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[fogsong]

My mother, Rose Da Silva, has returned to the ocean. I know she was close to a lot of people here and I thought it was important to let everyone know.

[ She hadn’t wanted to tell anyone, truth be told, but she knew she couldn’t selfishly hold onto the information when Rose knew and cared about so many people in this place and vice versa. But even this small amount of public acknowledgment cuts her to the bone. ]

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[fogsong]

[ this isn’t a text she expected and it catches her off guard, momentarily distracting her from her grief.

she’d considered reaching out to Peter multiple times since their last encounter. she was painfully curious about him and the abilities he seemed to possess but a part of her feared bringing it up. he might regret his actions, regret his show, and Sharon would have to confront the fact that she… didn’t. not as much as she thought she should. ]

I haven’t smoked in like a year but yeah. I think I’d be down for that. [ anything to provide a moment to check of relief and maybe give her the balls to ask him about last month. ]

[possessum]

( There's a lot Peter needs to face, from what happened last month, and the month before that. Much of it has to do with his own grief — lately, it's losing one of the best friends he's ever had to the ocean, and Peter hasn't even been able to say her name aloud at all. He can't face it; there's been too much loss, and he feels... hollowed out from it.

But seeing someone else going through that kind of loss...? Someone who just lost their mother to it? He can't just push that aside. He needs to help Sharon if he can, even if it's in the form of numbing down the ache for a little. With it, though, comes the unspoken offer of company. )

You're welcome over any time
Or I could always bring some stuff to your place

( She might want to be at her home, maybe that's important — or maybe she needs an escape from it for a bit. Peter knows how it goes, both ways. )

[fogsong]

[ at first she wants to ask him to come over. she doesn’t want to leave the little nest she’s built up or change out of her pajamas or brush her mess of hair but then she remembers how the scent of weed clings to everything.

she wants to keep the house smelling the same. she wants to keep Rose’s scent alive as long as physically possible. fuck. ]

I’d be willing to come over. Whenever you’re free.

I can’t keep myself locked away no matter how much I kind of want to. And I really, really want to.

[possessum]

Oh yeah, totally — I'm here any time at all
I live in Gaze close to the school. It's the only townhouse with a pale blue door
You can come over whenever you want to.

( He knows Luna won't mind at all, and the townhouse is spacious; there's plenty of room for Sharon to chill. But he's pausing at her next words, feeling a pinch behind his ribcage. What she says is too familiar. Holed up, locked away, unable to face the sunlight or other people, unable to function after a loss. )

I know what you mean. It's
hard
to be able to even get up out of bed

But being around other people does sometimes help
I never realised until I came here, how much it can help

( And he's more than willing to be that for Sharon. )

[fogsong]

Would tonight be all right? [ she was stupidly desperate for even the slightest hint of relief. she knew weed wasn’t a cure all for her grief but it might provide a breath of it for a few hours. ]

Thats what people keep saying and it’s not like I don’t believe them. It’s just not what I’m used to.

It’s fucking weird feeling like this in front of people that aren’t my parents. [ she has no shame about her dependency upon them throughout her life. both of her adoptive parents had been rocks for her in wildly different ways; rose with her ability to understand and soothe; chris with that weird fatherly way of making her fears seem small and distant.

fuck. ]

[possessum]

Oh yeah, for sure. We'll have stuff for dinner too, if you want it.

( She might not have any kind of appetite, but it'll be there just in case. Peter knows too-well how hard it is to think about things like eating when you're grieving. Sometimes having other people provide food can be a huge help. )

No I uh
I get it
It's weird as hell. And this place makes it even weirder
With the whole "if you get too bad off mentally, you can fall into Corruption" bullshit
Like thanks, I'm not even allowed to be depressed or else I have to worry about turning into a monster?? Great

[fogsong]

[ Sharon had once thought the whole “food for people in mourning” was a strange trope in fiction but everyone seemed to be trying to prove to her otherwise. She hasn’t had the heart or the energy to turn any of it down if it was pushed upon her. ]

I’ll stop by after dark, then.

And tell me about it. This place is a unique brand of bullshit, especially given all the crazy that happens every month like it’s just trying to push us over the edge?