In the eye of a hurricane, there is quiet, for just a moment, a yellow sky...

[wolfishflame]

Characters: Aly Haskell and Devin Parker
Date: April 7
Location: The roof of the Dreaming Bridge
Situation: Aly's absolutely losing it. Continued from here.
Warnings/Rating: PTSD, maybe?

The words are unclear at first, because she's mumbling into Devin's shoulder. She doesn't deserve this, because she's screwed up so badly that it's all going to fall to pieces around her. It's all going to collapse, and it's her fault. She could have done so much to prevent it, but looking back won't change anything.

Nothing will change anything.

Ever.

"It's my fault. It's my fault. It's my fault. I screwed up. It's my fault, I didn't...it's my fault."

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[annihilist]

"Four Quartets," Devin answers simply, standing briefly to rinse out the cloth before resuming cleaning off Aly's fingers. He'll see if he can find a nail kit, if she'll let him go so far as to use it to scrape away the last remnants of blood. Later, when he's a little surer of her mental state. If he can be sure; they may react similarly to some things, but they are different enough that Devin has to be careful not to lend her his worst habits.

"I find repetition helps," he says without context at first, wondering how best to explain. After a few seconds, Devin continues: "It's like listening to the same song before you go to sleep every night; eventually, the brain associates the song with sleep, and it helps you drift off. I use the poem for something similar. For those times when I have no other solid ground."