ofcatsandfate: (In the shadows~)
Fabrice Georges Coombs ([personal profile] ofcatsandfate) wrote2014-07-07 07:29 am

Cause they say home is where your heart is set in stone. {Open}

Fabrice calls work once he feels able to hold a conversation over the phone and the pain of his scars dull to a manageable roar. Of course, he gets his mother on the line, who worries instantly and, before granting him an excused leave from work, insists on bringing him back home. Her tone leaves little room for argument, and Fabrice finds himself too tired to even make an attempt. So he gathers the little he packed to begin with, gathering it around him as he waits for his mother to arrive.

She doesn't say anything when she arrives at his hotel door, just throws her arms around him and pulls him close. He clings back, shaking with more tears as the severity of the past couple of days continues to haunt through him, like a poltergeist. She brings him out to the car while whispering comforting words, the way she used to do when he was a child.

"The zoo will run just fine without me," she insists, when Fabrice attempts to protest at his mother staying with him at home. She brings him to his old room, still decorated as it was before he left for college, dinosaur comforter and all. She tells him she is making soup before she heads back downstairs.

He curls up on his bed from his youth, his phone next to him on the bedside table. He knows there are texts from multiple people wondering where he is; he'll look at them in a minute, he tells himself, as his eyes fall shut again.

OOC: I know Emily was looking for a way to get in contact with Fabrice, so if anyone knows him/asks around, they'll hear he's staying back with his mother and can get in contact with him that way. Fabrice seems to be my outlet for angst, lately.
callmeemily: ([...] worry)

[personal profile] callmeemily 2014-07-12 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Raleigh's feeling a little bit like a detective these days. Her conversation with Hana reminded her that she wanted to check in with Fabrice - he'd had a hard time, it seemed like, and now-

Now, more than before, she could relate. She could relate, and she just wanted to do something, so she'd showed up to the zoo but he wasn't there - he wasn't there, and she'd been told he was staying with his mother, and that pretty much meant.... yeah. She went to his house.

Asking if Fabrice was home was awkward, but Raleigh was surprised when his mother introduced herself, and then actually lead her upstairs, knocking on his door before she pushes it open and then she's gone, and Raleigh's left standing in the doorway, looking a little bit lost, but somewhat worse for wear. Her face is covered with half-healed bruises and her wrists are bandaged, but she's made the choice to go without one of her crutches for this even though she'll regret it later. Right now, she's leaning on the one crutch she brought with her, a backpack over her other shoulder that's got fresh donuts inside - not made by her, because everything she bakes right now comes out burnt and horrible.

"Hey," she says quietly, "You up for a little company?"