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river_meimei) wrote2008-02-25 11:24 pm
river_meimei) wrote2008-02-25 11:24 pm
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[After this and this, and all that came before.]
An hour or so ago, River returned from Andrew's world. (With a hole in her arm, some other scrapes and bumps, and a whole hell of a lot fewer bullets than she left with. A lot of other beings' blood on her, too.)
She's been healed, now, thanks to Nita. Washed up -- her hair's still damp -- and changed into a clean sundress.
All the same, she's back at Milliways. And outside; she's barefoot, not dressed for the Scotland February, but it's an unseasonably warm night. Enough that she can borrow a heavy sweater from Bar and get away with at least a short trip out back.
Maybe she can't sleep.
She's walking slowly, arms wrapped loosely around herself, along the lakeshore. There's a wide flat rock in the distance; maybe that's her destination, or maybe her path is aimless.
An hour or so ago, River returned from Andrew's world. (With a hole in her arm, some other scrapes and bumps, and a whole hell of a lot fewer bullets than she left with. A lot of other beings' blood on her, too.)
She's been healed, now, thanks to Nita. Washed up -- her hair's still damp -- and changed into a clean sundress.
All the same, she's back at Milliways. And outside; she's barefoot, not dressed for the Scotland February, but it's an unseasonably warm night. Enough that she can borrow a heavy sweater from Bar and get away with at least a short trip out back.
Maybe she can't sleep.
She's walking slowly, arms wrapped loosely around herself, along the lakeshore. There's a wide flat rock in the distance; maybe that's her destination, or maybe her path is aimless.
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(and I shall have some peace there)
They're almost to the rock now, a wide boulder with a flat weathered top. It might have been a glacial deposit, if Milliways had normal geology; perhaps, in the Scotland of Hogwarts, it is. River settles silently onto it, pulling her legs to her chest with her skirt tucked around them against the cold.
(for peace comes dropping slow)
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Then he pulls himself up, settling next to River.
He still does not speak, and he does not reach out for her.
But he is there, cool grey gaze shifting from the lake to the stars, and back again.
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Wish, she doesn't say.
Perhaps she makes one; perhaps she doesn't.
It doesn't matter. Not really.
The dark spangled dome of the sky arches over their heads. The stars are brighter in the black, but there's a certain beauty to the atmosphere, too.
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He has never been one for wishing.
But here and now, for once--
What he does have is enough.