benhargreeves (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
benhargreeves) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
redshiftlogs2019-10-06 09:46 pm
benhargreeves) wrote in redshiftlogs2019-10-06 09:46 pm
[closed] can't we give ourselves one more chance?
Who: Ben, Cole, Ami
What: Cole and Ami need to Talk™ and Ben is there to mediate and make everybody feel safe and copacetic
When: October 7
Where: The library
He had agonized over where would be the best place to do this, once Ami had given him the heads-up that she felt ready. (Maybe throwing that party was good for her mental health, she felt steady enough in herself to face all this). His first thought had been the library, but then he'd doubted that, questioned it. Is that just where he feels safest? That's not important here. What is important is making Cole and Ami both feel comfortable and safe, helping them to hear one another and overcome their fear of one another so that they can help each other out.
But he'd listed all the other options he knew in the Anchor, and each had its own set of drawbacks. In the end he'd returned to the library again - it's brightly-lit and quiet, with comfortable chairs, nooks if either need a moment of privacy, but not convoluted enough that the space will pose an issue.
So he picks the time - late morning - and brings in some snacks (such as they are). That's definitely Grace's influence. Ben wishes briefly she were here, that he could ask her if there is anything he is missing, how to be sure he is helping and making them both feel okay.
He arrives before either of the others; he'd come fifteen minutes before the time he'd told both of them. He had also said, to each, to reiterate, that he ws there for them, there to help, and that he wouldn't let anything bad happen, while he was around.
What: Cole and Ami need to Talk™ and Ben is there to mediate and make everybody feel safe and copacetic
When: October 7
Where: The library
He had agonized over where would be the best place to do this, once Ami had given him the heads-up that she felt ready. (Maybe throwing that party was good for her mental health, she felt steady enough in herself to face all this). His first thought had been the library, but then he'd doubted that, questioned it. Is that just where he feels safest? That's not important here. What is important is making Cole and Ami both feel comfortable and safe, helping them to hear one another and overcome their fear of one another so that they can help each other out.
But he'd listed all the other options he knew in the Anchor, and each had its own set of drawbacks. In the end he'd returned to the library again - it's brightly-lit and quiet, with comfortable chairs, nooks if either need a moment of privacy, but not convoluted enough that the space will pose an issue.
So he picks the time - late morning - and brings in some snacks (such as they are). That's definitely Grace's influence. Ben wishes briefly she were here, that he could ask her if there is anything he is missing, how to be sure he is helping and making them both feel okay.
He arrives before either of the others; he'd come fifteen minutes before the time he'd told both of them. He had also said, to each, to reiterate, that he ws there for them, there to help, and that he wouldn't let anything bad happen, while he was around.
1/2
Some elements of the word salad are familiar. Aradia, Maid of Time. The voices of the dead, insistent. But there's more, treading new ground, and she needs a moment to turn the words over in her head.
Benevolent. All will be right. Two memories, one person.
"I... think I understand," she says tentatively. It doesn't answer all her questions - if it wasn't a separate Aradia controlling her body, then how'd the writing get there? But it does address the biggest one, if she's hearing this right. Aradia is not a monster. She's not all apathy and rage and violence-just-to-feel-something. And that, if it's true, is a huge relief.
But it also challenges that assumption of doom she's been carrying for months. She's been trying (and failing) to accept the inevitability that, just as her body becomes more Aradia's, so will her mind. The idea that she'll still be Ami almost feels like too much to hope for. But that one line sticks with her.
Her eyes turn downward, pensive. "A butterfly..."