09-03-2020, 12:41 PM
Georgia grumbled a lot about Deniz moving in with her. She knew he didn't want to move with his mother and siblings, and that he was sticking around to keep an eye on her; to make sure she didn't jump out the window or something else stupid. And while it bothered an unknown part of her to have him breathing down her neck, she couldn't admit that it wasn't nice. He brought baubles and knick knacks into their dwelling, laying them on the counters and pinning them to what little wall space they had. It made the place feel...lived in. Welcoming. Of course, Georgia's upper half of the loft was still barren; she'd torn down her pictures and other things the day after her break down. She was almost positive she'd be in a worse place if he wasn't here to keep food in the house and her own mood just above the breaking point.
She was, in fact, in bed when Deniz stirred; she'd been listening to him cry quietly for a little while now. She'd been working up the means to go and comfort him, but decided in the end that she'd say something that made it worse. She could barely keep herself together at the moment - she needn't go and ruin someone else because she was losing it. However, when she heard the couch retract and heard him shuffle around, the girl rolled over, hand pushing her hair away from her eyes so she could see what he was doing. Picking things up - packing, she realized. Something like a stone dropped in her stomach.
When he left the note, Georgia felt a pure bit of panic pierce her heart. The first thing that popped into her mind was suicide note, and she did everything in her power not to sprint down the ladder and snatch it up. She waited until he left before checking - and couldn't decide whether she wanted to breathe a sigh of relief or frown. She ended up doing neither, but folded up the note and tucked it into her hoodie pocket anyway. She walked to the window and watched him traipse down to the water's edge, dragging her hands through her hair in a frustrated manner.
Georgia would much rather eat sticks than admit to being wrong; especially when admitting to being wrong meant that she was confessing that she needed help. She also knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she was likely being very selfish. Deniz had just experienced a death in his immediate family, and his siblings were nowhere to be found. The same little voice responded with too much ease that he hadn't just learned that he murdered his father, like her problems were somehow exponentially worse.
She found herself following him anyway, climbing down the ladder to join him on the beach. She picked up his satchel for a moment, brushing the sand off and making sure nothing had fallen out. This boy had accepted and done for her what no one else had managed to do yet, and it was only decent of her to return half of his favor. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't do something - and she could hardly live with herself as it was.
Setting his satchel down, Geo slowly made her way over to him, listening, wondering what she could possibly say. She watched him look towards the deep marks in the sand from Sam's funeral procession - something she hadn't attended. She had been too afraid she would snap. Now, she only felt guilty about it, biting her lip and wondering if Deniz would have attended her father's funeral had he known her at the time.
When he wasn't looking, she waved a hand, and a breeze shifted off the ocean to push sand over the markings, covering them from view. Some reminders of loved ones were nice; not all of them were enjoyable. From there, she fiddled with her hands, doing her very best to get over her hatred of the water and the ocean at the moment, telling herself that this was more important. It was frustrating, to say in the least, and Georgia stood there on the beach for a good five minutes before finally dismissing all thoughts from her brain as best she could.
She moved forwards, next to him, sitting close enough that her knee brushed against his leg. Georgia reached out with a hand, resting it on his shoulder, thumb gently moving against his skin. She said nothing, but slid her arm around him anyways, leaning in to rest her cheek against him, and slipped the note back into one of his pockets. He was grieving, and she wanted to be there. That was all she cared about. She couldn't take care of herself, but shit if she was going to let anybody else fall into the same hole.
She was, in fact, in bed when Deniz stirred; she'd been listening to him cry quietly for a little while now. She'd been working up the means to go and comfort him, but decided in the end that she'd say something that made it worse. She could barely keep herself together at the moment - she needn't go and ruin someone else because she was losing it. However, when she heard the couch retract and heard him shuffle around, the girl rolled over, hand pushing her hair away from her eyes so she could see what he was doing. Picking things up - packing, she realized. Something like a stone dropped in her stomach.
When he left the note, Georgia felt a pure bit of panic pierce her heart. The first thing that popped into her mind was suicide note, and she did everything in her power not to sprint down the ladder and snatch it up. She waited until he left before checking - and couldn't decide whether she wanted to breathe a sigh of relief or frown. She ended up doing neither, but folded up the note and tucked it into her hoodie pocket anyway. She walked to the window and watched him traipse down to the water's edge, dragging her hands through her hair in a frustrated manner.
Georgia would much rather eat sticks than admit to being wrong; especially when admitting to being wrong meant that she was confessing that she needed help. She also knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she was likely being very selfish. Deniz had just experienced a death in his immediate family, and his siblings were nowhere to be found. The same little voice responded with too much ease that he hadn't just learned that he murdered his father, like her problems were somehow exponentially worse.
She found herself following him anyway, climbing down the ladder to join him on the beach. She picked up his satchel for a moment, brushing the sand off and making sure nothing had fallen out. This boy had accepted and done for her what no one else had managed to do yet, and it was only decent of her to return half of his favor. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if she didn't do something - and she could hardly live with herself as it was.
Setting his satchel down, Geo slowly made her way over to him, listening, wondering what she could possibly say. She watched him look towards the deep marks in the sand from Sam's funeral procession - something she hadn't attended. She had been too afraid she would snap. Now, she only felt guilty about it, biting her lip and wondering if Deniz would have attended her father's funeral had he known her at the time.
When he wasn't looking, she waved a hand, and a breeze shifted off the ocean to push sand over the markings, covering them from view. Some reminders of loved ones were nice; not all of them were enjoyable. From there, she fiddled with her hands, doing her very best to get over her hatred of the water and the ocean at the moment, telling herself that this was more important. It was frustrating, to say in the least, and Georgia stood there on the beach for a good five minutes before finally dismissing all thoughts from her brain as best she could.
She moved forwards, next to him, sitting close enough that her knee brushed against his leg. Georgia reached out with a hand, resting it on his shoulder, thumb gently moving against his skin. She said nothing, but slid her arm around him anyways, leaning in to rest her cheek against him, and slipped the note back into one of his pockets. He was grieving, and she wanted to be there. That was all she cared about. She couldn't take care of herself, but shit if she was going to let anybody else fall into the same hole.
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THE SEA WAVES ARE MY EVENING GOWN:
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[glow=#3e4242,200,600]YOU ARE THE RITE OF MOVEMENT[/glow]
*:･ﾟ✧ — georgia sarris-rosi — demigod of the sea — tags