[Lost] Shared Experience (Mac/Nyght)

[frothy-bunny.livejournal.com]

Just an insight into how one week affects 2 people.  Nyghts entries are in Bold and the other is Mac's entries, supplied by K herself to be slotted together.


Friday -
Nyght prepared the wine and the coffee in the hotel suite waiting on the arrival of Mac, Astraea and Venice. These sessions could be painful, but having her life dissected 3 separate times was far more painful than just doing it once. She took a deep breath and went back to her office, she could clear off some of that paperwork that needed to be cleared before they arrived.

‘Did Arthur propose? M’ ‘Yes he did......Do you think I should say yes? C’ So that’s what the world breaking feels like. Who the hell asks someone that? What do I say? Why now? Why cant things just be easy for once! When does it all disappear? Why wont it just disappear? I am meant to be over this. Joints, that’ll make it better at least til I can get to a bottle...

Saturday - Morning...
‘So you don’t love me as a boyfriend? You want to end things?’ First China, now Moorcroft? China I had to leave, I couldn’t deal but I cant loose him. Why does he have to be such a moron! Why wont he let me have anything to drink? Whenever I quit this happens! ‘Do you feel jealous of other women?’ How can I not? Ella, Ven, Tegan, Nyght, Shall I keep going? All of them can give you everything I cant. ‘I think you should do whatever you want’ AHHH! I get it! I really get it! Im a failure, I’m a servant! Would you stop reminding me! ‘Snaggle. He sold them guns we took of the Army that invaded Essex’ Oh he is an idiot isn’t he? Nyght, Nyght will be there, maybe she can stop him doing something he will regret, or should regret. I need a drink.

Nyght curled up and closed her eye’s “Arthurs asked china to marry him...” Nyght hadn’t seen it coming, and after the previous week, she really should have, she’d have to call it all off when she saw him that evening, not risk getting in too deep. She drifted off, a long night and paperwork helped with the ability to be overly tired. That field, that child, she needed to go to Moorcrofts party, she’d said she’d go, but with last night she didn’t want too. As she brought herself to wakefulness she rubbed her eyes and her phone went. She picked it up, a text from Mac. Can you stop Moorcroft doing anything without thinking about it first, please. she responded, but I’m not allowed to kill him and his being alive leads to him not thinking. God her temper was short at the moment. The phone went as soon as she put it down, Please not now, I need you to look after him. Had Mac met Moorcroft? She didn’t want him looked after, he was about to lose his temper with someone and she wanted her to stand in the way, Great she thought, maybe he’ll kill me and save me from having to talk to Arthur.

Saturday - Afternoon
Rex nuzzled at the back of her neck and ran his fingertips down her arm, god she’d missed this, the simplicity of it all. I have missed you he whispered mirroring her thoughts, his voice, his touch, it was just what she needed, If only she didn’t have to go on that scouting mission..... Call me, she’d said, he might do, he might not, she really hoped he did. She got to the field and found some men close by to talk to. The loathsome man couldn't help but watch her, she knew it was the Wyrd. She didn’t really look normal, and right now she needed his attention. A poor chat up line, but a flutter of the eyelashes and she agreed, fine dinner to get you to talk, that would be useful at least.

I sit, curled up with a sketch pad trying to figure out how I feel, sipping at a glass. He is beautiful, amazing. The more I sketch him, the more I realise. Most of my drawings are so plain, but whenever its him...I don’t really know what hat means. I don’t think I’ve felt this way really. Hmm More water I think. I reach for the bottle to pour myself more and sit back sipping it looking at the picture. When did he become that man? When did this happen? Mac stands and puts the sketch pad away leaving an empty bottle of vodka at her side.

Saturday - Evening
I think we should stop seeing each other the words just came, not easily, but more a rush, as if she didn’t say them she never would. I am better than second choice and second best, aren’t I? Her thoughts raced and she tried to stay focused on what needed to be done. He looked so hurt, and she’d done that. She walked away from Tantallon. She moved down the Trod and back towards home and she wiped a tear away from her eye.

Lorica, George, Rose, Red. You really have a lot to answer for. I really don’t like spending an evening trying to make him feel better after you betrayed him like that. I mean Snaggle! He bloody well deserved it. And what is it with you lot and ignoring Monarchs, first Laine now Moorcroft? Does the entire world revolve round your insignificant little Freehold? Or is that just the delusions you were left with? ‘Its not justice... Lorica and George both told me... anyone else they would put against the wall and shot’ Bastards. ‘But how can I stay in a freehold that ignores my advice’ Complete Bastards.

Sunday - A day of rest
An email from Liam, an email from Rex. Both made her smile, she’d offer Rex the choice, Friday or Saturday, the one he didn’t see her on, she’d see Liam, it seemed simple as she sat in her office holding her Tea. Saturday? Rex’s response came back. Perfect she thought. Friday? she offered Liam. Sounds good his response came back. She turned her attention back to the paperwork, she made a note in her Diary, make appointment with Laine about Hjarta’s hotel, speak to him Wednesday.

A nice relaxing day with the man I love. I love him, I told him, and it feels right. I like being here with him. Its so nice, after all the trauma, just to relax. Spending a normal day together. Tomorrow back to work. I have to schedule kidnapping Laine again for another Spa day, perhaps drag Nyght this time I think we all need to relax.

Monday -
The News arrived and knocked her to her very core, Laine was dead. She had just collapsed in reception sitting down as the world moved round her. People were talking round her, and she couldn’t focus, she needed to focus. She ignored the people round her and walked out of the hotel, she started to run, her shoes left behind her. She ran into the woods not caring for the branches that tore at her clothes and scratched at her. When she was away from the hotel she collapsed again. Here away from everyone she would cry, here away from everyone she would allow herself to grieve. A large black panther hedge beast moved over to her and allowed her to hug him while she cried.

She went back to the hotel, Mac had messaged her. Is he dead? Nyght didn’t quite know what to
say. Yes. It was all she could think. I can be with you in 10 minutes. She went to her house and started to pack a bag I have Moorcroft with me, make it tomorrow? Nyght took a breath and typed back Fine.

Laines dead? No! now, he... what? My knees went, my heart stopped. No! Who.... how...? I need to get there, perhaps he’s in the hedge. If he’s in the hedge they ain’t gonna find him. Why am I shaking? ‘Stay with me, let me look after you’ Wha... Moorcroft? ‘but he’s dead.... why?’ Why wont Moorcroft let me go.. I need to go... I have to get there... Laine.... I wanna disappear.

That evening Nyght went for dinner with the Loathsome man she’d agreed to go for dinner with. He wasn’t being helpful, seemed to not want to tell her what she wanted to know, Tell me what you know about that field, its history, the stories and then we can go back to your place. She ran her foot up the inside of his calf and suddenly he was telling her all about it. Fine she thought, you’ll be asleep within 30 minutes, I can look at your dreams and then leave you. Plan enacted, Information found out. Home again.

Tuesday -
Phone call with Moorcroft. God she hated the pity, I am sorry, Rex had said he was sorry too, there was too much other stuff going on for her to be worrying about how she felt about Arthur now. Arriving at Edinburgh, Moorcroft was going on the Train with them, great, she thought not getting to talk to Mac about anything today. Conversation passed and after the dream about the Raven woman, more conversation passed. Nyght lay there pretending to be asleep as the pair confirmed what she had begun to believe. She began to feel numb, too much, everything was too much. When Moorcroft whispered to Mac she lost it. Laine was dead and the man’s libido was still going. What a jerk.

Nyght, Moorcorft, me a train ride. Why does she have to fake things? Things were being ok, but fake being asleep and be annoyed when Moorcroft and me are being coupley. You. were. asleep! And these bloody dreams. Cant it all just stop!

Mac and Nyght got to the hotel to be given all the stuff they needed to get the business stable again before Laines work disappeared just as quickly as he had. Nyght phoned suppliers and contractors and staff while Mac dealt with customers, everything seemed to be so clinical and that made it far easier to deal with the situation, at least in Nyghts Mind.

So we sort the hotel, that should be fine. The coppers were nice. I was a bit surprised, kinda embarrassing telling ‘em I was in Laines room a fair bit, but with everything else I figured I’d tell them before they tried questioning me.

Wednesday -
Mac took them round and looked into how Laine had died, she saw the death, she even saw who did it, just not their face, not properly. Shame thought Nyght, would have made it easier to gut them. She had kept an eye to the emails and people were talking about summer courtiers and how the Summer court would react, Freeholds and how Freeholds would react, no-one had mentioned friendship and how if anyone got in her way she would take them all down on her way to the person who did this.

A shot takes him in the leg. He turns and runs back towards the hotel and a shot takes him in the back. Laine fell dead before another shot hit him again. A dark figure ran to a car and drove off before Alex appears. I’m ill in front of the cops. They shot him again when he were dead? What did he do to deserve that? I should talk to Deelilah and Tod. Just hold it together til then, just gotta keep going til then.

Mac and Nyght sat on the sofa, They talked to cormac, then to Penny and then Mac went to look for other people. Nyght wanted people to stop coming into the room, or at least to do it quietly. She got up as the noise level and increased and wandered through to the main room. She moved to sit quietly in a corner, a man she never had seen before approached her, he looked nervous, she slipped her hands down to the hem of her dress, he wanted to talk about dreams, apparently she was an expert, she explained what to do with the Visions and how to avoid them if you wanted to avoid them. She was rude to Liam, too much at once, too many people, was he holding a package, he had told her he had a present, and then he had disappeared. Crap, better make it up to him on Friday. Kevin reminded her about the scouting she needed to do in Sheffield. Right add that to the list. Delilah, Panthers, permission, done. Next? Back inside. Find Mac. That didn’t take long she thought as she walked back into the building, Mac wasn’t talking to her and was treating her like she was a threat and Moorcroft was being rude to her, this week sucked.

I tell Tod the details but I cant collapse, I gotta keep going. Feelings are a distraction. You exist to work. You do not need to feel. Obey your commands. Do as your told. Fulfill their wants and you won’t get punished. I look round the room we’re sharing. When did we get here? Its a mess, I should sort that. I tidy, this is safe. Drink?

Her temper flared and she abandoned Lothar with Ella-ra. She stormed off in search of a quiet room, straight into Delilah who suddenly figured she was scary, not today, today it was Nyghts turn to be terrifying. Tod stopped that argument before it started. Rex wanted her knives, a knife, but it was still hers. She drew them and handed them to him, as a pair. Delilah left them to watch JJS. She paced and brushed her fingers across Rex’s shoulders, touching did help, well depending on who she was touching; Rex helped. She could feel her temper prickle as JJS goaded her. She crouched down to talk quietly to Rex. As JJS walked out she felt her frustration peak. Rex was on it and a few seconds later he came back in all darkness and shadowsoul, she smiled at him. She tried to persuade JJS to take a seat as threats weren’t working, no luck there either and with delilah’s return she kissed Rex’s cheek and reclaimed her daggers. Now how to deal with Mac and Moorcroft.

Thursday -
She was reading a book when Mac approached her, Mac spoke, Nyght ignored her. Mac looked worried and Nyght looked up sorry I can’t speak to you, Moorcroft isn’t here to give me permission, or you for that matter, Nyght looked back at her book. Mac looked horrified.

I don’t understand Nyght. Why does Moorcroft need to give permission? Whats happened? I think I’ll go home, I wish I understood.
Aleksander.
Patrick.
Rabbit.
Back to life then.

Friday - Again
Nyght went back on the train to Edinburgh and along the Trod to Haltwhistle. She wandered into the kitchens of the Hotel and placed a picnic basket on the table. She left a little note for the chef with brief instructions on what was to go into it. She then went to the fridge, she’d cook for Rex. Well he did say interesting was good and after the last week she just wanted to forget.....

I curl round the bear Moorcroft won me. I sip at a glass. I leave an empty bottle of scotch behind me. I cry. Life....

Comments

[sl4irl.livejournal.com]

It is always interesting to get other character's perspectives. I found the passage where four of Snaggle's closest friends sticking up for him was described as a "betrayal" rather eye-opening. But I can totally see how Mac would wind up with that opinion.

A very entertaining piece, thanks to the pair of you for putting it together. Maybe you could do more?

[frothy-bunny.livejournal.com]

We may do, I will ask my partner in crime about the possibility

[evergreen-d.livejournal.com]

Come up with a premise and sure.

K

[bakela666.livejournal.com]

Excellent.

Really eye opening and enjoyable.

More.