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It had been a rough week. Cameron was feeling a bit ill. It wasn't enough to keep him in bed or anything, but even a cough was enough to keep him from leaving Phalanx. Leaving the grounds ran the risk of exposure, as Cam was horrendous at keeping from phasing while under any sort of distress or discomfort. And if there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was being confined.
To avoid going stir-crazy, he'd asked Aisling to meet him in the library. He liked it there, always returning to a corner he'd claimed as his own behind the stacks. He liked to draw there because it was quiet, and he liked to draw with Aisling because she seemed to understand him better than anyone else in the house.
He'd begun speaking to her soon after she arrived. He didn't tend to start conversations with people, but something about this girl intrigued him. Something about her silence always seemed so loud to him. And so one day, he'd introduced himself.
And so there they were, in his favorite spot in the back of the library. He sat with his legs crossed and his back against a wall, sketching a dragon on thick paper with a charcoal pencil. He preferred to leave his sketches uncolored-- it made them seem more raw.
"Heard there's gonna be a new used book store up the street," he shared in a hushed tone, his eyes remaining on his sketchbook. He lifted his arm to cough into it before continuing.
"That storm keep you up last night?" It'd kept him up, but the sound of paper crinkling across the street would have kept him up.
Post by Aisling Maeve Donoghue on Nov 19, 2018 21:21:32 GMT
Catching up on all of the education that she had missed while being locked away in Monroeville was difficult. There was something off about the hospital and she had known it from the moment her mother was sent there. The fact that she never even got to know the woman was something that left her unsettled and left her with a lot of questions. Her father had never talked about her and had instead been content in a life with just his daughter. Unfortunately, that meant that Aisling never got to know her mother. Even after she herself had wound up in that horrible place, she’d never found any signs of her mom, she never heard whispers of her name. It was like she was just gone - a ghost in the wind that Aisling only had a picture of.
Phalanx was different, though. They seemed to care about their students and genuinely wanted the best for them. She was still convinced that it was some kind of joke and that the world she was getting used to would come crashing down at any moment. It made it hard to let people in, but she was trying. Thus far, there had really only been one person that she found herself rather attached to.
Cameron was a skinwalker, which didn’t really mean anything to Aisling. She knew about the taboo that surrounded it, but she had never understood it. Many that she met had been kind enough and Cam was no different. In fact, he was someone that seemed to understand her. They had both lost their parents, though not particularly in the same way. A loss was a loss, at the end of the day, and Aisling found comfort in knowing that there was someone out there who could relate to how she was feeling. The friendship that had manifested in that time was something she cherished.
When Cameron had asked her to meet him in the library, she had agreed without hesitation. It was a good enough place to work on some of her homework, but it was also a good place to unwind and doodle. She was sat in an overstuffed bean bag chair, her pen gliding against the paper as she sketched. Pen was a medium that she comfortable using and any mistakes she made were often reformed into part of the piece.
”Yeah? Wonder if I can get my hands on a first edition of Frankenstein,” she pondered, pausing in her work to look over at Cameron when he coughed. ”You should take something for that.” Setting her paper to the side, she turned her head to glance out the window. It was a beautiful day, a stark contrast to the evening that they had been through. ”Didn’t keep me up, but I was restless.” That might have had something more to do with the fact that she was battling her own nightmare demons than the storm, but that was neither here nor there.
Cameron would be so much interested in being around people if they were all like Aisling.
No pressure to entertain. No pressure to sound impressive or act a certain way.
"I'll keep an eye out. I should reread that one," he acknowledged with a grin. In his opinion, Frankenstein was one of the rare gems among required college-level reading. Cam wasn't even a student anymore but he liked to stay up to date with the classic books. "Or we can check it out together, if I ever get my shit together." And Jesus, if he didn't do so soon he was going to lose his mind.
"It's fine," he assured in response to his cough. "Just a pain in the ass at this point." He smirked at her. "Couldn't stop thinking of me, huh?" he said, though clearly in jest. "Sorry to hear it," he added more seriously. "That's kind of a regular thing for you, isn't it?" he asked curiously, knowing briefly of her nightmare situation but not having probed too much. He hated when people probed him, so he was mindful not to do it to others.
"Your hair looks nice today," he offered casually, glancing back down at his pencil. Cam could be a bit awkward, but it was his way of just genuinely trying to be nice. He meant it, nonetheless. "Mind if I look?" he asked, gesturing at what she was working on. "Must be nice to draw after all the work you've had. How's that going?"
Post by Aisling Maeve Donoghue on Nov 23, 2018 0:41:49 GMT
Cameron was one of the better ones, that much was certain.
Aisling didn’t have a lot of friends, but she also found that it wasn’t necessary. She had always preferred the quality to quantity and quality was exactly what she had found within some of the people at Monroeville as well as at Phalanx. The truth of the matter was that friends were not something that she had any amount of expertise in and navigating that type of relationship was as foreign to her as navigating an actual relationship. Which only brought her mind towards one of the new students at Phalanx House.
Jaxon was… something else, that was for sure. She had difficult keeping her mind off of him which might have explained why she had found herself working on a portrait of him. Part of her wondered if it was weird, if maybe she shouldn’t have been working on anything at all, but a part of her was hoping that by expressing her medium onto paper that maybe he would stop clouding her every thought. Not that it was something she minded, but it was going to be difficult to focus on anything else if there were all of these little things that made her think about him.
”You should, but remember - I’ve got dibs on a copy,” she said, pointing her pen at Cam. Raising her eyes from her sketch over to him, she tilted her head, considering the offer that he had put forth. ”Yeah, why not. Do you know when it opens?” Aisling loved the smell of old books. There was something about the history of them within the smell of their books that made a part of her mind feel like it was finally at peace. It was a difficult thing for her mind to find the quiet that wasn't screaming at her.
Her brow arched inquisitively when he said that he was fine. He certainly didn’t sound fine, but she wasn’t one to push the matter. ”More like I couldn’t stop thinking about a particular pyro,” she confided. While it was true that the majority of her nights were restless anyway because of her ability. Slipping into the nightmares of random people was something that would have given anyone a restless mind. ”But you’re right. It’s regular enough that these circles under my eyes aren’t painted on.”
Cam's rather stoic expression while he complimented her hair drew a smile to her a face. There was something about him that made her feel like she could trust him with anything, no matter how silly or serious it might have been. Aisling believed that he was a rare breed of person. Her eyes shifted to the drawing she had set down and then back to Cam. He was someone that she considered to be a best friend and if she couldn’t show him what she had been working on. Worrying the inside of her bottom lip for a moment, Aisling sighed and picked up the sketchpad, handing it over to him. ”Don’t be too critical.”
Post by Cameron Gallagher on Nov 25, 2018 2:34:56 GMT
Cam grinned, eager to go spend hours looking at books. "I think it said the 30th? It was on a sign up the street. It's gonna be in that building that used to be that weird pizza place." The place had always been sketchy. Cameron was glad that it was being used for good now.
He smirked when Aisling mentioned the particular pyro. "Still, huh?" he asked, feeling a little bad for her. "Have you talked to him yet?" He knew that talking to people wasn't always easy (it certainly wasn't for him, anyway) but he knew that she liked the guy and someone other than Cameron needed to know if she was going to get anywhere with him. "I swear, Ais, you're so chill. He's gonna like you." She was so easy to spend time with. Cameron couldn't imagine someone not expressing interest in her, at least.
"Sleep would probably help you out, though. I'm sorry it's been shitty. Can I help, at all? I mean, I don't know if there's anything I can do, but... let me know if there is." He just wanted to be supportive in any way that he could.
He took her sketchbook when she handed it over, grinning when he saw what she'd been working on. "Seriously?" he said with a chuckle, shaking his head. "Being completely critical, this is really good," he assured, looking it over carefully. "It looks just like him. You doing this from memory, or did you snap some stalker picture of him that you keep under your pillow?"
Post by Aisling Maeve Donoghue on Dec 2, 2018 18:13:37 GMT
Aisling didn’t know what it was about Cam that made her feel perpetually at ease, but it was a feeling that she hoped would never fade. ”That place was the most sketch. I was only there once before it closed. Wouldn’t have missed much if I didn’t go at all,” she mused. She wouldn’t have been surprised if the building had been used to solicit illegal activities ranging from drugs to sex. Hopefully the people that were converting it into the book shop bought the stores in town out of all of their cleaning products in order to sanitize it before before actually opening their doors to the public. She was eager to be able to see what they would do with the place, though her memory of it as a pizza place was foggy at best. Aisling was certain that Cam would take the opportunity to point out to her all the things that were different than what they had once been.
As the conversation turned towards Jaxon, it was next to impossible to keep the smile off of her face. It was rare for her to feel such a kinship with someone right away. Cameron had been the last one that it happened with. They were opposites, but there was something innately similar about them at the same time, something that pulled them together like opposite poles of a magnet and the friendship that had formed since then was one of the best that Aisling could ever recall having.
”We did talk, actually. On the porch the other night.” They had talked for a while, confessing their darkest sins to one another under beneath the comfort of a shared blanket. He made her stomach flip and her palms sweaty. It was weird feeling like she was just a girl with a crush and not someone who had the ability to make something happen. ”He’s complicated, but I think he’ll stay here. I hope he will, at least.” Granted Aisling didn’t know how long she herself was going to stay at Phalanx, but she also had no immediate plans to leave or go anywhere else. It wasn’t like she could afford it if she wanted to, but the home was growing on her. Not to mention how would she be able to sneak up on Cam whenever she wanted if they weren't under the same roof?
”I appreciate it, but nah,” Aisling said, offering a smile that hopefully compensated for the fact that help wasn’t something he could give. ”Sometimes I’m afraid to sleep, to be honest. I worry something might happen, something that I can control if I’m awake.” The idea of sleeping, a deep sleep at that, was something that scared her more than she felt she could put into words. Still, Cam’s support meant the world to her and once more she found herself wondering how she had gotten so lucky to have him in her life.
Aisling wrung her fingers together as she waited for Cam’s review of her sketch. It was something that she had done in Monroeville to pass the time and continued to do at Phalanx in order to feel like the massive change wasn’t as difficult to handle. ”Really?” Craning her neck, she looked over at the sketch and grinned at the image looking back at her. ”Mostly memory. And I’ll have you know that all of my stalker photos go in a box inside of the trunk at the end of my bed. I have a secret compartment just for that, full of your dorky expressions,” Aisling teased, taking her sketchbook back from him. ”Alright, alright. What have you been working on, hm?”
Post by Cameron Gallagher on Dec 10, 2018 5:40:00 GMT
So Aisling and Jaxon had talked. Cam grinned slightly, nodding in approval. That was a step in the right direction. "And he was a complete and utter gentleman, I'm sure," he said with a raised brow, because he was ready to fight someone if Aisling wasn't treated well. "I'm happy for you, though," he added genuinely, for the most part in full support of the relationship. Afterall, he wanted Aisling to be happy.
He sighed, nodding. "If he doesn't stay, he's got some shit he needs to figure out. If it's meant to be, he'll come back when he's ready." If he wasn't ready for Aisling, then she had to let him take care of his family stuff so he could come back and focus on her when he was able. "And... you don't need a guy who won't come back."
"I'm sorry-- shit-- I wish I could do something." He hated hearing that she couldn't sleep-- that she didn't want to out of fear. "Maybe... maybe there's a way to get more control over it. I mean... it's probably easier said than done but... maybe talk to Ash," he suggested. The man was a lot more knowledgeable in that department than Cameron was. "It's up to you, though. You always have me, though."
He couldn't stop grinning as he looked over her work. "Really," he assured. Cam didn't hand out compliments. You had to earn them from him. He laughed at the thought of her stalker trunk, nodding. "Right, so I have a trunk to go set fire to," he pointed out. Because if she had any pictures of him, they needed to be destroyed.
"Nothing much. I mean... not after that," he said with a scoff, gesturing at her drawing and handing it back to her. "It's you," he said with a smirk, putting his pencil down and handing her the book.
Post by Aisling Maeve Donoghue on Dec 16, 2018 1:25:35 GMT
Noticing the appeared on her best friend’s face, Aisling reached out across the space between them and swatted at him. She knew exactly what that grin was insinuating - the very obvious fact that she had warmed up to Jaxon rather quickly, which meant that he had somehow managed to worm his way into the cavity of her chest where her heart was said to be. ”As much of a gentleman as any boy can be,” she said pointedly. Even as she said it, she couldn’t help but smile. The concern that Cam had shown was touching and Aisling knew that he would have fought anyone that tried to mess with her, just as she knew that she would do the same for him. They never had to even question why with one another, which was probably one of the most refreshing things about their friendship.
”Thanks, Cam,” Ais said sincerely. ”I don’t know, only time will tell. He says Astor is nice, so I guess that’s something. I suppose that’s part of why I stayed, too.” Astor had never made her feel like she was going to be chastised for having an opinion. He never made her think that the things she said or did were going to get her locked up or kicked out of the house. He was, for the most part, calm and attempted to reassure people that they would have a home here for as long as they need if they weren't causing trouble. ”I guess if he doesn’t stay and doesn’t come back, things just weren't meant to be. I’m sort of used to that.” She realized how depressing that was, but that didn’t make it any less true.
Just as she was used to things not working out, she was equally as used to the nightmares that prevented her from sleeping. It was a complicated sort of thing. When she slept, she couldn’t always control whose head she ended up in and their dreams always seemed to edge into nightmares by the time she left them. Sometimes she could bounce around several minds a night, it all just depended on how restless her own was. The double-edged sword came that the longer she wound up in the dreams of others, the less control she had over her own - which was stupid when she couldn’t always control the jumping. ”I’m sure there is, I just... “ She was scared. Plain and simple, but uttering the words was too much for her to do. ”I can’t seem to control the things that I need to control, no matter how much I try. I wish I could have been born like you. Taking faces seems like something easier to deal with.”
”If you touch that trunk, I’ll end up in your nightmares, Cameron Gallagher,” Aisling said with a faux sense of seriousness. Aisling absolutely had pictures of Cameron that she had sketched, moments when she had noticed him looking peaceful or pensive - the times when she felt that he really shined. He had been her main medium for longer than what she would admit and Aisling justified it as coming with the best friend territory.
Reaching out to take the sketch that Cameron held out to her, and fully expecting to see a photo of herself, Aisling couldn’t help but laugh at the dragon that had been presented to her. ”I don’t think I’ve ever seen such an accurate representation of myself. You even captured my judging expression!”
Post by Cameron Gallagher on Dec 27, 2018 4:31:28 GMT
Cameron laughed when Aisling swatted at him, instinctively jerking his head away. "Come on, Ais, it's not like it's some big secret." The two were kind of obvious about their undying love for one another, and this was coming from Cam, the single most socially oblivious person on the planet. "Good," he confirmed when Aisling assured that Jaxon had been a gentleman. "I'll cut his balls off if he hurts you."
"Oh, yea. Ash is... he's great. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him." Before Cam had met Aisling, he'd needed support and Astor was where he found it. He felt closer to Astor than he did to his own brother and he was incredibly grateful for the man. "Hey-- you're right. If it's not meant to be, what can you do? But I think it'll work out... I really do." He definitely didn't want to see Aisling get hurt but he did understand that Jaxon's family was important to him. Even so, Cam was feeling pretty optimistic about it. "Just... let him do what he has to do and offer support if he needs it," he suggested. That was all she could do, really.
"I'm sorry," he offered, knowing she was scared and not wanting to make her talk about it more than she wanted to. "I know it sucks," he said. He really did. He did scoff slightly when she mentioned wanting to be a skinwalker. "Yea... get sick and you can't go outside because if you slip, you get thrown in Monroeville." It was his greatest fear, and so he tried to be extra careful. "It's not so easy getting control over it," he pointed out. Now it wasn't so bad... but he'd worked for the control that he had learned. "Yanno-- I threw up the first time it happened... like... really happened. I looked in a mirror and I didn't see my own face." It had scared him... more than anything else ever had. And he'd had plenty to be afraid of.
Her threat made him laugh. "Would you? You think you have the guts to get in here?" he asked, pointing at his head. "It's pretty fucked up. You've been warned." Either way, he wasn't particularly scared of her bringing nightmares to his sleep. Again... fear wasn't exactly new to him.
He grinned as she looked at his drawing. "Thanks... I thought so." He leaned his head back against a bookshelf, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. "So... how many drawings of me are in that trunk? Four? Seventeen? I need answers."
Post by Aisling Maeve Donoghue on Jan 9, 2019 19:27:59 GMT
If Cam had been anyone else, Aisling would have probably offered up unending nightmares. However, his spot as her best friend diminished any threats that she might have made against him, knowing full well that if their roles had been reversed, she would have been giving him grief in return. ”It’s not a secret, but we haven’t discussed anything, either. We both have pasts that aren’t easy to get over,” she explained. They both came from difficult histories, drastically different but somehow similar at the same time. Still, Cam’s promise to relieve Jaxon of his family jewels if any harm befell her was something that warmed her heart and made her appreciate the skinwalker all over again. ”I would expect nothing less.”
Astor was probably one of the few adult figures that Aisling had ever felt comfortable around. He understood the past that she came from and didn’t push her. That was something that had meant infinitely more to her than any other gesture might have. Ais was almost positive that he was the first positive adult role model that many of the kids at Phalanx had ever been exposed to; he had saved a lot of them. Though they all showed their gratitude in different ways, she knew that they all felt it. There was a kinship holding them together now and Aisling knew that she would do what she could to ensure that life at Phalanx remained as relaxed as possible.
Turning her gaze back towards Cam, she flashed him a smile. ”You know me; I’m not the type to push anything. If he decides something else, that’s his business,” she said, shrugging her shoulders as though it wouldn’t have bothered her. That wasn’t the truth, but she wasn’t going to be the person to stand between someone and their family. Her own family was non-existent so her experiences weren't the greatest, but that didn’t mean that other people had to suffer because of it.
Aisling didn’t talk about her own nightmares with the majority of people. They didn’t know that her ability was something that she couldn’t control where her own mind was concerned. Cameron had been the first person that she actually felt comfortable talking to, the first person that she felt safe confiding in. He knew the extent of her nightmares, if only because many of those sleepless nights had been spent with him, staying up and discussing everything under the sun. ”I feel like not going outside could be beneficial. It’s a dark world out there, anyway,” she reminded him. ”It sucks that neither of us had someone to help us when we needed it.”
Drawing her knees up to her chest, Aisling looked back over at Cam and shrugged her shoulders. ”You haven’t seen what my own mind can conjure up. I think yours might be pretty tame in comparison.” Her threat had been empty, though. Delving into the mind of one of her closest friends was something that she was trying to avoid at all costs. It didn’t matter how much she couldn’t always control the minds that she jumped into. Cam’s had been safe thus far and she wanted desperately to keep it that way.
As the topic turned back towards the sketches that she had in her trunk, Ais quirked an eyebrow and shook her head. ”You’re going to have to settle for not knowing. Besides, I rather enjoy the look on your face as you try to figure it out.” She grinned over at him. ”And before you think that you’ll destroy them all, you should know the trunk isn’t the only place I’ve stashed drawings.”
Post by Cameron Gallagher on Jan 16, 2019 0:48:03 GMT
A smirk came over Cam's face. "Say the word and I'll search his side of the room for his Aisling box while he's out," he pointed out. He'd do it, positive he'd find at least one 'A+J' doodle hiding somewhere.
"I know," he assured, giving her a light shove and grinning. "It'll work out." No matter how it ended, he'd be there for her. She had his support and that would never change. After all, he didn't have many other people to share that support with.
"Okay, fucking negative," he said, chuckling with amusement until the laughs turned to coughs. Right... that was why he wasn't outside. He'd nearly forgotten. "It sucks out there, yea, but Phalanx is so small." He'd take adventure and the problems that came with it over sitting in the same scene his entire life. He was bored far too easily for this life. Hiding... it wasn't his thing. And she was right, that it sucked that they'd faced hardship alone. But more than anything, he was thankful to have her now.
"That's a good point. You're a fucking psycho," he said in good humor, offering a mischievous grin. He'd have thrown his arms around her were it not for his fear of getting her sick. "I wouldn't be mad," he added more seriously. "If you ever got in there by accident," he assured, pointing to his head. "I just... really wouldn't want to talk about it." And that was nothing personal. It was just... Cam.
He grinned at her comment about how he wouldn't be able to get all of the drawings in one go. "Phalanx better watch out. I might have to burn it down."
Post by Aisling Maeve Donoghue on Feb 9, 2019 0:56:54 GMT
Lifting her hand to her heart, Aisling looked towards Cam with a grin, ”Be still my beating heart.” There were few friendships that she had ever seen in the world that seemed to be as tight as the bond that she had developed with Cameron in the short year that she had been at Phalanx. It was easy to feel like the time had been a lot longer whenever they were hanging out together and she was reminded all over again why it was that she was grateful to be out of Monroeville and in a place where people actually gave a shit about her.
Aisling knew he was right though, even as her body swayed to the side with his playful shove. Everything would work out. There was no knowing exactly how everything would play out, but if Monroeville had taught Aisling anything, it was the patience to be able to deal with the unknown and try and figure out the best way to approach any issues that she had on hand.
”Negative is easy to be.” Even as she said her, her gaze grew concerned at the coughing that suddenly came out of her best friend again. ”You sure you’re not dying? Because that would kind of be a shitty thing for you to do to me,” Aisling stated deadpan. It was a good thing that her brand of humor wasn’t something that was lost on the skinwalker across from her. There would definitely be some issues between them if he didn’t understand a joke from her at this point. They had both gone through too much, both separate and together, for them not to know how to read each other.
”It takes one to know one,” she reminded him, matching his grin with her own. ”But it’s good to know. I hate not always being able to control where I go or how long I’m in there. It used to be terrifying, but I feel like I’m starting to get to that point where not a lot really scares me, you know?” That was probably just part of having an ability that you didn’t have completely control over, but Aisling was trying her best.
At his comment to burn Phalanx down in search of hidden sketches, Aisling pointed her pencil at him. ”Don’t let Astor hear you talking like that. He might make you do chores and hide the matches. Though that would mean you could just ask Jaxon if he wanted to help. I don’t imagine he would go for that, though. Don’t quote me on that.”
