Lilo was up in a tree again, focused on the birds flying around her and the roughness of the tree branch. Her hallucinations had taken a turn for the worse lately, and she didn’t need any stresses. After all, the voices gave her enough stress, not allowing her to sleep and screaming in her head. The little girl was so tired, so exhausted, so pained… All she could do was stare at the sky and hope for better days.
“It isn’t, Ella.” Lilo replied shakily, shaking her head as she said it. “It really isn’t. It’s amazing out here, in the garden.”
Looking up in the tree, she gives a small smile to the younger woman. “It is… it really is amazing, Lilo,” she comments, resting her palms against the bark of the tree, craning her head to get a better look at her. “What are you doing so high up there?”
Mad glanced over his shoulder, about to dismiss whoever it was that had called out to him only for him to spot Ella. A smile spread across his lips as he tried to yank the long cord whilst keeping his gaze on Ella. “No,” he puffed a little. “I’m fine dear. I haven’t seen you in a while,” Pulls again. “Have you been in the library?”
Even though he had told her he didn’t need help, she didn’t really believe him. She straightens, heading his way. Her fingers close over his, gently pulling his hands away so she could try and get the cords undone. She gives him a small smile, looking up at him through her lashes. “I… well, I’ve been in my room or… trying to find this place that I can sort of remember. I have no idea where it is, though, but I can remember it being a place where I felt safe and just… well… I wish I knew where it was…” she mumbles, before lowering her gaze and focusing on trying to untangle the cords.
“Yeah, you’d think the idea of springtime would have folks comin’ out in droves…guess they’re still hibernating.” He watches as she turns on her heels and starts towards the greenhouse; tossing his cigarette to the dirt, he snuffs it out under his toe and starts to follow along behind her. “Sure, why not.” He could still see something going on in the way she carried herself, but Hades wasn’t sure what it was. Perhaps she was just tired of being cooped up inside the building. “So, what’ve you been up to, aside from keeping yourself indoors?” Hades chimed in the background as she walked ahead briskly, keeping his gait slow but taking long strides to keep up with her.
She wraps her arms around herself, as if hugging her own body, then gives her shoulders a slight shrug. “Nothing. Not really,” she comments, telling him the truth. She hadn’t really been doing anything. “I’m not that interesting,” Ella lets out a small laugh, sounding slightly bitter.
Mad grimaced as he struggled to extract the deflated balloons from the bushes where he had held Dee’s birthday tea party. One of Liza Hearts conditions to giving Mad the things he needed was that he was to return them. Over a week had passed and Mad had neglected to do it. “Blast,” he curse - or at least, came the closest Mad could to cursing - as he tugged on the string harder. “Move you seven-winged devil!”
Hearing the commotion, Ella’s curiosity got the better of her and she moves to where the sounds are coming from. Seeing Mad, she watches him, before leaning up against the tree and messing with her fingers. “Mad?” She calls out, softly, trying to gain his attention. “Are… do you need some help?”
The tone of her voice was a little more distant than he expected, but Hades still gave her a faint smirk when she replied, nodding as he came to a pause. “That’s good. Glad to hear it.”
Shrugging, Hades looked around the garden, and back at the building in the distance before turning to her. “Oh, I’m doin’ fine. Met some new patients…they seem friendly enough. Been mostly keeping to myself though, I’m afraid.”
“So, where’re you headed?” He asked softly, drawing his cigarette out and tapping the ash away from him before folding his arms across his chest.
Ella gives him a small nod, before her gaze starts to wander. She feels restless and she’s really not sure why. She just knows that she needs to start moving again. “I’ve been keeping to myself, too. Seems pretty common here,” she mutters, before starting to head towards the greenhouse once again, her shoes crunching against the gravel. “The greenhouse. You want to come with me?”
Outside for his daily smoke, Hades had been leaning against the side of the building and gazing out into the garden when he saw someone exit and start towards the greenhouses. Hades spotted the flash of blonde hair, recognizing her immediately; he hadn’t seen her for a while, but list time they spoke, things had felt tense and awkward as he struggled not to set her off. Taking a drag on his cigarette, Hades followed after her as she spoke softly to herself a few feet ahead. Smirking, he cleared his throat and stuffed his hands in his pockets as he trailed behind the young woman. “Doin’ alright there, Ella?”
“Hmm?” Her voice is rather airy, distracted, and she blinks slightly to get a good look at the man in front of her. “Oh, yes, of course, Hades,” Ella replies, giving him a slight smile before looking down. In truth, she hasn’t been okay, but she wasn’t going to tell people. They had their own things to deal with and this was something that she had to deal with on her own. “Umm… how about you?” She asks, trying to make conversation.
Ella murmurs as she steps outside, beginning to walk down the path towards the garden. She looks deep in her thoughts, her jacket draped lightly over her frail body. The blonde hardly notices anyone or anything, just mostly focused on heading towards the greenhouse. It wasn’t until someone spoke that it brought her out of her thoughts, her head looking up from the ground as she turns to look at the source of the noise.
“I’d much rather it if someone else was enjoying me,” The words slipped out before Mad could fully comprehend their meaning. Startled, he glanced sharply over to judge Ella’s reaction, unable to not feel as though he sounded far too much like his old self, like Thomas.
Her heart jumps into her throat as she considers his meanings and a furious blush appears on her face. She looks down for a moment, shifting side to side nervously as she thinks about what to say. “Um… do you mean… like regular company or the… way we… umm… sex?” She asks, her blue eyes looking back up at him.
After having spent a long, grueling day dealing with many sessions with Doctor Hearts and Nurse Nana, Ella feels sad and exhausted. Entering the main hall, she gives a soft sigh, trying to think of something to do to entertain her. “Maybe the gardens will help,” she mutters to herself, wrapping a scarf around her neck and starting to head towards the door.
Mad strolled leisurely along the halls of the asylum, his walk easy and confident despite the odd haunted look in his eyes. It was the only catching of a gleaming object that mounted the wall that made him pause. “Hm,” Tilting his head, Mad regarded the man who gleamed back at him with rugged features. “Not bad.”
Ella looks up from her spot on a couch, her eyes settling on Mad as he looks at the mirror. Shutting her book, she stands up, making her way over to him. “Enjoying yourself?” She asks, softly, grinning up at him.