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Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

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*deep breath*

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*cries*

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AT LEAST ZACK IS DEAD

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BUT HER FAMILY ARE YOU KIDDING ME??

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THAT'S SO HEARTBREAKING

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My eyes are literally misty, my dude

 

 

 

 

 

i was listening to one of my playlists while i was writing it and a sad song came on and i was like "NOPE OR I'M GOING TO CRY"

i skipped it so fast xD

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

4 minutes ago, Kajsa said:

i was listening to one of my playlists while i was writing it and a sad song came on and i was like "NOPE OR I'M GOING TO CRY"

i skipped it so fast xD

IT'S SO GOOD

Poor Bella though . . .

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1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

IT'S SO GOOD

Poor Bella though . . .

THANK YOU

she'll be okay  

Edited February 4, 2025 by Kajsa

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Kajsa said:

THANK YOU

she'll be okay  

GOOD THANK GOODNESS I LIKE HER

[kajsa ㅇㅅㅇ she/her]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

GOOD THANK GOODNESS I LIKE HER

ME TOO

TRUST

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Kajsa said:

ME TOO

TRUST

I SHALL

*zack flashbacks*

I WON'T

[kajsa ㅇㅅㅇ she/her]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

I SHALL

*zack flashbacks*

I WON'T

............truuuusstttttt

[Wittles he/him]

I just got caught up and 

Spoiler

FINALLY YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE ZACK

I got very sad at the end

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

7 minutes ago, Wittles said:

I just got caught up and 

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FINALLY YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE ZACK

I got very sad at the end

Spoiler

FRRRRR

 

 

41 minutes ago, Kajsa said:

............truuuusstttttt

BUTBUTBUTBUT NO

BUT GLASS SHARDS AND BROKEN WINDOWS AND GUN BARRELS 

NO

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

What kind of hell does he get 

[Wittles he/him]

Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

What kind of hell does he get 

Super hell

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

What kind of hell does he get 

The deepest darkest pit of hell that has ever existed

. . .

maybe I'm not being completely fair 

BUT I HATE HIMMMMMMMMMMMM ARGH

[kajsa ㅇㅅㅇ she/her]

10 hours ago, Wittles said:

I just got caught up and 

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FINALLY YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE ZACK

I got very sad at the end

ik it is sad BUT IT GETS HAPPY

i have two more parts to write and then it’s probably gonna be done and then i’ll edit it

9 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

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FRRRRR

 

 

BUTBUTBUTBUT NO

BUT GLASS SHARDS AND BROKEN WINDOWS AND GUN BARRELS 

NO

JUST TRUST OKAY

TRUST

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 hours ago, Kajsa said:

ik it is sad BUT IT GETS HAPPY

i have two more parts to write and then it’s probably gonna be done and then i’ll edit it

JUST TRUST OKAY

TRUST

*hiss*

FINE

[kajsa ㅇㅅㅇ she/her]

nine

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NINE

 

 

 

Kiesha awoke in a dark room, lit only by a few candles. She lay in a comfortable bed with just enough blankets to keep her cozy. 

She could hear voices outside, along with occasional footsteps.

She couldn’t move, though, and the pain was unbearable. It was everywhere—her head, behind her eyes, her stomach, her back, her joints... 

Sleep dragged her back under.

She drifted in and out of consciousness for a long time. She was always greeted by the pain, and sometimes she was greeted with a face or two, but she could never quite make out who they belonged to before the darkness called her again. There were voices, too, disconnected from reality and warped. She had to strain to hear the actual words, so she stopped trying after a while. Just the sound of them was comforting enough—familiar. 

Finally, days later, she awoke, coming to a realer kind of consciousness than she had before. Her eyelids felt heavy, and when she opened them, it was all blurry. She wasn’t dizzy, though, the room wasn’t spinning, and the pain was less. She could feel a rough hand under her own, fingers twined together.

Zack.

She tried to pull away, but she barely managed to twitch her fingers. Panicked, she tried again, but Zack’s hand just closed around hers tighter. 

“Shhh,” he whispered. His voice was deeper than usual. “It’s okay, gumdrop.”

Kiesha froze. Oh.

It took an infuriating amount of effort, but after a few tries, she managed to rasp, “Daddy?”

“It’s me,” he whispered, voice husky, closer than it had been before. He kissed her forehead, his free hand brushing her hair off her skin. “I came to find you.”

Her throat felt swollen, and it only tightened as tears welled up in her eyes. “I–I couldn’t do it,” she murmured, nearly choking over the words. It suddenly became hard to breathe. Her father must have heard the struggle and gently shushed her.

“Shh,” he repeated, stroking her hair. “It’s okay. You did everything you could. You helped us so much, honey.”

“I didn’t do enough,” she strained.

“You did more.”

She closed her eyes against the tears that leaked out anyway. She tried to focus on just breathing, but they were more gasps than breaths, convulsive and shallow. Her father kept smoothing her hair, kept hold of her hand until she stopped. 

He brushed away her tears. “You did everything you set out to do. Your brother’s okay.”

“Mom’s not. And Celia, and Shaeli—”

“That wasn’t your fault,” he rumbled. “None of them were your fault. Nothing that happened to us was your fault.”

“But I—”

“No buts. I don’t know where this is coming from, gumdrop, but you need to get it out of your head. You helped us.”

“I should have done more,” she sobbed, gasping through the pain. “I should have just let the foreman do what he wanted—a–and I should have trusted Zack, or at least made him think so—I would have made more, you could have bought medicine, maybe if I’d gotten a different job–I should have just let them have me—”

“Kiesha.”

“—none of them would be—”

“Kiesha.”

She swallowed hard, closed her eyes, and tried to lift her hand to her eyes. It was too heavy. She gave up.

This all felt so impossible… “What happened to Zack?”

“I’ve got questions too,” he said softly, “and I’ll answer all of yours. But now isn’t the time to discuss any of them. You need to rest, gumdrop.”

“Is Kieran okay?”

“Yes. Rest.”

She didn’t have the energy to fight him any longer, so she nodded weakly and closed her eyes. 

A few hours later, Kiesha came to again. The room was quiet, and nobody was there. She wondered vaguely where she was. A hospital? No, it was too quiet to be a hospital. A house? Whose? Why wasn’t she dead? He’d shot her in the head, hadn’t he?

But there were no bandages there. Just around her stomach, where the first shot had landed. She could feel bruising on her neck—she couldn’t move it at all, and she recalled how hard it had been to speak. Her bones were lead, her head was full of helium, and somewhere in the middle, she felt ready to puke. It was like her body had finally had the last straw and decided to give out all at once. 

The door creaked open, and Kiesha tried to look over but was swiftly and painfully reminded that she couldn’t. There were footsteps, and the mattress cushioned the weight of another body. 

That body belonged to a muscular girl with a short black undercut and grey eyes. She was tall and strong, intimidating, but her smile melted all of that away.

Hera. 

Tears sprang to Kiesha’s eyes, and she opened her mouth to say something, but Hera put a finger to her lips.

“Don’t strain yourself, Kiesha.”

“You’re here,” she managed anyway. Her throat felt like a pincushion, and her voice was the pins.

“I’m here,” Hera replied, face softening. She was holding a bowl of half-eaten soup, and she glanced down at it. “Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“When did you eat last?”

“Th–the same day I got shot.” She coughed weakly, and it turned into hacking.

Hera put her hand on Kiesha’s cheek. “Shh, Ki. You’ll hurt yourself.”

The fit subsided after a minute, and both sisters fell silent. Hera was examining Kiesha, or at least the parts of her above the blankets. She pulled her hand away to steady her bowl of soup. “Did Dad tell you what happened?”

She remained silent.

“No?—I didn’t think he would. Zack’s… dead.”

Kiesha swallowed with some effort, surprised. She’d expected to feel empty—her Zack had died a long, long time ago. But still, something inside the pit of her stomach stirred, painful, and it made her uncomfortable. He’d always seemed so invincible.

“He was trying to kill you,” Hera reminded her, “so Dad shot him. When we stopped getting your letters, well… we knew something was wrong.” She met her sister’s gaze, eyes full of questions. “You’ll tell me everything once you’re well, won’t you?”

She managed a very, very small nod. 

“Good.—Kieran’s pissed.”

Her eyes widened, and suddenly she mustered the energy to try and sit up. It didn’t work very well, but she struggled anyway. “Kieran? He’s here? Where? How is he? Can I see him?” She started coughing again, worse than before, and she gasped for breath.

Hera pushed her back down. “Stop moving!” She waited until Kiesha stilled, then stood and set the soup down on the nightstand. “I… I’ll go get him.”

“Okay.”

She left, and moments later, her twin brother burst through the door. He flung his arms around her, awakening all kinds of pain all over her body. She cried out, and Hera scolded him. He pulled away, swiping at his eyes. They looked more vibrant than she’d remembered.

Or maybe her own had just faded. 

He looked different in other respects, too. He had some minor facial scars, and he looked older. Not quite as strong as he had once been. 

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and his hands started to move rapidly. Kiesha frowned, and Hera stopped Kieran. “I haven’t told her.”

His hands faltered, and then he dropped them to his sides.

“After his accident, the doctors were able to do a lot for him. He’s making a near full recovery. They just… couldn’t really save…… his vocal cords. He’s learning sign language.”

Kiesha blinked several times, trying to process. “S—so he’s just… never going to speak again?” 

“N–no. He’s not. And neither will you if you don’t stop talking.”

She sighed. 

After a pause, Kieran slowly started speaking with his hands. Hera translated. 

‘We never should have let you leave. I never trusted Zack.’

“You were his friend,” Kiesha managed, and Kieran scowled. 

‘I shouldn’t have been. Bastar—.’ Hera stopped short, then shot a disapproving look at Kieran. He just shrugged. 

Kiesha tried to smile, tried to agree, but it just felt wrong. She stayed silent and focused on breathing.

“We’ll let you rest.” Hera started for the door, but Kiesha strained to speak. 

“Stay here,” she managed.

“You have to rest.”

“I will. Just stay here. Please."

“...okay.” 

Hera came back over and retrieved her bowl of soup, and Kieran settled on the mattress by Kiesha. He took her hand, held it between both of his. 

In the quiet, Kiesha drifted back into the darkness.

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yep

Fix You by Coldplay makes this scene a vibe

Edited February 7, 2025 by Kajsa

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35 minutes ago, Kajsa said:

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NINE

 

 

 

Kiesha awoke in a dark room, lit only by a few candles. She lay in a comfortable bed with just enough blankets to keep her cozy. 

She could hear voices outside, along with occasional footsteps.

She couldn’t move, though, and the pain was unbearable. It was everywhere—her head, behind her eyes, her stomach, her back, her joints... 

Sleep dragged her back under.

She drifted in and out of consciousness for a long time. She was always greeted by the pain, and sometimes she was greeted with a face or two, but she could never quite make out who they belonged to before the darkness called her again. There were voices, too, disconnected from reality and warped. She had to strain to hear the actual words, so she stopped trying after a while. Just the sound of them was comforting enough—familiar. 

Finally, days later, she awoke, coming to a realer kind of consciousness than she had before. Her eyelids felt heavy, and when she opened them, it was all blurry. She wasn’t dizzy, though, the room wasn’t spinning, and the pain was less. She could feel a rough hand under her own, fingers twined together.

Zack.

She tried to pull away, but she barely managed to twitch her fingers. Panicked, she tried again, but Zack’s hand just closed around hers tighter. 

“Shhh,” he whispered. His voice was deeper than usual. “It’s okay, gumdrop.”

Kiesha froze. Oh.

It took an infuriating amount of effort, but after a few tries, she managed to rasp, “Daddy?”

“It’s me,” he whispered, voice husky, closer than it had been before. He kissed her forehead, his free hand brushing her hair off her skin. “I came to find you.”

Her throat felt swollen, and it only tightened as tears welled up in her eyes. “I–I couldn’t do it,” she murmured, nearly choking over the words. It suddenly became hard to breathe. Her father must have heard the struggle and gently shushed her.

“Shh,” he repeated, stroking her hair. “It’s okay. You did everything you could. You helped us so much, honey.”

“I didn’t do enough,” she strained.

“You did more.”

She closed her eyes against the tears that leaked out anyway. She tried to focus on just breathing, but they were more gasps than breaths, convulsive and shallow. Her father kept smoothing her hair, kept hold of her hand until she stopped. 

He brushed away her tears. “You did everything you set out to do. Your brother’s okay.”

“Mom’s not. And Celia, and Shaeli—”

“That wasn’t your fault,” he rumbled. “None of them were your fault. Nothing that happened to us was your fault.”

“But I—”

“No buts. I don’t know where this is coming from, gumdrop, but you need to get it out of your head. You helped us.”

“I should have done more,” she sobbed, gasping through the pain. “I should have just let the foreman do what he wanted—a–and I should have trusted Zack, or at least made him think so—I would have made more, you could have bought medicine, maybe if I’d gotten a different job–I should have just let them have me—”

“Kiesha.”

“—none of them would be—”

“Kiesha.”

She swallowed hard, closed her eyes, and tried to lift her hand to her eyes. It was too heavy. She gave up.

This all felt so impossible… “What happened to Zack?”

“I’ve got questions too,” he said softly, “and I’ll answer all of yours. But now isn’t the time to discuss any of them. You need to rest, gumdrop.”

“Is Kieran okay?”

“Yes. Rest.”

She didn’t have the energy to fight him any longer, so she nodded weakly and closed her eyes. 

A few hours later, Kiesha came to again. The room was quiet, and nobody was there. She wondered vaguely where she was. A hospital? No, it was too quiet to be a hospital. A house? Whose? Why wasn’t she dead? He’d shot her in the head, hadn’t he?

But there were no bandages there. Just around her stomach, where the first shot had landed. She could feel bruising on her neck—she couldn’t move it at all, and she recalled how hard it had been to speak. Her bones were lead, her head was full of helium, and somewhere in the middle, she felt ready to puke. It was like her body had finally had the last straw and decided to give out all at once. 

The door creaked open, and Kiesha tried to look over but was swiftly and painfully reminded that she couldn’t. There were footsteps, and the mattress cushioned the weight of another body. 

That body belonged to a muscular girl with a short black undercut and grey eyes. She was tall and strong, intimidating, but her smile melted all of that away.

Hera. 

Tears sprang to Kiesha’s eyes, and she opened her mouth to say something, but Hera put a finger to her lips.

“Don’t strain yourself, Kiesha.”

“You’re here,” she managed anyway. Her throat felt like a pincushion, and her voice was the pins.

“I’m here,” Hera replied, face softening. She was holding a bowl of half-eaten soup, and she glanced down at it. “Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“When did you eat last?”

“Th–the same day.” She coughed weakly, and it turned into hacking.

Hera put her hand on Kiesha’s cheek. “Shh, Ki. You’ll hurt yourself.”

The fit subsided after a minute, and both sisters fell silent. Hera was examining Kiesha, or at least the parts of her above the blankets. She pulled her hand away to steady her bowl of soup. “Did Dad tell you what happened?”

She remained silent.

“No?—I didn’t think he would. Zack’s… dead.”

Kiesha swallowed with some effort, surprised. She’d expected to feel empty—her Zack had died a long, long time ago. But still, something inside the pit of her stomach stirred, painful, and it made her uncomfortable. He’d always seemed so invincible.

“He was trying to kill you,” Hera reminded her, “so Dad shot him. When we stopped getting your letters, well… we knew something was wrong.” She met her sister’s gaze, eyes full of questions. “You’ll tell me everything once you’re well, won’t you?”

She managed a very, very small nod. 

“Good.—Kieran’s pissed.”

Her eyes widened, and suddenly she mustered the energy to try and sit up. It didn’t work very well, but she struggled anyway. “Kieran? He’s here? Where? How is he? Can I see him?” She started coughing again, worse than before, and she gasped for breath.

Hera pushed her back down. “Stop moving!” She waited until Kiesha stilled, then stood and set the soup down on the nightstand. “I… I’ll go get him.”

“Okay.”

She left, and moments later, her twin brother burst through the door. He flung his arms around her, awakening all kinds of pain all over her body. She cried out, and Hera scolded him. He pulled away, swiping at his eyes. They looked more vibrant than she’d remembered.

Or maybe her own had just faded. 

He looked different in other respects, too. He had some minor facial scars, and he looked older. Not quite as strong as he had once been. 

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and his hands started to move rapidly. Kiesha frowned, and Hera stopped Kieran. “I haven’t told her.”

His hands faltered, and then he dropped them to his sides.

“After his accident, the doctors were able to do a lot for him. He’s making a near full recovery. They just… couldn’t really save…… his vocal cords. He’s learning sign language.”

Kiesha blinked several times, trying to process. “S—so he’s just… never going to speak again?” 

“N–no. He’s not. And neither will you if you don’t stop talking.”

She sighed. 

After a pause, Kieran slowly started speaking with his hands. Hera translated. 

‘We never should have let you leave. I never trusted Zack.’

“You were his friend,” Kiesha managed, and Kieran scowled. 

‘I shouldn’t have been. Bastar—.’ Hera stopped short, then shot a disapproving look at Kieran. He just shrugged. 

Kiesha tried to smile, tried to agree, but it just felt wrong. She stayed silent and focused on breathing.

“We’ll let you rest.” Hera started for the door, but Kiesha strained to speak. 

“Stay here,” she managed.

“You have to rest.”

“I will.”

“...okay.” 

Hera came back over and retrieved her bowl of soup, and Kieran settled on the mattress by Kiesha. He took her hand, held it between both of his. 

In the quiet, Kiesha drifted back into the darkness.

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yep

Fix You by Coldplay makes this scene a vibe

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

[kajsa ㅇㅅㅇ she/her]

32 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

[Cash67]

6 hours ago, Kajsa said:

nine

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NINE

 

 

 

Kiesha awoke in a dark room, lit only by a few candles. She lay in a comfortable bed with just enough blankets to keep her cozy. 

She could hear voices outside, along with occasional footsteps.

She couldn’t move, though, and the pain was unbearable. It was everywhere—her head, behind her eyes, her stomach, her back, her joints... 

Sleep dragged her back under.

She drifted in and out of consciousness for a long time. She was always greeted by the pain, and sometimes she was greeted with a face or two, but she could never quite make out who they belonged to before the darkness called her again. There were voices, too, disconnected from reality and warped. She had to strain to hear the actual words, so she stopped trying after a while. Just the sound of them was comforting enough—familiar. 

Finally, days later, she awoke, coming to a realer kind of consciousness than she had before. Her eyelids felt heavy, and when she opened them, it was all blurry. She wasn’t dizzy, though, the room wasn’t spinning, and the pain was less. She could feel a rough hand under her own, fingers twined together.

Zack.

She tried to pull away, but she barely managed to twitch her fingers. Panicked, she tried again, but Zack’s hand just closed around hers tighter. 

“Shhh,” he whispered. His voice was deeper than usual. “It’s okay, gumdrop.”

Kiesha froze. Oh.

It took an infuriating amount of effort, but after a few tries, she managed to rasp, “Daddy?”

“It’s me,” he whispered, voice husky, closer than it had been before. He kissed her forehead, his free hand brushing her hair off her skin. “I came to find you.”

Her throat felt swollen, and it only tightened as tears welled up in her eyes. “I–I couldn’t do it,” she murmured, nearly choking over the words. It suddenly became hard to breathe. Her father must have heard the struggle and gently shushed her.

“Shh,” he repeated, stroking her hair. “It’s okay. You did everything you could. You helped us so much, honey.”

“I didn’t do enough,” she strained.

“You did more.”

She closed her eyes against the tears that leaked out anyway. She tried to focus on just breathing, but they were more gasps than breaths, convulsive and shallow. Her father kept smoothing her hair, kept hold of her hand until she stopped. 

He brushed away her tears. “You did everything you set out to do. Your brother’s okay.”

“Mom’s not. And Celia, and Shaeli—”

“That wasn’t your fault,” he rumbled. “None of them were your fault. Nothing that happened to us was your fault.”

“But I—”

“No buts. I don’t know where this is coming from, gumdrop, but you need to get it out of your head. You helped us.”

“I should have done more,” she sobbed, gasping through the pain. “I should have just let the foreman do what he wanted—a–and I should have trusted Zack, or at least made him think so—I would have made more, you could have bought medicine, maybe if I’d gotten a different job–I should have just let them have me—”

“Kiesha.”

“—none of them would be—”

“Kiesha.”

She swallowed hard, closed her eyes, and tried to lift her hand to her eyes. It was too heavy. She gave up.

This all felt so impossible… “What happened to Zack?”

“I’ve got questions too,” he said softly, “and I’ll answer all of yours. But now isn’t the time to discuss any of them. You need to rest, gumdrop.”

“Is Kieran okay?”

“Yes. Rest.”

She didn’t have the energy to fight him any longer, so she nodded weakly and closed her eyes. 

A few hours later, Kiesha came to again. The room was quiet, and nobody was there. She wondered vaguely where she was. A hospital? No, it was too quiet to be a hospital. A house? Whose? Why wasn’t she dead? He’d shot her in the head, hadn’t he?

But there were no bandages there. Just around her stomach, where the first shot had landed. She could feel bruising on her neck—she couldn’t move it at all, and she recalled how hard it had been to speak. Her bones were lead, her head was full of helium, and somewhere in the middle, she felt ready to puke. It was like her body had finally had the last straw and decided to give out all at once. 

The door creaked open, and Kiesha tried to look over but was swiftly and painfully reminded that she couldn’t. There were footsteps, and the mattress cushioned the weight of another body. 

That body belonged to a muscular girl with a short black undercut and grey eyes. She was tall and strong, intimidating, but her smile melted all of that away.

Hera. 

Tears sprang to Kiesha’s eyes, and she opened her mouth to say something, but Hera put a finger to her lips.

“Don’t strain yourself, Kiesha.”

“You’re here,” she managed anyway. Her throat felt like a pincushion, and her voice was the pins.

“I’m here,” Hera replied, face softening. She was holding a bowl of half-eaten soup, and she glanced down at it. “Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“When did you eat last?”

“Th–the same day I got shot.” She coughed weakly, and it turned into hacking.

Hera put her hand on Kiesha’s cheek. “Shh, Ki. You’ll hurt yourself.”

The fit subsided after a minute, and both sisters fell silent. Hera was examining Kiesha, or at least the parts of her above the blankets. She pulled her hand away to steady her bowl of soup. “Did Dad tell you what happened?”

She remained silent.

“No?—I didn’t think he would. Zack’s… dead.”

Kiesha swallowed with some effort, surprised. She’d expected to feel empty—her Zack had died a long, long time ago. But still, something inside the pit of her stomach stirred, painful, and it made her uncomfortable. He’d always seemed so invincible.

“He was trying to kill you,” Hera reminded her, “so Dad shot him. When we stopped getting your letters, well… we knew something was wrong.” She met her sister’s gaze, eyes full of questions. “You’ll tell me everything once you’re well, won’t you?”

She managed a very, very small nod. 

“Good.—Kieran’s pissed.”

Her eyes widened, and suddenly she mustered the energy to try and sit up. It didn’t work very well, but she struggled anyway. “Kieran? He’s here? Where? How is he? Can I see him?” She started coughing again, worse than before, and she gasped for breath.

Hera pushed her back down. “Stop moving!” She waited until Kiesha stilled, then stood and set the soup down on the nightstand. “I… I’ll go get him.”

“Okay.”

She left, and moments later, her twin brother burst through the door. He flung his arms around her, awakening all kinds of pain all over her body. She cried out, and Hera scolded him. He pulled away, swiping at his eyes. They looked more vibrant than she’d remembered.

Or maybe her own had just faded. 

He looked different in other respects, too. He had some minor facial scars, and he looked older. Not quite as strong as he had once been. 

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, and his hands started to move rapidly. Kiesha frowned, and Hera stopped Kieran. “I haven’t told her.”

His hands faltered, and then he dropped them to his sides.

“After his accident, the doctors were able to do a lot for him. He’s making a near full recovery. They just… couldn’t really save…… his vocal cords. He’s learning sign language.”

Kiesha blinked several times, trying to process. “S—so he’s just… never going to speak again?” 

“N–no. He’s not. And neither will you if you don’t stop talking.”

She sighed. 

After a pause, Kieran slowly started speaking with his hands. Hera translated. 

‘We never should have let you leave. I never trusted Zack.’

“You were his friend,” Kiesha managed, and Kieran scowled. 

‘I shouldn’t have been. Bastar—.’ Hera stopped short, then shot a disapproving look at Kieran. He just shrugged. 

Kiesha tried to smile, tried to agree, but it just felt wrong. She stayed silent and focused on breathing.

“We’ll let you rest.” Hera started for the door, but Kiesha strained to speak. 

“Stay here,” she managed.

“You have to rest.”

“I will. Just stay here. Please."

“...okay.” 

Hera came back over and retrieved her bowl of soup, and Kieran settled on the mattress by Kiesha. He took her hand, held it between both of his. 

In the quiet, Kiesha drifted back into the darkness.

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yep

Fix You by Coldplay makes this scene a vibe

Have not read, will read when I am awake, but I sing a phenomenal version of that with my dad. 

[kajsa ㅇㅅㅇ she/her]

6 hours ago, Cash67 said:

Have not read, will read when I am awake, but I sing a phenomenal version of that with my dad. 

yay!

AND I NEED RO HEAR IF YOU’RE COMFORTABLE WITH THAT BECAUSE YOU’RE SO GOOD AND FIX YOU IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS EVER TO EXIST ON THE PLANET

[Cash67]

9 hours ago, Kajsa said:

yay!

AND I NEED RO HEAR IF YOU’RE COMFORTABLE WITH THAT BECAUSE YOU’RE SO GOOD AND FIX YOU IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE SONGS EVER TO EXIST ON THE PLANET

I'll see if I can grab a recording at some point

also just read. good chapter, good father

[Edema Rue she/her]

On 2/6/2025 at 5:33 PM, Kajsa said:

nine

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yep

Fix You by Coldplay makes this scene a vibe

Uh

literally obsessed

Guys who can’t talk are so cute

and ginger gay guys who speak sign language and—

ahem

kajsa youre a queen this is lovely

[kajsa ㅇㅅㅇ she/her]

6 hours ago, Cash67 said:

I'll see if I can grab a recording at some point

also just read. good chapter, good father

IK HER DAD IS MY MOST FAVORITE PERSON

2 hours ago, Edema Rue said:

Uh

literally obsessed

Guys who can’t talk are so cute

and ginger gay guys who speak sign language and—

ahem

kajsa youre a queen this is lovely

awwwwww thanks

Spoiler

 

[Edema Rue she/her]

14 minutes ago, Kajsa said:

IK HER DAD IS MY MOST FAVORITE PERSON

awwwwww thanks

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Shhhhhhhhh I’m just a girl

heh he’s the one with a stutter too

[Wittles he/him]

KAJSAAA
THIS IS SO GOOD I NEED TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT PRETTY PLEEEAASSEEEE

Spoiler

Also, I don't even really know him yet, but I love Kieran

 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

I SECOND THIS BUT TAKE YOUR TIME AND WRITE IT WELL :D:D