deservesadaisy: (my indulgences)
Ivan ([personal profile] deservesadaisy) wrote in [community profile] multiversallogs2011-12-19 10:01 pm
Entry tags:

[closed]

Who: Ivan and Ilde
What: Probably failing to talk about their relationship again.
Where: Ivan's flat.
When: Newdi evening or thereabouts
Notes: More fallout. Talking and not talking and still having things to not talk about.
Warnings: TBA

Ilde has calmed down a bit, since Sukkardi, and Ivan feels confident leaving her long enough to go feed. He manages his addiction adroitly, but it still does need tending. Aside from that, though, he's stayed close. Partly because Njoki told him to take it easy after cleaning out his lungs, but partly because he still doesn't understand what Ilde went through, so he doesn't know what she's likely to need.

Ivan still isn't sure what she wants from him, and he's even less sure with how to cope with caring. He's always been astoundingly bad about getting too attached and not letting go, but until recently, he hadn't been sure he didn't just want her for her blood.

Now that he is sure it's more than that, he's trying to decide what to do. But in the meantime, he keeps going back to his flat without staying out too long at any given time.
rhinemaid: actress mia kirshner (they know that the world can lie ♠)

[personal profile] rhinemaid 2011-12-20 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
It's been quiet, mostly, since Sukkardi night; she hasn't cracked again, but she hasn't quite come out of wherever she went in her head afterwards either. It's like diving in the water, she thinks, like going so deep that you can't come up too quickly. Pressure, and movement, and...things like that, that make logical sense and mean she doesn't have to do much more than eat take out occasionally and think about painting her nails instead of actually doing it.

She hasn't touched her CiD besides a brief exchange with Hasi - Rhade's number was on the filter, it's abstractly good to know he hasn't vanished - and she hasn't moved much from where Ivan left her when he gets back in, on the sofa in her underwear and his shirt, sometimes writing and sometimes flicking back through the pages of the notebook he's not allowed to look in.

(It's not a diary.)