CHARACTERS: Nigredo (decompose) and Isaac Clarke (eyepokes)
DATE: backdated to week 13 oops
RATING: PG-13 for possible swearing
SUMMARY: Alayne is gone for now, Isaac's dumb and can't take care of himself, so Nigredo is doing it for him.

[It's like there is this large empty space, now. Where Alayne and Lady used to be. White noise, static, nothing. There are no songs and none of her poems. There is none of her there. None of Lady there. Spaces that Nigredo feels deeply. The same empty places that he'll always feel the same as when his brothers left. Or we're destroyed. Or were any number of equally awful things that make him feel sick thinking about. He worries that the same happened to Alayne and Lady. Worries that they're gone for good. That what they've left behind really is empty. A thought that sucker punches him when he's least expecting it. (Nigredo will try not to ponder it, and as soon as even the smallest thread creeps in there is no stopping the rest of it, and he is almost nearly doubled over from the force.) Leaves him partially sick and almost afraid. And guilty, with the fact that he wanted them near. Concerned over the possibility that that was a better alternative than what could potentially happen, become worse.

Not for himself, however. Well, not only for himself, anyways. Nigredo can and will survive. That much he's certain of. It's Isaac he's more mindful of. (Always ready to swallow down his own unpleasant mood in favor of doing what he does best: look after someone else, crush uncertainty and fear and anger underfoot as much as possible.) It's Isaac he feels he needs to shove into some kind of order.

Before the man drowns. Or, really, just as worse.

This place has that kind of horror to it, naturally. Wouldn't be the first time anyone has lost what's left of their minds. He's fairly sure the man wouldn't even remember to lace his own boots if no one reminded him. And sleep? Well, that was a whole other story.

As it stands, Nigredo wiggles the classroom door open, precariously balancing food with him. He's no cook but he tries. Whatever he can throw together and remembers at least tasted well enough-- an attempt to make it appetizing to encourage Isaac to eat in the first place, if need be. A grunt and he's through to door, quickly putting plates on the work table, never mind that Isaac might be in the middle of something.

When you have no voice you find other ways to get people's attention.]