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Raven Darkholme | Mystique ([personal profile] permutates) wrote 2013-08-18 01:58 am (UTC)

Spam; gardens

[ It hasn't been very often that Raven has cried like this. She used to press on. No matter what, she pressed on. Survival was the most important thing first, and then when if she was angry, or if she was sad, she would be snappy and petulant - she would tell Charles. She wouldn't cry.

This doesn't even make sense! She feels fine. She's pulling away from Charles, and it feels like the right choice, most of the time. The people here don't even care that she's blue, that she's different. Or, they care, but it's survivable. She can be herself.

So why is she so sad?

When Ivy sits next to her, she tries to choke back the sobs and wipe away the tears, but it's like trying to hold sand, trying to hold water just in fingers alone.

This is when she realizes - she is thinking oddly clearly, even as her body hiccups any attempt at speech into utter incoherence, like she's watching the world through a distant, sharpening lens - that she hardly touches anyone now, and she used to touch Charles all the time. She used to hug, and hold hands, and snuggle up next to him.

This thought is what prompts her to take a gamble, to uncurl and lean her head against Ivy's shoulder. ]

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