Demons, Part 5
Friday, January 25th, 2008 08:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lizziecWarning - this fic contains distressing themes.
By the time Len was quiet, with the exception of racking gasps for air every few seconds, it was getting dark and cold. Though the weather was warm during the day the temperature was still dropping at night and neither girl had anything on over her uniform dress. Len was not in any state to worry about such things, with her head on Con’s shoulder she just sat with her eyes unfocused, staring into space, feeling neither peace nor turmoil, just dead inside. Con, at her sister’s side, looked worse than when she had pulled Len back from the abyss. She was aware of the time that had passed, the worry that would have been caused by their sudden disappearance but also aware that she could not move Len on her own, not in the state her triplet sister was still in, and if she were honest, the state that she was now in. The relief at having reached Len in time had given way to shock, a reaction to the fact that she had so nearly been too late, her sister’s condition and the responsibility she felt for getting them both back to school safely. Unable to decide what to do she pulled Len even closer to her so they could share body warmth and waited.
Just as the last light from the sun faded and the air was beginning to get very cold indeed they heard their names being called by a familiar voice – their father! Len didn’t react at all. She felt dead inside and drained after the events of the day, but Con, still holding Len close, called out at the top of her lungs, a call that echoed off the hills of the Auberge, sounding at once beautiful and sinister. As the familiar silhouette of their father appeared in view Con felt relief flood through her, and felt tears begin to roll down her cheeks. She knew somehow, deep inside, that their father would make it all better.
The sight that confronted Jack Maynard as he rounded the corner and saw his daughters was pitiful, and in some ways worried him more than the news of their mysterious disappearance from school when it had been reported to him. His daughters had gone off around the Platz before on their own to be found not really the worse from their adventures. They knew the Platz and the people on it, and they in return knew the girls. He had, in fact, been mildly irritated to be pulled away from the San and an important case to help the school organise search parties to find his wayward daughters. He had muttered grimly about them no longer being silly children who just ran off and got lost and was sure they would return in their own time. His first sight of the girls changed all that. Con, white and in tears looked terrified, but it was Len who concerned him more. He had seen the look on her face on other people, often patients or relatives of patients at the San. People who felt they no longer had anything to live for. With a moment of sudden clarity he knew, without anyone saying anything, why his girls had come here.
With an inward prayer both for thanksgiving that they were both there and whole and for help to deal with what must come next he rushed forwards and enveloped them both in his comforting embrace.
By the time Len was quiet, with the exception of racking gasps for air every few seconds, it was getting dark and cold. Though the weather was warm during the day the temperature was still dropping at night and neither girl had anything on over her uniform dress. Len was not in any state to worry about such things, with her head on Con’s shoulder she just sat with her eyes unfocused, staring into space, feeling neither peace nor turmoil, just dead inside. Con, at her sister’s side, looked worse than when she had pulled Len back from the abyss. She was aware of the time that had passed, the worry that would have been caused by their sudden disappearance but also aware that she could not move Len on her own, not in the state her triplet sister was still in, and if she were honest, the state that she was now in. The relief at having reached Len in time had given way to shock, a reaction to the fact that she had so nearly been too late, her sister’s condition and the responsibility she felt for getting them both back to school safely. Unable to decide what to do she pulled Len even closer to her so they could share body warmth and waited.
Just as the last light from the sun faded and the air was beginning to get very cold indeed they heard their names being called by a familiar voice – their father! Len didn’t react at all. She felt dead inside and drained after the events of the day, but Con, still holding Len close, called out at the top of her lungs, a call that echoed off the hills of the Auberge, sounding at once beautiful and sinister. As the familiar silhouette of their father appeared in view Con felt relief flood through her, and felt tears begin to roll down her cheeks. She knew somehow, deep inside, that their father would make it all better.
The sight that confronted Jack Maynard as he rounded the corner and saw his daughters was pitiful, and in some ways worried him more than the news of their mysterious disappearance from school when it had been reported to him. His daughters had gone off around the Platz before on their own to be found not really the worse from their adventures. They knew the Platz and the people on it, and they in return knew the girls. He had, in fact, been mildly irritated to be pulled away from the San and an important case to help the school organise search parties to find his wayward daughters. He had muttered grimly about them no longer being silly children who just ran off and got lost and was sure they would return in their own time. His first sight of the girls changed all that. Con, white and in tears looked terrified, but it was Len who concerned him more. He had seen the look on her face on other people, often patients or relatives of patients at the San. People who felt they no longer had anything to live for. With a moment of sudden clarity he knew, without anyone saying anything, why his girls had come here.
With an inward prayer both for thanksgiving that they were both there and whole and for help to deal with what must come next he rushed forwards and enveloped them both in his comforting embrace.
