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[For Jason]
Dec. 13th, 2011 03:29 pmIn her nearly eighteen years, Lux Cassidy has been through a lot of genuinely horrible things. There came a point a very long time ago where she learned to steel herself against them, to dig in her heels and straighten her spine and take it on the chin. For the most part she's been able to cope this way, whether it be through loss or violence. She's been able to find her strength and move on. Most of the time, there hasn't be any other option.
This time, though, it's different.
She's lost track of what day it is. For a week and a half she's barely left the house—Not her own, but Baze's. She sleeps curled up in the middle of his bed. Jason and Kate and the Loss Services people have made sure that she's eating, that she's getting at least a little human interaction, that she's pulling herself out of bed to do things like shower. But Lux is so damned tired of being strong, and now she doesn't even know why she should bother anymore. It's all just going to be taken from her anyway.
This time, though, it's different.
She's lost track of what day it is. For a week and a half she's barely left the house—Not her own, but Baze's. She sleeps curled up in the middle of his bed. Jason and Kate and the Loss Services people have made sure that she's eating, that she's getting at least a little human interaction, that she's pulling herself out of bed to do things like shower. But Lux is so damned tired of being strong, and now she doesn't even know why she should bother anymore. It's all just going to be taken from her anyway.
