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exsiliumlogs2014-02-01 01:16 pm
variates) wrote in exsiliumlogs2014-02-01 01:16 pm
( just the beating of hearts )
Date & Time: end of january-ish
Location: clone club house
Characters: sarah manning, cosima niehaus, possibly other clones?
Summary: there's only so much wilful blindness that can happen before one's forced to connect the dots. sarah's hit her limit.
Warnings: talk of illness
[ there's certain things that are easier to hide when there's an unknown corporation preoccupying your time and several thousand kilometres between the two of you anyways. but it hasn't been that way for months and having stayed with cosima for just as long, sarah's had no choice but to begin paying attention to things.
it doesn't happen automatically. when she sees the spot of blood on the edges of their shared sink, she thinks nothing of it. she hears the other clone coughing violently at times, but it doesn't occur to her to link it to more than a simple reaction to their changing environment. had these only happened once, maybe it wouldn't have been cause for worry. but the blood stains appear more frequently and a few times, sarah catches a glimpse of them clinging to numerous tissues hastily balled up and thrown into the bin.
suspicion creeps into the back of her mind, but so does worry. all of it seems to hold an eerie air of familiarity and sarah thinks back to the german — katja, who'd been plagued by similar symptoms. the prolonged evidence means that it couldn't be anyone but cosima, who'd been living with her the longest. questions fill her mind as she tries to decipher what it could mean for her, for cosima, for all of them, but they flit around her brain, unanswered as worry and a sense of anger impede any rational thought.
so sarah waits, sitting on their measly furnishings, and waits to confront the other clone when she returns back to their home. ]
Location: clone club house
Characters: sarah manning, cosima niehaus, possibly other clones?
Summary: there's only so much wilful blindness that can happen before one's forced to connect the dots. sarah's hit her limit.
Warnings: talk of illness
[ there's certain things that are easier to hide when there's an unknown corporation preoccupying your time and several thousand kilometres between the two of you anyways. but it hasn't been that way for months and having stayed with cosima for just as long, sarah's had no choice but to begin paying attention to things.
it doesn't happen automatically. when she sees the spot of blood on the edges of their shared sink, she thinks nothing of it. she hears the other clone coughing violently at times, but it doesn't occur to her to link it to more than a simple reaction to their changing environment. had these only happened once, maybe it wouldn't have been cause for worry. but the blood stains appear more frequently and a few times, sarah catches a glimpse of them clinging to numerous tissues hastily balled up and thrown into the bin.
suspicion creeps into the back of her mind, but so does worry. all of it seems to hold an eerie air of familiarity and sarah thinks back to the german — katja, who'd been plagued by similar symptoms. the prolonged evidence means that it couldn't be anyone but cosima, who'd been living with her the longest. questions fill her mind as she tries to decipher what it could mean for her, for cosima, for all of them, but they flit around her brain, unanswered as worry and a sense of anger impede any rational thought.
so sarah waits, sitting on their measly furnishings, and waits to confront the other clone when she returns back to their home. ]
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rationally, she knows it doesn't mean much. identical twins are a normal thing that happen. like kira, some might consider the two of them to be an anomaly: twin clones. sarah didn't have control over any of it any more than cosima did and holding her accountable was illogical. still, there is a pit in her stomach that refuses to subside.
she reaches the front door. before entering, she stretches her arms to the door and leans against it. the resources that they had here weren't enough to figure out what was wrong with her (and potentially all of them). taking a deep breath, cosima grabs the door handle and enters, seeing sarah. )
Hey.
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You were out late.
[ not that she particularly cares about that, given her own tendency to leave their lodgings at random hours of the night. but that wasn't cosima's usual way of doing things and the fact that the other woman was spending more time elsewhere only raises sarah's suspicions. ]
We need to talk.
[ and it's said in an uncharacteristically solemn tone for sarah that alarm bells ought to be ringing in cosima's head already. ]
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( there's a tiredness in her voice, not because she's physically tired, but mentally exhausted from thinking. her plan had been to just creep into bed and call it a night but that didn't seem to be sarah's plan. )
Everything okay?
( cosima recognizes the tone–it's the same one that comes up when sarah discusses clone killing clones aka helena aka her twin sister )
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[ it comes out more frankly than she'd intended, but sarah figures that maybe it's time that she is direct about it. beating around the bush wouldn't help either of them, especially if cosima was on the verge of dying from who knows whatever it was that was affecting them. ]
I know what you've been trying to hide, Cosima.