Rory sits on the floor with his back to Kit’s bed, his guitar across his lap, right hand idly pressing chords into the fretboard without actually strumming to make sound. Kit sits on his left, their knees pressed together; Rory can feel the build of energy between them as Kit focuses on the pad of paper in his lap. Carolyn’s image is blooming in charcoal beneath Kit’s hands; Rory doesn’t want to interrupt that with noise.
That’s all his music feels like right now: noise.
Kit tucks his pencil between his teeth, biting down to hold it while he smooths his thumb over dark lines, smudging and smoothing them into shadows. He slows, takes the pencil from his mouth and sets it down as he twists to look at Rory. “You’re not playing.”
Rory shrugs. “Can’t, really. Thorne’s been burying himself in activity—either people or music. I just can’t. It feels like there’s nothing there, or every time I reach for it, I think about how Alaric’s just gone.”
Kit swallows.
“Alaric,” Rory says softly, his best friend’s name sour in his mouth. He’s not the only one who’s lost someone. Kit’s twin is among the missing. “Carolyn. Heather and Nikita. Mattie. Mac. Pawel.”
Kit’s gaze falls to the image of Carolyn. He closes the pad of paper and sets it aside. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not the one who can use the picture to reach her. She has to reach me. I know she will. She has all the pictures I drew for her, and she’ll reach out to me. Or to Serina. Or she’ll just Travel home. She’ll bring them all with her. They’re just gone, Rory. They’ll be back.”
Rory lets go of the guitar, places his hand palm up on Kit’s knee. Kit tangles their fingers together, and Rory sets aside the guitar completely so he can hold Kit instead.
It’s been a week already, since they all just disappeared. Since they had a meeting at Pawel’s house, and the only one left was Del, unconscious, and she has no memory of what happened. “They’ll be back,” Rory whispers, because he has to believe it. Alaric’s like a brother to him, and Kit can’t lose his twin. “And if they aren’t, we’ll make Del remember so we can go find them.”
Missing :: Welcome to PHU, missing scene from Into the Split (Rory/Kit)
Rory sits on the floor with his back to Kit’s bed, his guitar across his lap, right hand idly pressing chords into the fretboard without actually strumming to make sound. Kit sits on his left, their knees pressed together; Rory can feel the build of energy between them as Kit focuses on the pad of paper in his lap. Carolyn’s image is blooming in charcoal beneath Kit’s hands; Rory doesn’t want to interrupt that with noise.
That’s all his music feels like right now: noise.
Kit tucks his pencil between his teeth, biting down to hold it while he smooths his thumb over dark lines, smudging and smoothing them into shadows. He slows, takes the pencil from his mouth and sets it down as he twists to look at Rory. “You’re not playing.”
Rory shrugs. “Can’t, really. Thorne’s been burying himself in activity—either people or music. I just can’t. It feels like there’s nothing there, or every time I reach for it, I think about how Alaric’s just gone.”
Kit swallows.
“Alaric,” Rory says softly, his best friend’s name sour in his mouth. He’s not the only one who’s lost someone. Kit’s twin is among the missing. “Carolyn. Heather and Nikita. Mattie. Mac. Pawel.”
Kit’s gaze falls to the image of Carolyn. He closes the pad of paper and sets it aside. “It doesn’t matter. I’m not the one who can use the picture to reach her. She has to reach me. I know she will. She has all the pictures I drew for her, and she’ll reach out to me. Or to Serina. Or she’ll just Travel home. She’ll bring them all with her. They’re just gone, Rory. They’ll be back.”
Rory lets go of the guitar, places his hand palm up on Kit’s knee. Kit tangles their fingers together, and Rory sets aside the guitar completely so he can hold Kit instead.
It’s been a week already, since they all just disappeared. Since they had a meeting at Pawel’s house, and the only one left was Del, unconscious, and she has no memory of what happened. “They’ll be back,” Rory whispers, because he has to believe it. Alaric’s like a brother to him, and Kit can’t lose his twin. “And if they aren’t, we’ll make Del remember so we can go find them.”