one person, a shared set of memories and a share awareness of the world and yet from the day they returned to the workshop, it became apparent that there was some terrible rift between them.
They fought.
They argued. They yelled and screamed and one of them threw things and the other threw words and it was terrifying for those watching, peeking through the doorway to see the man stalking back and forth, yelling at himself, an entire discourse carried out by a single man like a frightful parody of a monologue.
That night, they had fought until they had dropped, literally, a last screamed insult from Glitch and then he slapped himself hard in the face, reeling to the ground in a heap of coat and bare feet, sobbing softly into his arms.
Raw slipped inside, DG hovering behind him, Azkadellia's hand tightly gripped in her own. Raw came over to Glitch, laying a hand slowly on his back. Glitch tried to shrug it off, but just kept sobbing quietly when Raw didn't back off.
"Glitch sad. So sad." His fingers stroked one shoulder. "Miss love. Hurting, inside. Breaking apart."
Glitch said nothing. DG came closer resting a hand on Raw's shoulder.
"Glitch need Cain."
He sniffled. "Well Cain's better off without Glitch."
"How can you say that, Glitch?" DG didn't manage to stop herself. "He loves you."
Glitch snapped upright, blinking through tears. "DG? What are you doing here?"
"I was worried about you, Glitch! You were yelling at yourself... you and Ambrose were fighting again. Half the castle can hear you."
Glitch stood himself up, turned away and turned back, head tilted. "Do I know you?"
"It's me, Glitch. DG."
"DG?" He looked at Raw, then back to DG, then to Azkadellia. Then he screamed.
Azkadellia flinched as the headcase took off out the backdoor. DG held her hand tighter. "It's okay, Az. He'll remember. He will."
"Raw will follow." Raw ambled after Glitch, leaving the two girls standing behind him.
Times meant even less to Glitch and Ambrose. By the time they had started leaving their room, it was apparent that there was a problem between the two of them. Two sides of the one person, a shared set of memories and a share awareness of the world and yet from the day they returned to the workshop, it became apparent that there was some terrible rift between them.
They fought.
They argued. They yelled and screamed and one of them threw things and the other threw words and it was terrifying for those watching, peeking through the doorway to see the man stalking back and forth, yelling at himself, an entire discourse carried out by a single man like a frightful parody of a monologue.
That night, they had fought until they had dropped, literally, a last screamed insult from Glitch and then he slapped himself hard in the face, reeling to the ground in a heap of coat and bare feet, sobbing softly into his arms.
Raw slipped inside, DG hovering behind him, Azkadellia's hand tightly gripped in her own. Raw came over to Glitch, laying a hand slowly on his back. Glitch tried to shrug it off, but just kept sobbing quietly when Raw didn't back off.
"Glitch sad. So sad." His fingers stroked one shoulder. "Miss love. Hurting, inside. Breaking apart."
Glitch said nothing. DG came closer resting a hand on Raw's shoulder.
"Glitch need Cain."
He sniffled. "Well Cain's better off without Glitch."
"How can you say that, Glitch?" DG didn't manage to stop herself. "He loves you."
Glitch snapped upright, blinking through tears. "DG? What are you doing here?"
"I was worried about you, Glitch! You were yelling at yourself... you and Ambrose were fighting again. Half the castle can hear you."
Glitch stood himself up, turned away and turned back, head tilted. "Do I know you?"
"It's me, Glitch. DG."
"DG?" He looked at Raw, then back to DG, then to Azkadellia. Then he screamed.
Azkadellia flinched as the headcase took off out the backdoor. DG held her hand tighter. "It's okay, Az. He'll remember. He will."
"Raw will follow." Raw ambled after Glitch, leaving the two girls standing behind him.
