[ jade does the unthinkable and goes back on her swear to not sneak into dave's room anymore.
it's not unprompted unlike before, of course, because that was a very serious swear. she doesn't want to give anyone the wrong impression (namely, her mother and father don't need to think their teenage daughter is sneaking out to spend the night in her boyfriend's bedroom so much as just going over to play a video game or watch a movie or color inside the lines of a lisa frank coloring book, as is the norm for them) so it was immediately put into place. tonight, though - she can't take it anymore. it's not like she hasn't lived through shoddy recollections of the memory at least once a week since it'd hit her. this is different; it's there. it's real. anyone can watch it.
it's a video, not a paper or a text. unfortunately, it's a high definition recollection in parts that seem near incomprehensible to people who can't figure it out but jade does and this planet is definitely god's forgotten animal crossing save if there's someone mean enough out there to make the one thing she was determined to never talk about with dave, ever, so easy to access.
her phone keeps going off with the notification and she dreams about it more vividly than usual, a near perfect piece by piece reconstruction of a corpse and a kiss. it'd be a good re-enactment of romeo and juliet if romeo hadn't died via the bleeding holes in his chest so that juliet could have died with thanks to the remaining poison on his lips. god's not a nice man to her, probably.
this time, the tell-tale plink, plink of pebbles at the window is urgent and not even seconds later there's a text: pelase open up, typo and all. then jade cannot wait that long (she isn't waiting at all because she's scared and tired) because the last image she has in her mind is dave's dead body in her arms, so she slips her fingers under the window and clings to the windowsill for dear life. even if it's near impossible to pull off, she is trying her hardest at pushing that window up herself from this position, and if she falls and breaks her arm again it's fine as long as she can see dave's alive. it's fine, it's fine. it's worth it. her arm is absolutely worth knowing dave is okay. she would give up so many things if it meant dave was okay and just getting out of bed still because she realizes it is damn late and if there's any luck in the world, then he's just sleeping.
(she can't stop thinking that his room is half packed away and covered in a layer of dust because he's not there anymore)
please be alive. "jade wolf watched dave strider die" has been blinking on her phone for hours now. ]
3/5 it's like. 4am? let's say super late.
it's not unprompted unlike before, of course, because that was a very serious swear. she doesn't want to give anyone the wrong impression (namely, her mother and father don't need to think their teenage daughter is sneaking out to spend the night in her boyfriend's bedroom so much as just going over to play a video game or watch a movie or color inside the lines of a lisa frank coloring book, as is the norm for them) so it was immediately put into place. tonight, though - she can't take it anymore. it's not like she hasn't lived through shoddy recollections of the memory at least once a week since it'd hit her. this is different; it's there. it's real. anyone can watch it.
it's a video, not a paper or a text. unfortunately, it's a high definition recollection in parts that seem near incomprehensible to people who can't figure it out but jade does and this planet is definitely god's forgotten animal crossing save if there's someone mean enough out there to make the one thing she was determined to never talk about with dave, ever, so easy to access.
her phone keeps going off with the notification and she dreams about it more vividly than usual, a near perfect piece by piece reconstruction of a corpse and a kiss. it'd be a good re-enactment of romeo and juliet if romeo hadn't died via the bleeding holes in his chest so that juliet could have died with thanks to the remaining poison on his lips. god's not a nice man to her, probably.
this time, the tell-tale plink, plink of pebbles at the window is urgent and not even seconds later there's a text: pelase open up, typo and all. then jade cannot wait that long (she isn't waiting at all because she's scared and tired) because the last image she has in her mind is dave's dead body in her arms, so she slips her fingers under the window and clings to the windowsill for dear life. even if it's near impossible to pull off, she is trying her hardest at pushing that window up herself from this position, and if she falls and breaks her arm again it's fine as long as she can see dave's alive. it's fine, it's fine. it's worth it. her arm is absolutely worth knowing dave is okay. she would give up so many things if it meant dave was okay and just getting out of bed still because she realizes it is damn late and if there's any luck in the world, then he's just sleeping.
(she can't stop thinking that his room is half packed away and covered in a layer of dust because he's not there anymore)
please be alive. "jade wolf watched dave strider die" has been blinking on her phone for hours now. ]