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[willing_sheath]

[A standard pre-recorded message starts:]

Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system. [There are a few long moments of dead silence before someone draws a breath speaks in a stiff, uncomfortable tone:] Himura Tomoe... [and another long few seconds of silence where she apparently didn't realize how to stop the recording.] is not available. At the tone, please record your message. When you have finished recording, you may hang up or press one for more options. To leave a callback number, press five.

[BEEP]



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audio: un; apparition

[unphase]

[Tinya's voice sounds uncharacteristically small and watery, as though she'd just finished a very long crying jag]

...Tomoe? Jo's gone.

[willing_sheath]

Oh... Oh Tinya... [Her own voice sounds immediately full with empathy, considering she had just gone through this--except that Tinya and Jo had been on good terms.] I'm so sorry...

I'm coming. Are you at home? [There isn't even any thought to it, she just goes straight to preparing to go out.]

[unphase]

Tomoe. [her voice breaks on the word. they had been on mostly good terms, it was true, but she couldn't deny the strain brought about by her feelings for Hunk and Tomoe and Jo's wandering eye to older, more beautiful women]

Oh, good. Good. And. I am. You still have the key, right? [and she loses the battle against tears again]

[willing_sheath]

I do-- [There is probably the sounds of fabric rustling and general movement, keys being picked up and so forth as she finds a coat and her keys and writes Constance a note.] --I'm leaving now, I'll be there soon.

[she doesn't hang up though, perfectly fine with keeping Tinya on the line as she briskly walks toward Tinya's apartment (faster than she would have before and barely aware of her increased speed with her focus on the other girl).]

[unphase]

Okay. Okay, good. [and Tinya buries herself in her blankets, cold but unable to bring herself to change out of the flimsy black negligee she'd been in when Jo was taken from her.

and why were the other women so alluring? he never had an answer for that. never. Lucrezia. Drizella. Dolores. what did they have that she didn't, other than their eighteenth birthdays? surely he knew better? and she continues to cry]

[willing_sheath]

[Tomoe arrives to the apartment in record time. One would think she had run all the way there.]

Tinya--?

[She calls into the apartment once she's entered, locking the door behind her. She barely stands on ceremony, just dropping her coat on the floor a few steps into the apartment and kicking her shoes off in an undignified manner in her rush to just get the the other girl.]

[unphase]

[Tinya spends the remaining time sniffling into the bedsheets, warring between the urges to let the full force of her grief loose and not wanting to give this place the satisfaction of seeing her broken.

she weakly calls out "in here" from one of the bedrooms, curled up in fetal style in the black and white blankets and sheets, a black negligee she'd been wearing for Jo's benefit still clinging to her]

[willing_sheath]

[Tomoe follows the sound of Tinya's voice and unceremoniously crawls onto the bed behind her, completely unfazed by Tinya's state of undress while crooning quietly to her. She wraps herself around the other girl in a protective embrace.]

[unphase]

[wrapped up in Tomoe's arms, Tinya finally feels safe enough to give full force to her grief, starting to sob in earnest as she cries out Jo's name over and over and over again, asking why, begging why, not knowing why this place would give him to her for so short a time, only to rip him out of her arms, and she shakes and trembles with the cries]

[willing_sheath]

[Tomoe just holds her tight and strokes her hair while projecting calm as she had with Constance. There's nothing more she can do. There are no magic words that can make it better. All she can do is just... be there... concrete proof that Tinya isn't alone, at least not yet...]

[unphase]

[her hair has grown even longer in her time here, down to her waist. and she flat-out clings to Tomoe, muffling her wails by shoving her fist against her mouth. she still can't let herself believe that Jo is really gone, even though she knows the truth]

[willing_sheath]

[Tomoe shifts so that she can cradle the other girl, wrapping her arms around her protectively. Tinya's wails lance straight through her and she feels her own eyes wanting to water for it. It is too easy to remember the pain of losing Kiyosatto, and though they know he hasn't died it doesn't change the fact that he's gone...]

[unphase]

[she lets herself be cradled and clings to Tomoe like she's drowning and Tomoe is the only person who can save her. and she can't stop wailing. she feels so guilty, like she'd treated Jo horribly while he was here and now will never have the chance to make it up to him. because this place has her in its grasp and seems determined to keep her.

a knife in the heart would be less painful]

[willing_sheath]

[Tomoe holds her tight and secure, unable to do anything else, simply rocking now and then and stroking the other girl's hair. There is nothing she can say that won't be trite. Nothing she would want to hear herself in the same situation.]

[It's the support she always needed... so that's what she gives. I'm here. She pushes the feeling forward--the comfort and solidity of it. It's the best she can do.]

[unphase]

[Tinya continues to grasp tightly, whimpering in pain. she knows she hadn't been fair to Jo during their time together in this place, but. she'd given him all the love she'd given him before and then some. she wasn't someone who found love to be a finite resource, but an infinite wellspring.

so she lets herself be held tightly by Tomoe, trying to comfort herself with the other woman's nearness and her love for Tomoe. easily the best friend she's ever had in addition to being an occasional lover. the sobs still come, but they've reached the point where they're little dry, hiccuping heaves]