[ The basement is a space she doesn't tread into unwittingly, recognizing that some of her previous reticence had to do more with the fact that it had always been a space Grayson had claimed as his own, allowing other people entry when he deemed it more appropriate. The last time she'd ventured down here had been to draw him out herself, only to have him reach for her, to pull her down into the dirt with him, to press himself against her until it seemed as though there was little that could tear them apart.
The memory of it, in this moment, is so vivid that it stops her in her tracks, silhouetted by the stairs that descend into the darkness, but her eyes can see everything, even what might attempt to hide in the shadows, and her steps are certain as she finally makes her way down into the space, finding Carver with a slow turn of her head.
There are no words to offer comfort, nothing she can extend save herself, and she doesn't hesitate to sink to her knees in the dirt next to him, heedless of the mess she might be making of her dress, simply establishing a place by his side as she does her best not to wring pale hands over her lap. ]
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The memory of it, in this moment, is so vivid that it stops her in her tracks, silhouetted by the stairs that descend into the darkness, but her eyes can see everything, even what might attempt to hide in the shadows, and her steps are certain as she finally makes her way down into the space, finding Carver with a slow turn of her head.
There are no words to offer comfort, nothing she can extend save herself, and she doesn't hesitate to sink to her knees in the dirt next to him, heedless of the mess she might be making of her dress, simply establishing a place by his side as she does her best not to wring pale hands over her lap. ]