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Mar 14, 2021 23:38:42 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 14, 2021 23:38:42 GMT -7
January 18, 2026 @elliot
Dusti had withdrawn from the world. This cruel, sadistic, horrible world. The world that had torn her world apart so many times she didn't even know what was left. The horrible world that kept taking, and taking, and leaving her nothing. Now though, it had done something unforgiveable. It had taken Rusti. Her twin. Her other half. Her best friend. The person she'd always promised she'd protect from this cruel world. One of the few precious lights in her life.
Gone.
Dusti had been given the rest of the month off work to... grief. If that's what she was supposed to be doing. Honestly, Dusti just felt broken beyond all belief. She remembered a similar feeling, when she'd heard about her parents but it hadn't hurt like this. It hadn't felt so bone chilling cold, and crushing. She felt like she was drown.
Dusti hadn't left her apartment since that day, since she'd receive the news that Rusti was missing and the Ministry felt they'd never find her. She hadn't answered her phone, or her door since that day. She hadn't eaten, and barely even managed to get out of bed. She didn't consider, or even care, that people might be concerned about it. All she cared about was wallowing in her grief.
Why? What had she done to fate to do this to her? Why was it that whenever things seemed to be getting better that fate decided to knock her down? Why was fate so determined that she could never be happy? Was this why her mother had drank so much? Was her family simply cursed and her mother drank to deal with the pain? God, Dusti hated alcohol but if she could forget this pain? Well, she'd do anything. So, she did.
She got out of bed for the first time that day and went to the store to get the strongest alcohol she could find. She didn't care about the taste, just as long as it could make her forget.
Dusti got back home, adn opened the bottle. She didn't even bother with a glass. Just drank as much as she physically could. Only it didn't make things better. If anything it made these worse. Through out the day she drank about half the bottle, keeping her head in a drunken haze. She sat on the couch, just staring blankly at a picture on her wall, of her and her siblings (Flint siblings). The more she stared at it the more it hurt. To see Rusti's smiling face. She got up and grabbed the picture from the wall and threw out across the room. The frame shattered against the wall, glass scattering all over the floor but she didn't care. She grabbed the next picture she could find of Rusti and threw it as well. In the span of half an hour she broke every picture frame in her flat. She broke every flower vase. She broke several glasses and the liquor bottle once she finished it. Thankfully, her cat, Danny, seemed to have realized she was in a bad state and stayed in the bedroom, away from the destruction.
Only once everything she could reach was broken, her flat in absolute shambles did she curl up into a ball on the couch and sob. Finally letting out three days worth of anger, rage, pain, and grief. She was still crying in her curled up mess when the door unlocked and opened to reveal the absolute destruction she'd wreaked on the small apartment. But in the middle of that destruction was Dusti, even more destroyed and broken then her apartment.
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May 12, 2021 12:57:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 12, 2021 12:57:41 GMT -7
@dusti he hated that he hadn't been able to be there for her. he'd promised her he wouldn't leave her but he'd been kept at work while the person he loved most of all was hurting. his bosses hadn't cared much. he had a job to do and he'd had enough time off in the last few months while he'd been recovering that they'd kept him back, sent him away on jobs and he'd hated every moment of it. he got it, on some level he understood. it wasn't like he and dusti were married, hadn't been together for years and there were some old fashioned views of some of his bosses that young love was just that. that it wasn't strong, it wasn't real and it wasn't anything to be pandered to. so when he'd tried to come home, to be there like he'd promised her they'd denied his request. he'd sent her owls, he'd tried to call her but she hadn't answered and she hadn't picked up.
he was back now though. the second he'd been allowed to come back to the mainland he was there and he was at her door. he pulled the key she'd given him out of her pocket, though these were not the circumstanced he'd ever thought he'd had to use it in. he'd been there for her when she'd lost her parents, when she'd gone through the struggle of finding out that he late and not great marcus flint had not been her father and he'd been there for her. held her through her struggles and wiped the tears that had fallen from her eyes away. he could remember the time spent in the room of requirement so clearly. he could still the tear stained face that had looked at him through the candlelight and it tore at his gut that she'd been alone the last while. not that she'd have sought anyone out. the name flint seemed to come with the desire to handle things on your own.
he turned the key in the lock before he slipped into the house, closing the door firmly behind him so the hairless ball of skin she called a cat wouldn't sneak out of the open door. that would be the last thing she needed, to grieve for the cat as well as her sister. it took him three steps to feel and hear glass crunch under his shoes and he glanced down and he was more than a little shocked by the glass that covered the floor. he moved further into the apartment and it didn't take him long to find her. to see her. and it hurt a hundred times more than he'd thought it would. he hurried over to the couch, noticing the bottle of alcohol and the smell that hung in the air. she didn't drink. he couldn't remember ever seeing her drink before. he reached the couch and he didn't say a word. he just leaned down and wrapped his arms around her, lowering himself down onto the couch so he was sitting next to her as he gathered her into his arms, pulling her close to him.
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May 14, 2021 23:44:01 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 14, 2021 23:44:01 GMT -7
January 18, 2026 @elliot
Dusti had been too preoccupied with everything to think about why Elliot wasn't around. Why he wasn't there like the last time she'd lost someone. Her grief and pain was too deep, too consuming, to notice. She was someone that often did things on her own. Self reliant, some would call it. Loner, others would. Asshole that hated company was another common phrase. She knew she hated the company of most people. But Elliot was an exception. But even in a situation like this she didn't run to him. That was just her nature. She still ran away from those she loved when she was in pain.
She'd been crying for quite a while when Elliot arrived. So much so that the tears had dried simply due to having no more tears to shed. But she stayed curled up on the couch, shaking from tearless sobs. That was when she felt someone touch her. Immediately, her natural instinct to pull away kicked in. Her head shot up from her folded arms to find the source of this contact and get away from them. But then.. she realized who it was. Her eyes, though red from all her tears, widened at the sight of Elliot. He didn't speak, just sat down beside her and pulled her into his arms. She stopped trying to pull away and instead let herself be pulled to him. She curled up against him, burying her face in his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his shoulders as she continued her quiet sobbing.
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Jun 23, 2021 11:04:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 23, 2021 11:04:25 GMT -7
@dusti he knew she'd react the second he touched her. that she'd try to pull away, fight him being there and if he'd been anyone else there was a good chance he'd have lost his head. he knew he could push though, he knew he could just wrap his arms around her and hold her while she rode out the storm. while she rode out the pain and grief she was feeling and be there for her when she finally felt ready to come out the other side. though he was worried. he was very worried about how she'd cope this time. as much as he knew they were connected and were each other's people. he was more than aware that rusti meant the world to her. that she was her other half and the person she could never live without. it scared him a little, selfishly because all he could do was hope that he wouldn't lose her because of this. that she wouldn't retreat into herself, that she wouldn't push him away because the pain was too much.
he reached to brush his fingers across the redness of her cheeks gently. they'd long dried from the tears that had fallen from her eyes but could see the marks they'd left on her skin. the redness in her eyes and the shine that caught the light from the crack in the curtains. he folded his arms around her softly and he pressed his lips to her hair, resting one hand on the back of her neck as he rubbed his hand across her back softly, wishing there was something he could do to make her feel even an iota better than she would be feeling right now. there were a thousand words of comfort he could try to offer her, feelings of sorrow for her loss, sympathy for what had happened but the words didn't leave his mouth. she didn't need that right now. the one thing she needed was the one thing he couldn't give to her.
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Sept 8, 2021 21:59:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2021 21:59:26 GMT -7
January 18, 2026 @elliot
This wasn't the first time Elliot had to comfort Dusti after a traumatic event in her life. Neither of them had had happy lives, but something that had been established pretty early on was how... dysfunctional her family life was. Elliot had been one of the only people to ever see her cry, as she'd never trusted anyone else in these moments. He was the only one that had held her like this to ease her pain. But the worst part? It wasn't even the first time he'd had to do it. Why did life have it in for her? Why did it keep throwing situations at her where Elliot had to see her so weak and broken?
Dusti clung desperately to Elliot, her whole body trembling from the overwhelming emotions. She hated this. Hated being so weak. Hated feeling so broken. Hated not knowing what would make it feel less suffocating. She pursed her lips tightly, so tight that it hurt but it was a nice temporary distraction from the pain in her heart. It was only temporary though and soon that desire to break more things returned. Unfortunately she'd already broken everything worth breaking in the small living roof. She also, despite her grief induced haze, knew Elliot would most definitely stop her if she did try to break anything else.
Dusti didn't say anything, or move (aside from her trembling) for a long time. Just clung desperately to Elliot like he might disappear too if she let go. Finally though, she did speak. And it was probably the first time she'd spoken since she found out Rusti was gone. "Thanks. for coming."
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