"You can't do this." Silence followed, as it always did around Cornelia; at least when Will was present. Because that -without fail- meant she was talking to Will. "You can not just do whatever the hell you want."
"Those are a lot of words coming from you, Mrs Meridian." Deep blue eyes flashed over Will, and Irma couldn't help wondering when exactly the brittle girl's sarcasm had truly become as flat, but there were no answers in muddy brown eyes; where emotions used to be. Will was merely radiating the gentle aggravation that seemed to follow her and fill the lungs of anyone who'd dare to gaze at the figure.. Irma wondered if Will might be drowning the way that everyone else did. There was no sympathy, and maybe Will had become so skilled in her empathy that she could push herself away.
"No. That is a lot coming from you!" An eyebrow quirked boredly at Cornelia, while Irma's eyes swept over the tired frame. Cornelia was only worried, and Irma knew that even if Cornelia didn't - Will had spent three days and a weekend off, and then by the time the girl had had Christmas alone, Will was whatever this was meant to be. But with every day, Cornelia became a little less sympathetic, and the blonde probably didn't even realize that she was probably making it worse; shutting Will out. Cornelia was a nice person, but she didn't like getting things wrong. She'd finally let herself make Will important to her, and this had happened to prove her wrong all over again. Irma knew Cornelia. And what frustrated Irma more than anything.. What frustrated everyone.. No one had seen it coming. "I am not the same person, Will, but you know what! No one is! At least we're all a little better for it! You're just being some stuck up, nosy bitch, who's so insecure since Caleb left, that you have to make yourself feel better by pulling us down into the dirt with you!"
She couldn't breathe. Irma felt her throat close at his mention and there was no joke nor comment. Caleb was off limits, and it had been Cornelia who'd first remained silent at his mention every time - who would never say a word to reveal after visits to Elyon. But Will's void features only took their time to warp into a flicker of something, then a smile. And Irma clutched at Hay Lin's hand and Cornelia paled. "Is that a joke?"
"At least he's upset.. And he misses us, Will!" It must have been the first Irma had heard of it, and the brunette bit her tongue. Because she glanced left and met the ever-silent Taranee's eyes, before changing focus and Hay Lin had soaked up the words. "Don't you miss us?"
"I miss.." It was the first thing that sparked honesty from Will, though the unsurety would never last and Will's flicker of something was gone again before Irma had a chance to see it. There couldn't possibly be honesty in such a statement. "I miss being alone."
"I hate you."
...
"Caleb.." Elyon forced a solid smile to her face, when the young man's eyes registered her and Elyon could feel Aldarn's anticipation to see the boy again. She hated her mind, for criticizing that he'd merely bowed his head. Not that Caleb wouldn't already know. It was probably why he had asked, and certainly why she had already had the job ready and waiting. It wasn't like she couldn't watch the boy from a distance, but perhaps if she knew that he was watching her too. She had found him, flat-palming a door that must never be opened, and she merely nodded because the murmurers were still in there. Little scraps of His corruption; Elyon hadn't much got rid of anything of Phobos'. Caleb was here. The murmurers were here. His books and the gardens of black roses. If anyone asked, she wasn't ready yet. Not that she ever would be. "You'll make me look common, you know. Looking like that."
A nasal breath of him noticing the humour, but Elyon knew that it wasn't what he was wearing. The royal blue of his jacket and the gold did nothing much for him, but he was if anything more handsome - he looked ready to jump into a picture book as prince charming and Elyon hated that everything related to Phobos was beautiful except from her. "I.."
She'd jumped a little then, and for a moment she'd thought he'd collapsed; her eyes now resting on the figure bent over one knee he was resting on. And suddenly the criticism of wishing he'd bow became a stronger wish that he wouldn't.
"I'm- I apologise for my absence. Gia to thánato gia to Fos."
Guilt eroded and Elyon wondered how she might ever get rid of him.
Gia to thánato gia to Fos - To the death for the Light