[ Her voice is soft. She does know. What she also knows is that he will try to take it on as his responsibility to fix, despite the insanity of that idea and how much he has already put on his own shoulders. But even more than that, she is afraid. Afraid of what's happening to her, afraid of what measures people might want to take to help her, afraid that their hosts might learn what she can do if she tries to get assistance. She's spoken to Wanda, who promised to try and help. Julie doesn't know anyone else she thinks can.
She shifts her head slightly, kisses his palm, and then takes the wine when he hands it to her. Rising from his lap, she kisses his cheek lightly before she pads away down the hall, taking a quick detour into the bathroom with a "Be there in a sec". When she makes it to the bedroom a few moments later, her hair has been brushed out and her face washed. The circles under her eyes are darker without makeup, like she hasn't slept for a few nights. On the windowsill, there are two wine bottles and several of the little glass vials Nadine puts her sleeping tonics in, all empty.
When she climbs into bed, she's frowning absently, although all she's doing is thinking to herself. The noise makes it harder to focus internally, becomes overwhelming as she tries to concentrate. She sinks into the pillows, which feel almost excessively soft compared to what's inside her head. ]
I think the Singularity is wakin' back up. [ It's abrupt, like she's been weighing what to say, and then just spoke on impulse instead. ] It's... loud. In my head. The noise. Like how it was before the Dimmin', if I tried to get close to the Singularity.
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[ Her voice is soft. She does know. What she also knows is that he will try to take it on as his responsibility to fix, despite the insanity of that idea and how much he has already put on his own shoulders. But even more than that, she is afraid. Afraid of what's happening to her, afraid of what measures people might want to take to help her, afraid that their hosts might learn what she can do if she tries to get assistance. She's spoken to Wanda, who promised to try and help. Julie doesn't know anyone else she thinks can.
She shifts her head slightly, kisses his palm, and then takes the wine when he hands it to her. Rising from his lap, she kisses his cheek lightly before she pads away down the hall, taking a quick detour into the bathroom with a "Be there in a sec". When she makes it to the bedroom a few moments later, her hair has been brushed out and her face washed. The circles under her eyes are darker without makeup, like she hasn't slept for a few nights. On the windowsill, there are two wine bottles and several of the little glass vials Nadine puts her sleeping tonics in, all empty.
When she climbs into bed, she's frowning absently, although all she's doing is thinking to herself. The noise makes it harder to focus internally, becomes overwhelming as she tries to concentrate. She sinks into the pillows, which feel almost excessively soft compared to what's inside her head. ]
I think the Singularity is wakin' back up. [ It's abrupt, like she's been weighing what to say, and then just spoke on impulse instead. ] It's... loud. In my head. The noise. Like how it was before the Dimmin', if I tried to get close to the Singularity.