[hi. mathis is in (throws dart) the refectory, having found a relatively out of the way spot to try to tuck himself for now. he's hiding, is what he's doing, now that he's realized wrapping up does not keep the words on him covered.
[how hidden is he... because she is speed walking to avoid getting flagged down by anyone on this cursed secrets week, and she may or may not accidentally trip over him depending on what the hiding situation is like. help.]
[he gives her some time, especially after she PASSED THE FUCK OUT, but mathis comes to find her later.
what she said, then-- it resonated, in parts. he's still thinking about it, about saying she's sick and tired of being a burden, about how the rest of them would look at her. he's still thinking about how quick some of the others are to stand between him and everything else, how he knows they look at him.
so when he finds her-]
A-asa...?
[steeling himself, taking in a breath.]
Um, thank you for... for bearing a burden like that for the rest of us-!
[she is thankfully awake and lucid by the time he goes looking for her. when she finds her, she's sitting somewhere nice and quiet after having hobbled away from the cabin to escape her roommates.]
Huh?
[this is just about the last thing she expected to hear today, so she just... stares at him for a second, shocked. and then she looks away.]
Um... I wasn't trying to do anything noble like that. I was just trying to survive.
asa has absolutely no frame of reference for how to react to this, so all she can do for the first few seconds after the memory releases them is to stare dumbly at him. eyes wide. mouth open. trying to assess how he's reacting to this, considering... everything. the fuck.
when she finally manages to say something, it's a very eloquent:]
[hi! happy sunday. this has been such a ffffucking weekend, we're in the void but mathis is sitting somewhere quiet afterward. vibing. thinking, probably.]
they run into each other at some point between the public confession and the bonfire party. asa eyes him carefully, as if trying to gauge if he's actually about to reveal he's super pissed off at her or what.]
[EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING SO MUCH finally drags myself to my tags
ain't that a mood, though? while there's a bit of curiosity in the foreground while asa explores the new locations, it's accompanied by a constant undercurrent of grief, dread and exhaustion. she pauses when she spots him, just a flicker of concern.]
[the kids are NOT alright. but here they are. asa is staring at the trail leading to the cabin after the execution, frowning like she isn't sure if she wants to head back or not. her roommate is so dead.]
... We could all really fit comfortably in one place now, if we wanted to.
[he brings her to his deadside apartment because it's cozy! here:
the layout of his room is similar to his attic bedroom in the mansion, with its angled ceilings and shelving built into the walls; it differs in the furnishings and decor, however, set up as a cozier, more nook-like space with hanging lights and multiple comfy spots to sit on the floor, books stacked neatly nearby. the bed is, similarly, very low to the floor, with pillows piled onto it. rain patters against the window, keeping the room from getting much natural light, but it's a little soothing if you like that kind of thing.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
w0, monday
it's fine it's fine it's so fine]
no subject
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
w0 friday
he's... still in the church, sitting on a pew and just. looking at the now bodyless baptism pool.]
no subject
she sits down on the other end of the pew, staring at the empty baptism pool and lowkey silently disassociating. hi.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
w1 saturday
he's still somewhere near the pyre, lingering, looking at... nothing in particular. normal behavior.]
no subject
... Mathis? [(unsure)
she is not last naming him anymore, at least.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
w1 sunday
what she said, then-- it resonated, in parts. he's still thinking about it, about saying she's sick and tired of being a burden, about how the rest of them would look at her. he's still thinking about how quick some of the others are to stand between him and everything else, how he knows they look at him.
so when he finds her-]
A-asa...?
[steeling himself, taking in a breath.]
Um, thank you for... for bearing a burden like that for the rest of us-!
no subject
Huh?
[this is just about the last thing she expected to hear today, so she just... stares at him for a second, shocked. and then she looks away.]
Um... I wasn't trying to do anything noble like that. I was just trying to survive.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
w2 monday
it's monday we're at the combination pizza hut and trauma bell]
no subject
asa has absolutely no frame of reference for how to react to this, so all she can do for the first few seconds after the memory releases them is to stare dumbly at him. eyes wide. mouth open. trying to assess how he's reacting to this, considering... everything. the fuck.
when she finally manages to say something, it's a very eloquent:]
W-What?
(no subject)
(no subject)
week two, thursday.
... Did you use the swamp?
[what a thing to ask... she hates this place.]
w2, sunday
no subject
anyway, asa pauses when she spots him.]
... Mathis?
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
week four, tuesday.
they run into each other at some point between the public confession and the bonfire party. asa eyes him carefully, as if trying to gauge if he's actually about to reveal he's super pissed off at her or what.]
... Hey...
no subject
[he knew, he's just been keeping it quiet enough he didn't... tell her he knew yet. oops.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
w5, monday
anyway he's at the tea garden, sitting here with an untouched cup; his emotions are not blanked, fortunately, but he just feels... tired. sad.]
Re: w5, monday
ain't that a mood, though? while there's a bit of curiosity in the foreground while asa explores the new locations, it's accompanied by a constant undercurrent of grief, dread and exhaustion. she pauses when she spots him, just a flicker of concern.]
Is the tea no good?
(no subject)
(no subject)
week five, sunday.
... It feels like a waste to leave all the furniture here.
no subject
[the vibes are super not great. he feels exhausted.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
week six, monday.
anyway, asa looks at mathis for a long moment. and then—]
One.
no subject
[he blinks... what is going on. this is so confusing.]
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
week six, monday.
... We could all really fit comfortably in one place now, if we wanted to.
no subject
[he says it slightly reluctantly, a little bit unsure.]
Maybe it would be good if we did.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
w7 monday
he's just reading quietly.]
no subject
I can't believe they cursed you... Like, why?
(no subject)
(no subject)
w7 Saturday
the layout of his room is similar to his attic bedroom in the mansion, with its angled ceilings and shelving built into the walls; it differs in the furnishings and decor, however, set up as a cozier, more nook-like space with hanging lights and multiple comfy spots to sit on the floor, books stacked neatly nearby. the bed is, similarly, very low to the floor, with pillows piled onto it. rain patters against the window, keeping the room from getting much natural light, but it's a little soothing if you like that kind of thing.
comfy. he's flopping on the bed.]
They weren't too much trouble, were they, Asa...?
no subject
she shakes her head.]
Besides almost getting themselves digested by a sea monster? They were surprisingly well behaved.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)