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Date: 2017-10-13 02:33 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] requiemshark
[It helps that Sweets agrees with him. Like it's not so fucking irrational to want Washington and the others dead for what they fucking did. Ephemera touches his knuckles to his mouth briefly, watching Sweets.]

Tried that. Didn't work.

[Might as well be brutally honest.]

Also I shot him. And set him on fire.

Date: 2017-10-13 02:55 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] requiemshark
Yep.

[He doesn't really want to talk about what when down on Chorus.]

He lived. He's fine.

Date: 2017-10-13 08:25 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] requiemshark
[Ephemera tenses, but breathes through it. Presses his hands flat against the counter.]

He was on fire.

[There's some satisfaction in that. There has to be. Ephemera runs a hand through his hair unhappily.]

Thought it'd feel better than it did.

Date: 2017-10-13 10:04 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] requiemshark
[Ephemera works his jaw slowly, eyes narrowed.]

Would've. If I killed him.

[He believes that with everything in him. There had been a deep and awful satisfaction in killing the men who'd hurt the twins, back in the day. But that had been final. What they'd done was punished and the survivors moved on.

Here, Washington wouldn't stay dead.]


My family and I, we burned some fuckers once. Covered them in gas, let them cook in their armor. Boom.

[He lifts his chin slightly, watching Sweets. Daring him to argue.]

They had it coming, for what they fucking did. And Washington--

[Hnn. Ephemera bares his teeth.]

He killed them clean. I'd kill him if it would matter, but it won't. And I don't burn people who don't deserve it.

Date: 2017-10-13 10:46 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] requiemshark
[Ephemera watches Sweets and nods just once. The disapproval is clear, but Sweets doesn't say a word. Not about the fire, at least. But if he'd been there, Ephemera feels confident that Sweets wouldn't have stopped them. There are lines that human beings aren't meant to cross, things that he wouldn't have even done to Washington, that were done to his brother and sister. And they had to be answered, there had to be retribution.

Sometimes, the only response to cruelty is to meet it.]


Yeah.

[His voice is calmer now.]

I don't know how. Thought you could help with that.

Date: 2017-10-13 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] requiemshark
Figured.

[There's no easy fix to this. Ephemera exhales sharply.]

You mind if I smoke?

[It calms him down. Keeps him centered in the moment.]

Date: 2017-10-13 11:48 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] requiemshark
[Cool. Ephemera has a packet and lighter resting on the sink already. He tries not to smoke when he's painting, but he doesn't have any ash trays. That leaves the sink and all his paints, the murals drying heavy on the walls. He lights one and inhales deeply, letting the nicotine hit.

It helps a little. The clarity of it. Different from the feeling he gets when he paints. Sharper, somehow.]


When I'm here, I know it won't matter. Killing him.

[He exhales sharply, cigarette held loosely between two fingers.]

But then I look at him, and I see my family. They're dead and he's here. That's not fucking fair. And I know. I know. Shit's not fair. I get that.

[He's quiet a moment.]

It won't matter if I kill him or not. They're still gone. But I was angry for a long time. It kept me going. And I don't know how to let it go.

Date: 2017-10-14 10:03 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] requiemshark
[Ephemera takes a deep breath and holds it for a minute, letting the nicotine do it's thing. Focusing on that and not the thought of Washington and his smug fucking tone at the temple. He has to let it go. There's no living here if he can't let it go. And then he exhales. Watches the smoke curl.]

Yeah. All right.

[Because this is after. What he'd been planning for years can't play out here.]

Don't think I can forgive him. Any of those fuckers. My family--

[He sucks in a sharp breath. It hurts, even now. Years later, it hurts like it just happened.]

They were all I had. Only family I ever had. Think I went crazy for a while, after. But here -- I got people here. And if I fuck up, it falls back on them. I don't want that.

Date: 2017-10-15 12:50 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] requiemshark
[It's good advice, Ephemera supposes. Think about the people who are still alive, the ones he wants to look after here and now. His family is gone and that hurts. It's probably going to hurt for a long time. But they're gone and the friends he has right now, in Hadriel, they're standing right next to him.

He can do right by them.

The last part gives him pause, though. Ephemera snorts, taking another drag.]


You wanna know something fucked up? They didn't even know who I was.

[Carolina and Washington. They hadn't known until he'd told them.]

I made them remember.

[Made them hurt for forgetting.

He's quiet for a moment.]


Washington. He asked their names. When he showed up here. He wanted to know their names. I don't know why he did that.

Date: 2017-10-15 01:54 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] requiemshark
I don't know.

[He doesn't tell Sweets about the sketches, about the way Washington looked when Ephemera gave him the book. It feels too raw and this moment is edging onto something sharp, that Ephemera doesn't think he can control. This is supposed to be about finding a new way to do things. Not about getting stuck in the past.]

I don't want to know anything about him.

Date: 2017-10-15 02:12 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] requiemshark
[Ephemera takes another drag, holding it a moment before exhaling. Think of the important people. The ones who matter. And don't think about Washington at all.

It's worth a shot.]


That simple, huh?

Date: 2017-10-15 02:33 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] requiemshark
[Ephemera leans back, watching Sweets. He has a feeling the doctor knows what he's talking about from more than reading textbooks.]

You're honest.

[Didn't say it would be easy.]

I appreciate that.

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