forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

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Debatable. Macha sidestepped the question and came closer to him. “Are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?”

“I’m fine..” He said quietly, knowing she wouldn’t believe him but not wanting to try and explain his feelings at the moment.

“‘Fine’ is a lie,” she reminded gently and leaned against the wall beside him.

“Fine is an excuse.” He said, walking away from her and into the kitchen.

(G’morning)

Macha felt her heart break, just a little. She was hurting him—— all this was hurting him. Why couldn’t she just be strong?

Tyler got some water, not looking up at her. It wasn't the demon's anger that was inside him, it was his own. Macha reminded him of how much he had hurt her and that the demon wasn't something that he could get rid of. This was the only time he had been mad at her, and only her.

She bowed her head and stood still. Didn’t say a word. Didn’t direct a single thought towards him, only inhaled shakily as a single tear tracked its way down her cheek.

Tyler stood still, his hands leaning on the counter as he stared down at it. This wasn't how it was supposed to be. They were supposed to be better by now

This was her fault. This was all her fault.
Macha squeezed her eyes shut.

Tyler sighed and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her gently.

“This is all my fault… I’m so sorry..” Macha stood limply in his arms. “All my fault..”

“It’s not all your fault, okay? We can both take blame for this.” He said, holding her close.

“But it is my fault—“ Macha choked on whatever she was going to say next, burying her face in her husband’s chest.

“Not all of it darling..” Tyler replied gently, stroking her hair.

Marla just shook her head. Why am I so broken? she asked herself miserably.

Why do I have an instinctive urge to forgive her for everything? Tyler asked himself, glancing down at Macha. I was the only constant in her life..and then I was gone..and that’s what broke her..

Macha was gripping Tyler’s arm tightly as the police interrogated them, trying her best to act the way she’d had the day he’d come back.

(Okay. Sorry I won’t be on a lot this weekend)

Tyler glanced down at her to check if she was all right occasionally. He answered the questions with some difficulty, especially the specific ones.

(dw about it, don't feel pressured to come on or anything)

Macha occasionally sent him telepathic instructions, far from at ease with the officers throwing questions at the both of them. Finally, they stood, both frowning. "When did you get back?"
Macha cut in before he could respond. "Maybe twenty minutes ago?"

Tyler nodded a little, relieved that the officers seemed like they were going to leave soon.

They both gave a curt, simultaneous nod and turned towards the door. "We'll keep in contact, see if we can find this captor," one called over his shoulder. Macha thanked them, and they were gone.

Tyler breathed out as soon as they left, his body relaxing. “And I get locked up as soon as they realize there’s nobody to find..”

"We're not going to let that happen," she said firmly, squeezing his hand. "They'll ask us to do a police sketch, we just have to agree on what the kidnapper looked like beforehand."

“Me getting locked up is inevitable. Our story doesn’t add up and they'll find evidence to prove it wrong.” Tyler replied, letting go of her hand and moving towards the stairs.

"Tyler." Macha caught his hand and pulled him right back. "Do you regret returning, then?"

“Never. I’m just being logical.” He replied firmly, slipping his hand from hers and continuing up the stairs.