Sheriff Harry S. Truman (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
likewatson) wrote2013-04-11 05:13 pm
likewatson) wrote2013-04-11 05:13 pm
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[Harry's known for his serious disposition, but today, he's looking as somber as ever. Certainly more somber than anyone here has seen him.
He's not sad, though. He might look like he's lost some sleep, but he hasn't been crying. Here's the thing about Harry and grief: he either accepts it outright, or he doesn't. Part of him always knew he'd lose Coop, one way or the other — one of them would leave this place to go back home, and that would be it. Same with Albert and Gordon. Same for everyone, even the people he doesn't know from his own world. That's the nature of this place. The nature of all places, when he thinks about it.
Everyone leaves, eventually. In some way or another.
Since part of him anticipated this, he's accepted it. Sure, it still stings, and yes, he's half-terrified by the thought of what Coop has gone back home to, but he keeps telling himself that it will be okay. He's at the point where he almost believes it.
Holmes the Noctowl is seated next to him out in the dark yard when the transmission begins, red eyes distractedly following something out in the distance. He doesn't seem to mind the hand buried in the feathers of his back, which is good, because Harry's not letting go anytime soon.
When he speaks, his voice is a little gravelly.]
Hi, everyone.
I'm sure you all know by now, but if not: Special Agent Dale Cooper has gone back home.
[He pauses, searching for the right words.
And finds nothing.
The transmission ends.]
He's not sad, though. He might look like he's lost some sleep, but he hasn't been crying. Here's the thing about Harry and grief: he either accepts it outright, or he doesn't. Part of him always knew he'd lose Coop, one way or the other — one of them would leave this place to go back home, and that would be it. Same with Albert and Gordon. Same for everyone, even the people he doesn't know from his own world. That's the nature of this place. The nature of all places, when he thinks about it.
Everyone leaves, eventually. In some way or another.
Since part of him anticipated this, he's accepted it. Sure, it still stings, and yes, he's half-terrified by the thought of what Coop has gone back home to, but he keeps telling himself that it will be okay. He's at the point where he almost believes it.
Holmes the Noctowl is seated next to him out in the dark yard when the transmission begins, red eyes distractedly following something out in the distance. He doesn't seem to mind the hand buried in the feathers of his back, which is good, because Harry's not letting go anytime soon.
When he speaks, his voice is a little gravelly.]
Hi, everyone.
I'm sure you all know by now, but if not: Special Agent Dale Cooper has gone back home.
[He pauses, searching for the right words.
And finds nothing.
The transmission ends.]
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[Turning to walk backwards with a gentle smile, she stays a few steps ahead of him so she can look up to him.]
Yourself? [It's the offer to listen, though he can speak of whatever he likes.]
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[Certainly way bigger than Twin Peaks.]
I can show you around, if you want. And I'm okay, all things considered.
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