i've spent all of the love i've saved { open }

[rumorate]

WHO: Allison Hargreeves + YOU
WHEN: After the Beacon, through their stay at the inn
WHERE: Various.
WHAT: Allison comes back from a canon bump, and she's in not a great place.
WARNINGS: SPOILERS FOR THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY, SEASON 3.


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[downswing]

( Forgive him: the stuttered breath, the sharpening of features. How his hands weep their tension behind his back, clutching, tearing sightlessly the skin rounding his nails. He is no child, besieged by emotion.

In the white calling space of a banal cage, he isn't alone in this room. Allison Hargreeves feels too large, as if she steals the air from his lungs. Suffocating. )

Will you say so to his victims?

( To those rained upon by this wrath that must go somewhere. The edge of his voice is rusted, heavy. )

To those eviscerated by misplaced hurt? It is not the sickness of one.

[rumorate]

[The change in his body language is all it takes to see that she's misspoken, that she didn't fully understand the situation. That this person doesn't make the people around him pay with sharp words but actual death.]

I didn't know.

[She can admit that much.]

I'm not saying what he did is right. I'm just saying that I understand how that feels.

[downswing]

( And like garden snow, come dew and morning, the start of his agitation wanes. He recedes within himself, imperfectly appeased, yet brittle. The twitch of his mouth's corner threatening to deepen.

She did not know. At times, accidents stoke conversation. Not all comments are needling, prickling, entering below skin. This is no court of Jinlintai, he is not brought before nobles for dissection.

And yet. )

You possess an excess of empathy. ( Sayeth the stone. )

[rumorate]

Not always.

[It comes in waves and depends how much trauma's been placed at her door, but sometimes it is an old muscle that she can manage to work.]

But anger I understand. Sometimes it's really hard not to take it out on everything around you.

[downswing]

( There is an edge to experience, to sympathy and commiseration that betrays itself within heartbeats. She speaks, and he listens, and he hears the tinny notes of that compassion —

And he shields himself from outburst, from speaking his true mind. Nods, pleasantly, as if it costs him nothing to advocate for Jiang Cheng's fury. It comes with casualties, with dead things and feuds and years of silence.

It comes with the corner of Lan Wangji's mouth frosted, gaze sharp. )

Is that what you practise?

[rumorate]

No. At least, not unless it becomes too much. I'm only human.

[Though is she human? She never got that answer out of her father and Reggie definitely wasn't human, but that's a problem for another day.]