forum There are voices in our heads rp (Closed)

Started October 16, 2018 by @basil_

tune

(oh yeah sorry I forgot, whoops)

"Yeah…" Morrigan murmured, following after.
Macha re-entered the room a moment after, silent.

visitation?

Macha waited anxiously in a long, winding line, fists clenched to hide how badly her hands were shaking. One week, since they'd taken Tyler away. one week with nothing but telepathic conversations while she cried in her bed and willed herself to be strong. But now…. would it hurt, to see him? Was he hurt?

Tyler glanced up and saw two officers opening his cell door. One came in and put him in handcuffs while the other waited outside the door. The officer forced him up and out of the room and began walking with him down the hallway. "What's happening?" Tyler asked, trying not to sound nervous. "You have a visitor." He replied firmly. "Oh.." Tyler looked down, a small smile painted across his lips.

Tyler? she transmitted, swallowing anxiously as she was led through a series of hallways. It's me. I'm coming to see you.

I know..they told me. His smile grew, trying to reflect his feelings of happiness towards her.

The officer led her into a room with a two rows of chairs separated by a long counter and a thick pane of glass (you know what I mean, right?). She sat down at one of the chairs, waiting anxiously for her husband.

(Lol Yeah)

They led Tyler to the..(room thing) and pushed him down in the chair,
prompting him to glare up at them. "I know how to sit." He said angrily as they walked away, turning around a second later. His face lit up when he saw Macha, losing all of the anger it had shown a second before.

(lol)

Macha was fighting back tears, grabbing hold of the phone prisoners and visitors used to communicate and practically slamming it against her ear. "Tyler?"

“Hey, beautiful.” He replied softly, leaning back in his chair and gazing at her lovingly.

A tear slipped down her cheek.
"Oh my god—" she breathed "Are you okay?? What did they do to you??"

“Hey..whoa..It’s okay Macha. They haven’t done anything to me. It’s not ideal, but at least I get to see you..” He said quietly, resting his hand on the bottom of the glass.

Macha's shoulders shook—why couldn't she handle this calmly, like him?
"I missed you—so much—"

“I missed you too..” Tyler smiled sadly. “How are you doing?”

"I'm doing—" Macha saw no point in trying to lie. "I'm…. trying."

“Can I see your arms?” He asked gently, leaning forward a little.

She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling shakily. After a pause, she rolled up both sleeves to expose arms marred with the usual scars and only one fresh cut. "Morrigan and Rafael have been good at keeping me away from sharp objects."

“Okay…good.” Tyler was a bit relieved. He looked back up at Macha. “Have you been eating? Sleeping? You’ve been going to your classes right?”

"No, no, and yes." Marla stared down at the table between them. "Have you been eating and sleeping??"

"Not much of either.." He said, looking down slightly.

"I'm sorry…." she whispered wishing she could reach through the glass separating them.

"Don't be sorry..this'll be over..soon.." Tyler replied, knowing 'soon' was not exactly true."

"Soon is not four and a half (months? years?)." Her voice shook, ready to shatter at any moment.