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creator_raven) wrote2005-10-20 12:33 am
creator_raven) wrote2005-10-20 12:33 am
OOM: In Raven's room
It takes Raven a long time to climb the stairs, even with Ace's aid.
He leans against the wall as she opens the door, and almost trips over a chair on his way to the bed.
Then he stands there, staring idly at the blankets, one finger rubbbing back and forth over the material.
He leans against the wall as she opens the door, and almost trips over a chair on his way to the bed.
Then he stands there, staring idly at the blankets, one finger rubbbing back and forth over the material.
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"Being free."
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Just
Stops.
Hedoesn'tmeanitjusttiredjustwornjusttiedherewithnowayoutdoeshewanttoleavehereleaveherleaveeverything
"Oh."
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It takes a moment, but his head comes to rest on her shoulder.
"It is so empty."
One of his hands nudges hers, gently.
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cigarettesoldleatherbloodenginesmoke
him, and belatedly wills tears that are already escaping not to fall.
"Wh...what is?"
She's not entirely sure she wants to know.
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In.
Out.
In.
Out.
And the feel of her breath on his hair.
"Outside."
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She hugs him tighter, if possible, as if by sheer willpower she could help him forget. Or, at the very least, distance himself.
"But it's alright now, everyone's home, or will be, and safe. An'... An'... things can get better now."
Her voice shakes. She takes a moment to try and steady it.
"An' I love you."
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"It is good to hear that, yes. Ace."
Some things don't fit in words. If he holds his sister very tightly, well, only she would know. And that is more than all right.
He is still, then, for some small time.
Eventually he stirs, slightly, and reaches for the cookies.
"It can get better, yes. I will do what I may."
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Soothing for whom is a question she just doesn't ask.
"Always do. You can glitter them all, when they come back. I don't think they'll mind, then."
When.
Not if.
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He takes a bite of cookie, and swallows.
"I think I will let them hug Wash, first. And possibly have a few days alone."
There is another pause.
"After that, I think, they are fair game."
He leans into the petting. She is right, it is comforting.
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But it is a way of dealing. Of getting up and moving on until it doesn't take effort to do so anymore.
She's learned a few things over the last half-century. How to live. How to survive. How to make surviving worth living. It's just hard, sometimes.
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If you pay attention.
There are reasons Raven is flighty, after all.
"Possibly. Do you think he would also like hair ribbons?"
Raven sounds almost hopeful.
If his face does not quite match that, well, he's still got it buried in her shoulder.
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There is also no one to tell if she happens to get cookie crumbs in his hair. She brushes them out, anyway.
She just wishes she knew pretty songs, like he sings for her when she's tired and lonely and sad, but she settles for holding him and petting him and loving her dear brother as best she knows how.
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Eventually he reaches up, and rubs at his eyes.
"Ace? I am tired, I think. Will you stay?"
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Some things are that easy.
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For all that it's a tired smile, it is a very real one.
With Ace there, it does not take long for Raven to fall asleep.
And though he dreams of the darkness in the space-between, he is not alone.
It is enough.