[ To say Lily hates this feeling is the understatement of the century. It's something she's repeated to the point of nausea - the sense of helplessness, failure. To know she'd hurt people she loves just because she was hurt. Knowing also that she still has their support, that they've been hovering around her almost nonstop for days to weeks is somewhat gratifying, but...
There are moments like this, where she's sitting just kind of dead eyed staring at the TV in her den. She's moved around too much today, with school and finals. Everything hurts. She'd rather just go to bed, but she's too stubborn to call someone to help her do as such.
So, she just sits there, trying to not pay attention to the intense pain in her arm and shoulder, looking dead to the world and more than a little frumpy. She's not even been frequenting the Network much, really - if she was honest and open, she'd have to admit she was afraid. Ashamed.
She's already been confronted with and dealt with hurting those around her with her own stupidity. She's scared for how other people that are her friends are going to react when they see her like this.
But, she's also so out of it she's not likely to notice if, say... Her father let someone in. ]
[ And let someone in her father did. Harper knows she can't exactly hole up forever. It's been nearly a month now, a month of stubbornly spending all her time at home, just remembering, when her brother couldn't. It was a severe reminder of how fragile the whole situation really was — that the person she'd known the longest, her best friend, was suddenly separated from her in a way she couldn't rightly explain to anyone. Her parents seemed happy enough, that at least one of their children returned to "normal". It stung, but she couldn't begrudge them that. With Locke being rebuilt, and things coming to a workable flatline, Harper felt disconnected. Exposed, with the absence of her teammates while they were halfway across the country.
At night, she wonders when she ever got around to feeling that way about anyone. Her independence was succumbing to the need to have the people who made her feel strong close. There's one she still hasn't found, the voice echoing in every uncomfortable, vulnerable spot she had. Left alone, she's reminded that her power, Rhythm's power, isn't even entirely her own.
Sometimes she lays in bed, staring at the ceiling, her Cure Module clutched to her chest right over her heart. She holds onto it, and simultaneously wishes she could shove it right back in where it came from.
But she can't, so she puts on her brave face. The same face she's wearing when she comes to call on Lily. Her network usage was spotty, and texting a friend wasn't really the same as visiting them, anyway. Especially not when she's come with a peace offering in hand for not checking on her sooner. (It is not cupcakes, for the record. It is a very healthy and nutritious blueberry crumble!) Said peace offering is the first thing to appear in the doorway, dangled by its cute little bundled-up knot. ]
[ Lily is zoned out enough that Harper's sudden appearance has her react with a bit of a start. Enough that she jerks just a little bit and that bit is enough for her to quickly cringe in pain. She tugs a blanket she had draped over her shoulders to cover more of her bandaged right arm.
Her eyes immediately start to bore holes in the floor, not raising her chin back to look at the other Cure. ]
H- hi, Harper...
[ If the shame weighing down her wasn't evident in her actions, it sure as hell was there in her voice. ]
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bananas OR harper, circa early June StE in a hypothetical "everyone's still around" scenario.
There are moments like this, where she's sitting just kind of dead eyed staring at the TV in her den. She's moved around too much today, with school and finals. Everything hurts. She'd rather just go to bed, but she's too stubborn to call someone to help her do as such.
So, she just sits there, trying to not pay attention to the intense pain in her arm and shoulder, looking dead to the world and more than a little frumpy. She's not even been frequenting the Network much, really - if she was honest and open, she'd have to admit she was afraid. Ashamed.
She's already been confronted with and dealt with hurting those around her with her own stupidity. She's scared for how other people that are her friends are going to react when they see her like this.
But, she's also so out of it she's not likely to notice if, say... Her father let someone in. ]
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At night, she wonders when she ever got around to feeling that way about anyone. Her independence was succumbing to the need to have the people who made her feel strong close. There's one she still hasn't found, the voice echoing in every uncomfortable, vulnerable spot she had. Left alone, she's reminded that her power, Rhythm's power, isn't even entirely her own.
Sometimes she lays in bed, staring at the ceiling, her Cure Module clutched to her chest right over her heart. She holds onto it, and simultaneously wishes she could shove it right back in where it came from.
But she can't, so she puts on her brave face. The same face she's wearing when she comes to call on Lily. Her network usage was spotty, and texting a friend wasn't really the same as visiting them, anyway. Especially not when she's come with a peace offering in hand for not checking on her sooner. (It is not cupcakes, for the record. It is a very healthy and nutritious blueberry crumble!) Said peace offering is the first thing to appear in the doorway, dangled by its cute little bundled-up knot. ]
Delivery! Lily?
[ Harper pokes her head around the corner. ]
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Her eyes immediately start to bore holes in the floor, not raising her chin back to look at the other Cure. ]
H- hi, Harper...
[ If the shame weighing down her wasn't evident in her actions, it sure as hell was there in her voice. ]