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comeoutwrong) wrote2011-05-01 08:37 pm
comeoutwrong) wrote2011-05-01 08:37 pm
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Room 323 [Sunday, Afternoon]
Effy'd never been much of a talker. This time, she didn't think she'd need to say much.
It was more a show than a tell. It'd gone way further than she should've let it go, and somewhere inside she knew it. Looking at her walls now, with her mum at her side, she knew that. It'd been a long time, too long, just staring, and it was when Anthea started using the door frame for support that Effy finally broke the silence.
"Mum." She swallowed, watching her take everything in. "... Mum."
Anthea didn't seem like she was in the place to respond, so Effy shut up again, and waited. Eventually they'd talk. Or she'd be talked at, more likely. Until then, she was just going to have to wait.
[[Establishy, and vaguely adapted from canon. She'll be popping home for a bit, but will be back.]]
It was more a show than a tell. It'd gone way further than she should've let it go, and somewhere inside she knew it. Looking at her walls now, with her mum at her side, she knew that. It'd been a long time, too long, just staring, and it was when Anthea started using the door frame for support that Effy finally broke the silence.
"Mum." She swallowed, watching her take everything in. "... Mum."
Anthea didn't seem like she was in the place to respond, so Effy shut up again, and waited. Eventually they'd talk. Or she'd be talked at, more likely. Until then, she was just going to have to wait.
[[Establishy, and vaguely adapted from canon. She'll be popping home for a bit, but will be back.]]