Demons, Part 4
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lizziecWarning - this fic contains distressing themes.
Len gasped for breath as she reached the Auberge. Her thoughts swirled round her head, too fast to get a grip of, the only one that stood out with absolute certainty was the rightness of what she was about to do. She was tired, oh so very tired and she wanted it over with. She clambered over the pretty wooden trellis fence that separated sightseers from the treacherous edge and hung on to it with one hand as she peered down into the chasm. As she saw the vast emptiness below her mind emptied of all thought and she became peaceful for the first time in, what was it? Days? Months? Years? Probably the latter she mused as she closed her eyes and prepared to step in to eternity.
Just as she began to let go of the fence and step out, a hand wrapped itself firmly round her wrist and she was jerked out of her calmness. As she turned round, somewhat furiously for being shaken out of the first quiet she had known in some time, she found herself facing Con. Her triplet looked pale and anxious but spoke gently.
“Len, how about you climb back over this fence and we can have a talk? You look like you could do with some good strong coffee – we’ll get some from the gasthaus over there.” Matching words to actions she helped Len over the fence, almost before the other girl knew what she was doing, and marched her over to some benches. As they reached them and before Con could order coffee the calm broke properly and Len pulled her knees up to her chin, curling up in to something like the foetal position, buried her head in her arms and dissolved into tears, the like of which Con was sure none of them had ever shed before, even as babies. Unsure of what to do and how to help Con pulled her sister close and held her as tightly as possible, so tightly that she was sure Len would not be able to breathe.
And slowly, almost imperceptibly, the storm of tears began to lessen.
Len gasped for breath as she reached the Auberge. Her thoughts swirled round her head, too fast to get a grip of, the only one that stood out with absolute certainty was the rightness of what she was about to do. She was tired, oh so very tired and she wanted it over with. She clambered over the pretty wooden trellis fence that separated sightseers from the treacherous edge and hung on to it with one hand as she peered down into the chasm. As she saw the vast emptiness below her mind emptied of all thought and she became peaceful for the first time in, what was it? Days? Months? Years? Probably the latter she mused as she closed her eyes and prepared to step in to eternity.
Just as she began to let go of the fence and step out, a hand wrapped itself firmly round her wrist and she was jerked out of her calmness. As she turned round, somewhat furiously for being shaken out of the first quiet she had known in some time, she found herself facing Con. Her triplet looked pale and anxious but spoke gently.
“Len, how about you climb back over this fence and we can have a talk? You look like you could do with some good strong coffee – we’ll get some from the gasthaus over there.” Matching words to actions she helped Len over the fence, almost before the other girl knew what she was doing, and marched her over to some benches. As they reached them and before Con could order coffee the calm broke properly and Len pulled her knees up to her chin, curling up in to something like the foetal position, buried her head in her arms and dissolved into tears, the like of which Con was sure none of them had ever shed before, even as babies. Unsure of what to do and how to help Con pulled her sister close and held her as tightly as possible, so tightly that she was sure Len would not be able to breathe.
And slowly, almost imperceptibly, the storm of tears began to lessen.
