intofireforever | ~018 - [VIDEO] - post-port (retroactively filtered away from Amanda Young)

~018 - [VIDEO] - post-port (retroactively filtered away from Amanda Young)

The "Laura Palmer" from port is a really lucky woman. Married to someone she loves, working in her dream career, mother to a child she adores...she's happy, and she has every right to be. I wish her well, and I'm glad I got a taste of what it means to have a good life. I even liked being older...it's something I'd never get a chance to experience otherwise.

I can only hope inhabiting her body didn't hurt her, the way the goddess inhabiting mine hurt me.

In any case, I'm glad I fled the party when Arthas started attacking those strippers. The other Laura won't wake up to find she spent the night in jail, which is good. I tried so hard to maintain her reputation.

[Private to Paddy]

Do you think we could meet on-deck? I'd like to talk to you. Bring some cigarettes, if you don't mind.

[Private to Parker]

Please tell me there isn't going to be any weirdness between us now.

[Private to Nathan, after talking to Paddy]

Can I stay with you for a while?

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[After a while, Parker knocked on the door and then opened it, carrying a bathrobe.]

Come on.

Edited 2011-01-28 07:00 (UTC)

Mm.

[After a moment and just that small, noncommittal noise, Laura stands; she's been sitting in the water the entire time, and it has cooled down quite a bit. She bends to retrieve a towel, and sort of wraps it around herself half-assedly.]

[Parker watches Laura for a moment, not sure what to do. Then she just wrapped the bathrobe around her friend, and guided her in towards the main part of the bedroom.]

Want a drink?

[She shrugs.] Water. Just water.

[Parker got up and grabbed Laura a glass of water, and then she pointed to the bed.] Do you wanna lay down? I'll take the couch.

[She was completely at a loss now.]

I don't think I'll be able to sleep.

[Parker didn't know what to say to that.]

Do you wanna try talking about it?

[God that sounded fucking stupid. She was bad at this shit, so fucking bad at it.]

[She sits on the edge of the bed and shrugs again. She's silent for so long it might seem like she doesn't intend to speak at all.]

He raped her, too. Before he killed me...to punish me...he raped her. He tied me up and stared at me while he did it, and then he beat her into a coma. Grinning.

[Parker gave Laura space and she didn't say anything. At least she wasn't screaming; that had to be a positive didn't it?

There was a sharp intake of breath, and Parker wanted to find that thing and rip it's cock off and shove it up it's ass sideways and with no lube.]

Laura, he did it because he liked hurting you. I saw how much during the shit in the house.

[Thinking about the house made Parker's stomach flip over, but that was beside the point.]

He did it because he knew it would hurt you the most.

I ran from James because if BOB found out about him, he would have hurt him to get at me. I didn't care enough to do that for Ronette, and she paid for it. It's my fault.

[This is probably the first time she's mentioned BOB to Parker, but she's so fucked up that she didn't even realize she used his name.]

[Parker didn't have any idea that BOB was the things name, but given the context of everything else, she could put some shit together and did.]

Laura, you can't take the blame for the shit that he did. He it, whatever the fuck, isn't your fault.

So much of what he did was my fault. He killed women who looked like me, because he wanted to be me and I wouldn't let him in. He kept coming back because I deserved it. He hurt the people I loved.

Laura listen to me. Just listen.

[Parker quickly reached out and wrapped her hands around Laura's and looked at her.]

Is what happened to me my mother's fault because I looked like her and she died?

[She jumps a little when Parker grabs her hands.] That's different.

[When she jumped, Parker let go.]

How the fuck is it different?

It just is!

Laura, that's not an answer. You're taking the blame for something that isn't your fucking fault.

You don't get it! He was right about me. He knew what I was even before I did.

No. He molded you into that. He told you it so often it became a self-fulfilling prophecy. He didn't know, he forced you to be it. That's why it's not your fucking fault.

Then I should have known that. I should have known and fought it the right way, instead of letting him do that to me!

For fuck's sake, Laura, how old where you when this shit started?

I don't know. I was so little that I can't remember.

So you think you should have fighting before you could remember? No.

I don't know. I don't know what to think!

This is what to think. You think "maybe this fucker was a lying bastard who's wrong." You don't even need to think he is wrong yet, just that maybe he fucking is.

~018 - [VIDEO] - post-port (retroactively filtered away from Amanda Young)

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