Raven Darkholme | Mystique (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
permutates) wrote2013-08-17 09:17 pm
permutates) wrote2013-08-17 09:17 pm
5th transformation . spam & open video
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[ She's been working herself hard. Maybe too hard: she spends hours a day in the gym, sometimes as many as eight when she's not sleeping. She's read books on how to get in shape quickly and safely - more or less - and she's pushing herself as far as she can go. Trying to find her limits.
Today, she can also be found coming out of the CTS with Kelsier, bruised and mussed and a little bloody, and grinning ear to ear. If you're trying to impress me, it's working, he tells her, and she kisses him on the cheek and flushes bluer and makes her way to the Infirmary to make sure she's got nothing worse than bruises.
She hasn't reached her physical limits yet, but emotional is a different story. Being a child again, with that faith in Charles, has shaken her. Her conversation with Charles before that shook her. And sometimes, even when she's feeling fine - maybe when she's feeling the most fine, paradoxically - she starts crying. And sometimes she can't stop. Tucking herself into a corner of the gardens and trying to muffle the sounds of it so no one catches her at it. It's embarrassing, and she can always eventually manage to pull herself together and make it back to her room. ]
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[ Raven is blue, with red hair, not hiding. ]
What's something you've done here, for the first time? Or thought or realized, for the first time.
[ She's not sure what she's looking for. Maybe a little hope. ]
[ She's been working herself hard. Maybe too hard: she spends hours a day in the gym, sometimes as many as eight when she's not sleeping. She's read books on how to get in shape quickly and safely - more or less - and she's pushing herself as far as she can go. Trying to find her limits.
Today, she can also be found coming out of the CTS with Kelsier, bruised and mussed and a little bloody, and grinning ear to ear. If you're trying to impress me, it's working, he tells her, and she kisses him on the cheek and flushes bluer and makes her way to the Infirmary to make sure she's got nothing worse than bruises.
She hasn't reached her physical limits yet, but emotional is a different story. Being a child again, with that faith in Charles, has shaken her. Her conversation with Charles before that shook her. And sometimes, even when she's feeling fine - maybe when she's feeling the most fine, paradoxically - she starts crying. And sometimes she can't stop. Tucking herself into a corner of the gardens and trying to muffle the sounds of it so no one catches her at it. It's embarrassing, and she can always eventually manage to pull herself together and make it back to her room. ]
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[ Raven is blue, with red hair, not hiding. ]
What's something you've done here, for the first time? Or thought or realized, for the first time.
[ She's not sure what she's looking for. Maybe a little hope. ]
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Morgana had meant to speak to her, had considered seeking her out. Maybe this is fate's answer to her procrastination.]
Is it just bruises?
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[ Morgana doesn't look much like a doctor, but Raven has decided not to take things on appearance in this barge.
She'll hop up on an exam table, unless Morgana indicates otherwise. ]
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It's Raven, isn't it? [Not that she doesn't already know.]
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At the question, there's a flicker of disappointment. ]
You know Charles?
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Is it that obvious?
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My name is Morgana.
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[ She summons a smile, at least. It may not be perfectly genuine. ]
How do you know him?
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It takes a moment to reply, though.]
He's helped me in the past. [Told her stories of Christmas mornings with Raven while they were kept by aliens in a holding sell, silenced her nightmares when she couldn't sleep, made her think, even for just a little while, that she was more than the monster she's turned herself into.
But she can't say any of that.]
He said once that I reminded him of you. [Well, he called her Raven once, when they were both out of their minds with fear.]
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Oh.
[ She's not sure what to say. ]
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It was only bruises. You'll be fine.
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[ She slides off the bed, and hesitates. ]
Did he ever make you feel like you owed him too much? That you couldn't ever repay it.
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The question makes her hesitate, though, and she glances back at Raven, uncertain.]
No. Not exactly. [But maybe that was because she rebelled, pushed him away, because she couldn't stand the idea of friends, of putting her faith in others. It's only recently that they've begun talking again.] I never felt like I owed him. [Mostly because the help he gave her was largely before her trust issues compounded exponentially.]
He never asked for anything in return, anyway. [Except maybe to listen, but that was the one thing she couldn't do.
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[ And yet. ]
Thank you. For the bruises.
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[ Her gaze drops. ]
It's not his fault. [ Which means it must be hers, doesn't it? It has to be someone's. ]
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Why do you think that?
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Why are you asking?
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Because separating who you are from who you were is difficult.
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I would kill my brother if I had half the chance. But I don't think you hate him nearly as much.
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