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@Kay:
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I like you / I hate you / I dislike you / I love you / You are family / I would take a bullet for you / I would shoot you / I would lie to your face / I would say something cruel to you on purpose / I would say something cruel to you accidentally / I would cheat on you / I would physically hurt you / You annoy me / You amuse me / I’d laugh at you / I’d laugh with you / I’d manipulate you / You scare me / You confuse me / I wish I knew you better / I trust you / I don’t trust you / You inspire me / I consider you an equal / You are beneath me / You’re better than me / I would trust you with my life / I think you’re mean / I think you’re petty / I think you’re childish / I think you’re smart / I think you’re stupid / I think you’re a bad person / I think you’re a good person / I’m not sure what kind of person you are / I wish you would listen to me / I want to make you proud / I wish you would notice me / I want to impress you / I would hurt other people for you / I’m not sure how to make you happy / I’m a bad influence on you / You deserve better than me / We make a great team / I’d have a one night stand with you / I’d have a relationship with you / I would marry you / I fantasize about our life together / I would trust you with my most treasured belonging / I would tell you my darkest secrets / You disgust me / You intimidate me / I hope I intimidate you / I’d hug you / I’d let you hug me / I’m scared of losing you / I don’t think you like me / I want to be better for you / I respect you / I don’t respect you / You’re my mentor / You’re my friend / You’re my best friend / I have a crush on you / I could easily watch you die / I’d get drunk with you / I’d party with you / I’d comfort you / I’d prank you / I’d spike your drink / I’d act behind your back / I’d abandon you / I’d hurt you to get what I want / I would choose my happiness over yours / I would choose your happiness over mine / I despise how much I care for you / I need you / I’m dependent on you / I don’t know what I’d do without you / I’m scared of you leaving me / I’d give my life for you / You frustrate me / I’d call for you in a time of need / I would protect you / I’d visit you in hospital / I’d carry you if you were hurt / I’d feel guilty if I hurt you / I’d let you be near me when I am vulnerable / I’d ignore a phone call from you / I’d call you at 3am / I’d break you out of jail / I’d get angry at you / I would shout at you / You’re too loud / You’re too quiet / You’re too sensitive / You can’t take a joke / You embarrass me / I feel nothing for you / You’re reckless / You’re bossy / You bore me / I would ask your advice / I would blame you for something I did / I would cry in your arms / You have the power to hurt me more than anyone else
" — Uhhh.. " Shit; he kept forgetting that she didn't understand so very much.. just like her mother. " He's super strict, and boring. " He left it at that, lifting his massive shoulders in a loose shrug, then slid his hands into his pockets. " Of course! He needs a break from Atlantean business. Nahh, he's in the living room.. maybe pouting a little because Orm's not here too. "
“Oh…” Well, she’d have to ask her mom why he was strict, even though she didn’t know what it really meant either. However, she didn’t think he was that boring, only sometimes when Uncle Arthur made it clear that he was. “He – He’s not… boring all – all the ti – time. But I – I guess tha – that means… he’s a – a bummer.” At least that was her understanding of what that word meant. Kay felt a pang of empathy for Topo, knowing just how he felt when it came to missing her mom. Starting for the door of the room, she glanced back up and at Arthur, “Do – do you thin – think he – he might want to play a – a game wit - with us?” She’d only recently been introduced to games like tag and hide and go seek, and didn’t know much more than that, but had been so happy to at least learn and play a few.
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[ Arthur~ ] " Your Mom's a major bummer, " he grumbled, then reached out to ruffle her hair. " Anyway, you wanna meet Topo before he slinks off to hang out in the bathtub?? "
“Wh – What d - does bum – bummer me – mean? And… wh – why is he – he one?” Although she was really disappointed her mom wasn’t there with them, having him around always managed to brighten her days. However, Kay did giggle as her hair was ruffled by Arthur, and an eager smile spread as he asked about going to see Topo. "Yes - yes! Ca - can we? Is... is he ver - very far fro - from here?"
"Firefly" by Elizabeth Madox Roberts, illustrated by Eric Carle from the book Animals Animals
How could he possibly explain that, yes, being pregnant had hurt him.. but she hadn't? She was certainly much too young to grasp the differences between the bodies of men and women, in general.. let alone what made his different. And pregnancy itself, even under the best of circumstances, was fraught with agony - none of which could be helped. — And even if he could find a way to make her understand any of that, even in the simplest of terms, given what little she already knew of the situation he'd been in whilst pregnant with her.. would she believe him? He doubted it. He doubted it because she was already thoroughly convinced, somehow, that his suffering had been her fault.
A heavy, audibly uneven sigh spilled from his faintly parted lips in a heated rush as her sob echoed in his ears, reverberating painfully in his skull. That hurt him more than any physical, mental or emotional pain he'd endured before.. and ever would again. ❝ — There is immense cruelty in this world, little one, ❞ he murmured a few moments later, reaching out to take her face into his hands with the utmost care and lifting his thumbs to dry her tears. ❝ There are people like that.. people that enjoy causing others pain simply because they can. ❞
❝ They lied to you. They lied; they knew who and where I was all along. ❞ All of the paperwork Arthur and their mother had shown him said as much. ❝ — But know this, Kay. You were never unwanted, not for so much as a split-second. ❞ Alone? Unfortunately, she had indeed been alone.. because he hadn't been there with her. Due to circumstances beyond his control, yes, but still. ❝ As long as I am alive, you will never have to feel that way again. Even if something happens to me and I am not conscious or able to function normally.. I will still be with you. ❞
It physically pained her to learn just how deeply she’d been lied to, and mislead, for her entire life. It seemed like everything she’d been taught, about herself, and otherwise, had either been wrong or an outright lie. Adults did lie. The suffering she’d endured during her time at the lab might not have been all her fault like she’d been lead to believe, though she was aware of the suffering she had caused others. Mainly those she’d killed by her uncontrollable powers. All she’d ever wanted, and even believed in, was that someone out there could care for her, or be her friend, as much as she knew she would care about them. Early on that belief had been ground out of her, as she was told quite frequently, just how alone she really was. But now to find out that wasn’t true? That she had a mother. A mom that wanted her just as much as she wanted him… That the tiny flame of hope she watched dwindle down to nothing could have continued to exist, and maybe she would have held herself together instead of crumbling under the people at the lab and their watchful eyes. Of course she’d had her little lightning bug friend, and that had been the only thing that kept her going during her time there. “Wh – Why!” Kay moaned, and began to wail as she registered his words regarding cruelty, and felt her heart breaking. Why would anybody choose to be cruel, to hurt others? Nobody should hurt anybody! She hadn’t even noticed that he’d taken her face in his hands until her eyes opened, and she saw his thumb move out of the corner of them. For a moment she wanted to pull away, fearful of hurting him, but her hands were tucked in her shirt, out of harm’s way, and Kay couldn’t fight off the comfort she felt from this actions. Something she’d long desired for years. Many times all she’d ever wanted was just to be held, and soothed, be told she could do better, and all she’d gotten was an empty cell and a door slammed in her face. She’d had dreams of someone holding her, an unrecognizable face that peered down at her and rocked her gently in their arms, that person telling her how much they cared for her. Eventually the dreams stopped, and that face she’d tried to reconstruct in her mind became lost to lies and dishonesties. No one wanted her, no one cared… but that hadn’t really been true.
Sniffling, she peered up at her mother while he told her everything she’d ever wanted to hear, even things she didn’t want to hear. No way would she let anything happen to him, not again. She would always be wanted, and always had been wanted, and she’d never be alone again. Without even another thought, she pulled her hands out and pushed off from the bed and into his arms. As soon as she landed in his lap, she retracted her hands quickly and put them back into her shirt, just in case she lost control and hurt him. “I – I – I don – don’t wan – want somethi – ing to happ – happen to you!” Kay sobbed loudly, and then broke down, her head resting into his chest as she cried.
He could still see the stone cavern that had been his prison cell. He could feel the sheets of scalding sweat sliding down his skin, and the unpleasant texture of the blanket he'd been given to lay on. The look of disgust on the guard's faces as they'd stripped him bare after his water had broken, only to step back and leave him lying there - watching him suffer through the hours of contractions without offering him even so much as a drop of water.
He remembered everything, but nothing so vividly as the sight of her lying motionless in his arms. So small and terrifyingly pale.. He'd had nothing to give for her sake save his body, and he'd thought he'd surrendered it often enough to have saved her - to have ensured she would be healthier.. but he'd been wrong.
The confusion written with such agonizing clarity on her face, that ever-present fear and those unshed tears in her eyes.. all of that was infinitely more painful than his past and present suffering combined. Lurking beneath all of this was the knowledge that, had he not been lied to, had she not been taken from him with such cruel intentions in mind.. he would have had to give her up anyway. She would have surely died if she'd stayed with him in that prison. — And who could he have given her to to be raised by in his stead? Her father? Orm still had no idea who he was, and knew only that he wouldn't want the man that had assaulted him to have her. Would Arthur have taken her if he'd known? Would their mother?
❝ —— ❞ How? How could she possibly think that she had done anything wrong in any of this? ❝ No, ❞ he replied quietly and without taking any time to really think about his answer. ❝ You were the only thing that kept me alive while you were here, ❞ again, he pressed firmly against his stomach for emphasis' sake, ignoring the bruising and wounds that he shouldn't have been putting any pressure on. ❝ — You should not have to be hearing these things. You should not have to bear the burden of this knowledge.. and I wish you didn't have to. There is nothing I wouldn't give to be able to.. go back and change it all - to go back and fix it. But I cannot. ❞ He sighed heavily, then bowed his head and closed his eyes, squeezing their lids shut as tightly as he could bear. ❝ I know that I have failed you miserably thusfar, but.. it will not happen again. I promise. ❞
“No,” he replied quietly. She hadn’t hurt him? Really? Somehow it felt hard to believe considering…
”Bu - ” The word didn’t even get a chance to fully form before he cut her off and continued. Her finger was still resting against his hand that was pressed to his stomach, and she felt it move to push firmer into it while he spoke. The thought of having been once in there made her feel lightheaded with more confusion, but it was a question for another day. Right now, she focused back on what he was saying, his words carrying with it a weight that made her heart feel heavy. She wished they both could go back and make things right, maybe if she… if she hadn’t been so weak or sick at the time… Could she have done something to help them both? Obviously that was not how it really worked after having just been born, but Kay didn’t know the wiser. Her blues eyes shimmered with more unshed tears as she watched his own ones shut, and his next words made her breath hitch. More than anything in her life she knew what it was like to fail, and even after everything she’d heard it didn’t sound like he had. At least he hadn’t failed her. “NO!” she sobbed piercingly, and immediately pulled her hand away from being near him. Her hand disappeared quickly out of sight under her shirt, though the glow of her powers were visible through it. “THEY – THEY sa – said I – I ha – had n – no one! I – I wasn’t – I was… I wasn’t wan – wanted! I – I wa – was alone! I… I was alo – alone - ” Her face scrunched as tears began to fall freely, and she bent over herself where she sat, body shaking fiercely. How she wished she could speak clearly, how she wished she could get the rest of it all out so he could know how much he hadn’t failed her, even if he hadn’t always been there. Taking deep ragged breaths, she shook her head, forcing herself to say it as best she could, “YOU wa – wan – wanted me. THEY…” a pained whimper, followed by a deep breath as she sobbed though her voice lowered as if the people at the lab could hear her, “th – they… fa – failed m – me. Y – You… fo – foun – found… m – me, m – mom - mommy.” A name she’d only heard Arthur say when talking to his son about Mera, and when she’d asked, he’d explained. It sounded funny as a word, and she liked it, but not having a known mommy – before now – she’d never used it, until just this moment. Her head lifted just slightly, eyes bloodshot and face red with tear streaks, shoulders shaking as a fresh wave of tears began to overcome her, and she started sobbing again.
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"Mo - Mommy? Wh - what's lo - lov - love? And... and is - is it o - okay if - if I - I lo - love you t - too?" Kay queried cheeks turning slightly rosy at the question, having been curious about it since he'd mentioned loving her before she was even born. It had to be a good thing, right? She'd thought so at least, and she wondered if it was okay to love him in return too.
He understood that it perfectly was natural for children to be curious. It was expected and encouraged whole-heartedly. But what floored him, especially with Kay, was their propensity for posing such breathtakingly profound questions.. without even realizing it.
For the first time in months, Mother had helped him out of bed, helped him shower and dress in clothes that he wasn't accustomed to, but had quickly decided were tolerable. She'd practically forbade him from returning to his bedroom unless he simply couldn't handle being up and about any longer, so he'd spent the morning and better part of the afternoon trying his hand at being a ' normal ' parent again - trying to figure out what sort of things Kay liked for breakfast and lunch, and how to cook them without creating havoc.
He'd sat down at their little table after clearing away the remnants of her lunch, watching her with the little red and black bugs she and Arthur had collected some time after breakfast. She'd posed her query not too long after he'd shifted in his chair, trying to get as comfortable as he possibly could. ❝ —— ❞ How was he to explain something he'd never really understood, received much of, or felt - beyond his love for mother and Atlantis - for most of his life??
❝ It's, ❞ he paused, his fair brows knitting themselves together tightly as he struggled to find the right words, ❝ something you feel for others. For places and things, too. ❞ Again he paused, throwing a quick glance down to the little bugs with their glossy red shells and black dots. ❝ — The way you feel about your bugs? That is a kind of love. ❞
❛ I don't deserve it. ❜ He wouldn't say that aloud, of course, but nothing would ever make him think or feel any differently about himself. ❝ — Of course. I.. hope that you do. ❞
Feel for others, places, and things? Most of her whole life the only others she’d encountered had been scientists, guards, or the various authority figures that were at the lab. None of the people there had allowed her to be close to them, and aside from fear and terror, she hadn’t felt much more then that either. The same went for places. There hadn’t been a world outside of the lab (until he’d saved her), except in picture books, but she’d never believed those were real, and they’d told her about as much as well. Bugs, however… Kay’s gaze went from his to back down to where a lady bug was crawling along the paper she was using to draw on. Studying it for a few minutes, she reminisced on the first time she’d ever encountered an insect, and just how it had made her feel. It had been a strong curiosity at first that had made her cautiously, and carefully, investigate the strange tiny creature that had flown onto the table in the toy room of the lab. That had quickly turned into protectiveness, as she wanted to secure its safety from being squashed by others, and she’d used a tissue to scoop it up and bring it back to her cell when her time was up. At lights out, the only illumination coming from the very thin crack under the door, she’d released it into the room, and watched in pure awe and amazement as the bugs abdomen began to glow, something similar to her abilities. Lightning! Maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t completely alone in the world like they’d told her she was… After that reveal, she’d quickly made the insect her bestfriend, and began to talk to it quietly at night, and taking it with her to the toy room when she was allowed. Though there’d been a moment where the lightning bug had traveled further than her little table, and had almost ended up under the shoe of a guard. She’d done the only thing she could think of, she’d gotten up and raced over, cupping her hand over top of the creature to shield it as his foot had come down on her instead. That had caused massive panic, and serve punishment that lasted for days, but the way she’d felt in that moment for her friend, it reminded her of how she felt when Orm had been attacked in the alley… Kay finally looked back up at him, her eyes filling with tears, as she now knew exactly just what love was, and what it meant for her. Without disturbing the bugs on the table, she got off her chair and made her way around to him, her small arms wrapping around one of his legs and hugging tight, as she sniffled, “I – I do, m – momm – mommy. I – I d – do.”
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❝ — Come, ❞ he patted the spot right in front of him gently, ❝ sit with me, Little One. We have much to discuss. ❞ His voice was strained, nearly hoarse. His eyes were beyond bloodshot, and still brimming with tears he'd yet to shed.. though he couldn't begin to fathom how. He was weak; whatever sustenance he might have been inclined to ingest in the previous days was long gone, but the more he wept, the more he purged.. and there seemed to be no end in sight for either.
❝ There is something very important that you must know - something that I need you to understand.. but I'm not quite certain how to tell you. ❞ He sighed, bringing his hands together, folding them loosely in his lap for the moment being as he tried, once again, to think. How could he possibly begin to put this into words she could comprehend? And what would the consequences be? Would she hate him? Would she blame him for every horrible thing she'd endured since the day she'd been taken from him?
❝ — I need you to know that you were never meant to be imprisoned in that awful place, ❞ he began, not certain if it was the right path for him to take.. but it was the only one that presented itself to him - the only one that made any sense whatsoever. ❝ And you certainly would not have been if your mother.. ❞ he paused, swallowing so harshly that the rise and fall of his Adam's apple was impossible to miss as he unfolded his hands and brought one to his stomach - splaying it over his ill-fitting shirt and the countless layers of bandages. ❝ If I had been able to prevent it. ❞
❝ I was in a place similar to the Lab once, before I ended up there. I had a baby growing in here, ❞ he paused to press against his stomach, ❝ I loved that baby more than anything - more than life, itself. Much more. — When my baby was born, she was very sick.. like me. I only got to hold her for a moment. She was so small, so quiet and still.. When she was taken from me, I was told she had died. I was told that she was gone.. that I had failed her. ❞
❝ — But my baby didn't die. No. Without me knowing, she was given away to people that.. were cruel - people that didn't love her. Given away to the people responsible for her ending up in that Lab.. ❞ Pausing again, he drew in a painfully deep breath and pressed against his stomach with much more force. ❝ That baby was YOU, Little One. — I'm your mother. Your real mother.. and I'm so sorry. ❞
For days, things had been visibly different since she’d shown Arthur and Atlanna the piece of paper she’d been carrying around, and had taken from, the lab. Not being able to read, she’d instantly become fearful that what was on it had to do with how bad she’d been considered during her time there. That dread had only grown worse when she’d watched the two of them take the paper to where Orm was still resting and recovering in the bedroom. Although it had been wrong of her to eavesdrop, she’d still managed to quietly listen into the conversation through the door, even if it hadn’t made much sense to her what had been said. However the part that mattered most to her was the sound of weeping coming from the one person she never wanted to see sad or upset, Orm. Whatever had been written on the paper she could already tell it wasn’t good, and she knew in her heart something was going to be done about it, they’d said as much together in the room. But did this mean she’d been so bad during her time at the lab, enough to make him cry, that he was now going to get rid of her and send her back…? She’d always been told nobody really wanted her because of her mistakes and failures, she just had hoped maybe now things would have been different.
It hadn’t been much more than a day or two after the paper had been revealed to him that she’d cautiously made her way into his room, fearful of what was to come. At his beckoning, and gesture to sit in front of him, she approached the bed and clambered up it, nervously taking a seat where he’d instructed her too. When her gaze finally lifted to meet his, her mouth opened slightly in shock at the sight of his current state. He’d been doing better not that long ago, but now it seemed whatever had been on that paper had made his condition worse. Your fault, your fault, all your fault… That familiar berating voice in her head began to sound through her, guilt filling her, and she fidgeted with her hands, then wrapped them anxiously around herself. For just a second she was about to ask what had happened, what she’d done to cause him to deteriorate as much as he had, but he spoke first, and she swallowed hard at his words. “O – okay,” she murmured weakly, then immediately shut her mouth. Now was not the right time to be talking, instead she needed to be listening, and paying attention. Though she was becoming more and more afraid to learn the reason behind why she’d be sent back to the lab, whatever it was (her fault, all her fault), it had clearly taken its toll on him. The first thing he said took her by complete surprise, especially since it was the opposite of what she’d been expecting. The people in the lab had told her she’d always meant to belong there, that it was where she deserved to be, but he’d just now told her the reverse. And as he continued, her brows furrowed in deep confusion… she had a mother? That was a new word – a name – she’d learned about recently since coming to Arthur’s place. No one had told her she had one, she’d always just been… unwanted, alone. But what did this have to do with him? Her head was starting to spin a little, and she felt her tummy twist as she looked down at his hand placed over his stomach, then back up at him again.
“N – No,” she gasped empathetically, unable to stop herself when he informed her about being in a place like the lab before they’d met. Adults weren’t meant to be in places like that, only she and the other kids were supposed to be! And as he continued, she felt her eyes prick with tears when he spoke of his baby, and the loss that followed when she died. Kay knew all too well about failure – and death too - she’d failed so much in her short life, and she’d taken people’s lives too… Her fault, her fault, her fault.
She wanted to tell him she was so very sorry, that even though she didn’t know what the word love meant – it sounded like it was a good thing - she hoped his baby had known it. Sniffling, she was about to speak, when he got there first, and her heart stopped at what he said next… His baby was alive, and had been in the lab…? Could she be one of the other kids? Could they find her?
No sooner had the thoughts formed when his next words made her whole world tilt, and for what felt like forever she just stared at him in disbelief. Fresh tears brimmed in her eyes as his form sitting on the bed became blurry in her vision, and a lump formed in her throat, her gaze darting down to his stomach then back up before back down once more. She… she had a mother? She’d been… wanted? Orm was her real mother? Everything felt like it was turning upside down, heart hammering in her ears, her electric abilities firing through her veins in response. And suddenly all she could think about was what she’d seen a few days ago; Arthur and Atlanna with the paper, and him weeping. Crying. The one person she’d never wanted to… Barely able to see through tears, she shakily, and nervously reached her hand up and touched her finger to his hand that was pressed against his stomach, voice hardly above a whisper as she asked the only question that could come to mind, “D – Did I – I hur… hu - hurt yo - you?”
Alright, maybe he should have just gone to lay down instead of throwing himself into working on the car.. He'd been dizzy all morning. His head felt as though it were being split in two with a rusted axe, and there was a nagging ache in his left arm - not the usual discomfort from over-exerting his muscles either. But there was so much work that needed to be done - so much maintenance that had been put off for far too long; he and Lorraine had almost ended up being stranded in New Jersey when it had broken down on them on their way home from an especially trying case.
Maybe he should be laying down in their bed resting, but he was stretched out under the car, grumbling and growling as he fought to remove the oil pan drain plug. He kept fumbling with it, struggling to get a good hold on it and couldn't begin to figure out why.. at least not until he realized his hands were shaking. They were shaking so violently that, suddenly, he couldn't get a grip on anything - not the drain plug, not any of the various tools that lay around him on the garage floor.. nothing.
❝ Shit, ❞ he muttered, lowering both of his hands. He closed his eyes for a moment and opted to just lie there, hoping that would help a little. As he lay there, he heard movement in the otherwise silent garage. ❝ — Judy?? ❞ He called out, then flinched at the sound of his own voice.
The pangs in her empty stomach grew tenfold as she stood on her tiptoes to peer over the edge of the container and down at the food - that sat situated on the stool. It didn’t look like anything she’d ever seen her short life, but the smell was tempting enough that she couldn’t resist. Carefully she slipped her hand up, reaching for it when a sound made her freeze. Her stomach was all but forgotten as she quickly scanned the inside of the structure, desperately searching for the source of what she’d heard. Hadn’t she been alone? She’d been so sure it was empty when she’d come in. Maybe she shouldn’t have come out of the woods to try and find food after all. Suddenly a voice called out a word – a name, really - she didn’t recognize, and Four let out a small terrified yelp. Instinctively she pulled quickly away from the container and stool, and alarmingly watched as it began to tip, sending everything crashing down. The noise drowned out her pounding heart as she frantically looked for a place to hide. Not that she felt it mattered anymore, she was already caught, and whatever punishment would come from this new lab she was in, she’d have to accept it. Running over to hide behind the tool bench, she crouched down low, and tucked her hands behind her back. Out of sight meant safety, despite the buzz of electricity that was already igniting through her veins from the adrenaline. “I – I – I’m s – sorry s – sir,” she stammered weakly, and hoped this person wasn’t a guard from a lab, but maybe a doctor… not that she’d met any that didn’t come with needle, or a scary instrument. “I – I’m s – s – so sor – sorry.”
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Inspiration: Here We Come A-Caroling by the Roches
"You've never been caroling? Not even once?" Surprise pivoted quickly if not entirely smoothly to the obvious solution. This reminded him just how lucky he was, a foundling but blessed with an abundance of family. "Well, maybe... I could take you? If you want. Do you? Want to?"
"N - N - No," Four answered cautiously, worried that by admitting to this failure he might scold her. The lab had never hosted Christmas or festivities for the children that resided there, and she'd never learned of holidays until she'd met him. His eagerness to show her actually surprised her, and small smile began to spread. "R - R - Really?! I - I wou - would like t - to! Y - Y - Yes pl - please! Ho - How do - do we star - start?"
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Eleanor "Nellie" Crain + Shirley Crain
@Kay:
"M - Mommy! Un - Uncle Arth - Arthur says I - I'm one in - in a k - krillion!" Kay squeaked with glee, really not understanding the meaning of it, just enjoying that it had the word krill in it. "Is - is it tr - true?!"
❛ Your Uncle is an absolute menace. ❜ That was the first thought that came to mind as he forced himself to sit up, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed - gingerly perching himself on its edge. If not for the fact she was clealy overjoyed by Arthur's turn of phrase, he might very well have spoken his mind. ❝ Yes, ❞ he hummed. ❝ Yes, Little One, it is. ❞
Her glee turned to absolute delight, and she bounced on her feet excitedly, watching as he settled at the edge of the bed. “Does – Does that me – mean I – I’m a kr – krill!?” For just a moment she was completely caught up in the possibility of this new knowledge about herself, until her eyes landed on his bare chest. It was the first time she’d seen him without his bandages and seaweed, and the first time she’d ever seen all his scars he had there. As she looked, she assumed they were all from that night in the alley, when she hadn’t been able to save him, even if that wasn’t all the case. Happiness from seconds ago faded, and although he’d told her many times it hadn’t been her fault, she had nothing to be sorry for her, she couldn’t help the guilt that lay heavy on her heart, especially seeing this. “I…” Words hung unspoken, hands fiddling nervously with the hem of her shirt before going out of sight behind her back. What could she say that she hadn’t already? Would she get in trouble if all she ever did was repeat herself? A small step forward, and the only thing she could think to do was keep her down, forehead pressed gently just below his knee, afraid to look up again and see all the raw lines scarring again.
