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Date: 2011-09-11 06:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com
[Dean watches Terezi hit her head once, twice, two more times after that. He knows the feeling all too well.

It's helplessness.
]

Yeah.

[After months. After years of trying to forget. Pieces fade away. Fragments of memory are lost, feelings change. They warp and bend with time. You remember to suffer, but you don't always remember the reason behind the pain.

But he can't tell her that.

She's practically a kid.
]

It'll be a while. And you'll wanna scream. Tear things apart, break 'em into pieces just 'cause you can. You won't feel the way you used to, because you're gonna be stronger if you ride it out.

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Date: 2011-09-22 10:29 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] turn4bout.livejournal.com
[ Terezi's quiet for a minute or so before responding. ]



[ She pulls back from the table, resting her head on her Scalemate again. With one finger, she reaches out, tears a bit of bread off the bun of the forgotten, cooling hamburger and nibbles it. Terezi remains silent during the whole process. Thoughtful, even. ]

[ How do you even describe someone you once called 'Sister'? ]



[ She makes a small hand-motion towards her eyes. ]



[ She tilts her head, facing the table. The expression on her face is a mix between confusion and worry. No one's supposed to see that. ]

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Date: 2011-09-30 08:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com
[This is starting to sound painfully familiar to what future!Sam was rambling about. Betrayal of the worst kind. From the closest of people.

And this Vriska took Terezi's sight? Trolls are a lot more brutal than Dean took them for.
]

Hey, I know. You still care, and it still fucking hurts.

[He gets up and scoots around the table, throwing an arm over her shoulders.]

You're gonna be all right, kiddo. You're tough as nails.

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Date: 2011-10-07 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] turn4bout.livejournal.com
[ She'll lean over, sniffing and (gently) headbutting at Dean's arm. Bunp, bunp, bunp. This is about as genuinely affection she'll get with anyone who she isn't flushed for. Bunp, bunp, bunp, bunp. ]

[ There's the ghost of her usual grin on her face. ]

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Date: 2011-10-08 08:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com
No prob.

[Dean smiles crookedly, pulling his arm back and nudging her with his shoulder instead.]

But lemme know if you ever wanna talk again. I always got pie in the fridge.

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Date: 2011-10-09 03:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dashboardlite.livejournal.com
What, are you kidding? We can have pie all the damn time.

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Date: 2011-10-09 04:59 pm (UTC)

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