[ knifehead is a nightmare come to life. alison's fairly open about the fact that she lost family to trespasser. they were killed somewhere around day three or four of its rampage and it's what drove her to join the ppdc. ( well, that and her minor weapons obsession. ) so seeing a kaiju rip through her new home is really difficult. especially since it kills tendo.
of all her friends in the shatterdome, tendo is the one she was probably the closest to. and not just because they'd dated. if you can call going on one date and sleeping together "dated." the two of them just clicked really well. better than she clicked with almost anyone else in their group of friends. he was easy to talk to and they shared a sense of humor. it would've been very easily to fall in love with him. and it's probably because he was over the moon for her and agreed to go to dinner with her that she's still alive.
she'd still been in his bunk, half-awake when they were told to evacuate. she'd gotten dressed in her skirt and one of his shirts with his blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and tromped out into the snow. it wasn't until later that she learned tendo had refused to leave his post even though it looked like loccent was going to be hit. he'd had a job to do so he was going to do it and try to keep the alarms going for everyone else. it was stupid, and self-sacrificial, and so very him that alison spent a large part of the month or two after knifehead angry at him.
the rest of the time she was withdrawn. the once friendly and open girl closed herself off. the loss of so many coworkers and friends was the straw the broke the camel's back. it wasn't enough to just keep people at arms length anymore. she didn't talk to hardly anyone, pushed people away, and justified it by saying it meant it wouldn't hurt when the kaiju took something else away from her.
except she's an extrovert and naturally friendly so it takes maybe nine months before she's so fucking sick of it all that she says fuck it and starts talking to people again. though she doesn't really strike it up again properly ( you know, if you squint and tilt your head ) with yancy until the anniversary of knifehead. when they tumble into bed. she's not really that drunk and she's pretty sure yancy isn't either. which is both a good thing and a bad thing. it's a good thing because it means they'll probably be able to talk about this like rational adults and maybe do it again. it's bad because she gets the feeling yancy would like to blame this on the alcohol and grief.
he's also very obviously guilting himself. alison knows that expression well enough. it's surprisingly similar to his "i'm worried about you and about to mother hen the shit out of you" expression.
alison pushes herself up so she can look him in the eye and raises an eyebrow at him. ] I can practically hear you beating yourself up. Cut that shit out.
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of all her friends in the shatterdome, tendo is the one she was probably the closest to. and not just because they'd dated. if you can call going on one date and sleeping together "dated." the two of them just clicked really well. better than she clicked with almost anyone else in their group of friends. he was easy to talk to and they shared a sense of humor. it would've been very easily to fall in love with him. and it's probably because he was over the moon for her and agreed to go to dinner with her that she's still alive.
she'd still been in his bunk, half-awake when they were told to evacuate. she'd gotten dressed in her skirt and one of his shirts with his blanket wrapped around her shoulders, and tromped out into the snow. it wasn't until later that she learned tendo had refused to leave his post even though it looked like loccent was going to be hit. he'd had a job to do so he was going to do it and try to keep the alarms going for everyone else. it was stupid, and self-sacrificial, and so very him that alison spent a large part of the month or two after knifehead angry at him.
the rest of the time she was withdrawn. the once friendly and open girl closed herself off. the loss of so many coworkers and friends was the straw the broke the camel's back. it wasn't enough to just keep people at arms length anymore. she didn't talk to hardly anyone, pushed people away, and justified it by saying it meant it wouldn't hurt when the kaiju took something else away from her.
except she's an extrovert and naturally friendly so it takes maybe nine months before she's so fucking sick of it all that she says fuck it and starts talking to people again. though she doesn't really strike it up again properly ( you know, if you squint and tilt your head ) with yancy until the anniversary of knifehead. when they tumble into bed. she's not really that drunk and she's pretty sure yancy isn't either. which is both a good thing and a bad thing. it's a good thing because it means they'll probably be able to talk about this like rational adults and maybe do it again. it's bad because she gets the feeling yancy would like to blame this on the alcohol and grief.
he's also very obviously guilting himself. alison knows that expression well enough. it's surprisingly similar to his "i'm worried about you and about to mother hen the shit out of you" expression.
alison pushes herself up so she can look him in the eye and raises an eyebrow at him. ] I can practically hear you beating yourself up. Cut that shit out.