#riverxsummer

River knew Summer would be able to feel something was off with him for awhile as much as he loved her. 

It was just true they needed to talk. No couple liked those words. He wasn’t even sure what he was walking in the room to say exactly even though Thomas seemed to think he had his mind made up. But, he definitely needed to say things and make sure everything was open and honest. 

He trusted Summer. 

To be quite honest he trusted her with his life, his un-beating heart, and his lost soul. That’s why he knew it was going to be okay to talk openly and honestly about what was going on inside him. He just hoped to God she trusted him too and believed the words that came out of his mouth. He didn’t plan them. He did pre-prepare. He forged right in when it hit him on impulse like an emotional Laveau always did. 

He kissed her like a meteor was crashing towards earth and it was his last chance just in case the rockets that were sent to blast it off course didn’t work and they’d all be gone tomorrow. 

“Baby, I need to talk something out. I’ve been talking to a lot of people...er trying to anyway. But, what I really need to do is talk to you.” 

“I been being quiet. Too quiet. Stewing in my head. Maybe I really am going to turn into one of those moody, broody, vampires. Maybe it’s inevitable. I don’t know. Maybe it’s in my blood. I’ve always been my father’s son.” 

Summer would get a knock on her little home’s door. When she’d open it River would say, “You haven’t invited me in to see your new place yet.” 

“You should probably do that.” 

Brigitte really meant it when the she said the elders didn’t want to be bothered or their time wasted unless they were ready to get the task done. When he and Summer would ender their meeting shack they would literally ask if they were ready to accept what has been asked of them now and when they said yes, that was it. One walked right up to him and just did it without further ado. There was no ceremony or ritual. It was just a reach up and cut it out of his face. 

However, they did guess wrong on which eye was the lead eye. They took an educated guess that it was the topaz eye because that’s the one that Flotsam stabbed with a fork and lost his sight temporarily with. So, they thought it might be the same. They were wrong. Sadly, River had to go through two gouges. He still had the sight after first pop. So, they’d go for the other way around. He’d get to keep the topaz eye and Summer would still be able to look to the topaz lining when she looked at River’s face. But, what this also meant was something did mutate different in the children when the magic was passed from Jet/Flo. Brigitte herself would keep the other eye safe from harm and locked away. 

This would also leave River completely blind for a day while his other eye healed back, but that wasn’t such a big deal. In another day’s time River was all patched up with his topaz eye a shining sporting his new pirate look that he was ready to make Willem jealous with. 

But, it would be then that River and Summer were finally released from the elders cabin making sure he could see at all that they made it back to Chip’s. CHIP’S FINALLY. They only got a two second look when they first got to camp because they promised to go straight to the elders and they followed through. But, now they were getting the same tour the dads did. There were several empty rooms waiting to be finished. But, one was River and Summer’s. Chip would say, “Sorry there’s not more in it. We didn’t expect you guys to be coming so soon.” 

There were no windows. It was near the center of the house for safety since this wasn’t the sort of home that had a basement. There was only a bed and a side table, and a few shelves in it, a couple of lamps. 

The girls were at temple at would be home soon. “We going to at least go back for your drum kit before your house gets done? You without your kit is just weird.” 

River would laugh. “Yeah, we can that.” 

The day came Chip and River decided they were going to take Agnes and Summer to the commune they call camp they’d always heard about that seemed to be what the Laveau family was all about and yet no one else had been there. 

We don’t deal with outsiders very well - They say newcomers have a certain smell - Ye have trust issues, not to mention, They say they can smell your intentions

There were so many stories and local urban legends. Some think it’s evil voodoo. Some think it’s a religious cult. Others don’t think about it all. True or not the curious are always told to beware.

River and Chip would think it’s all silly. Evil. How ridiculous. But, they would never tell a stranger it was safe. However, today they’d be telling Agnes and Summer it wasn’t dangerous because it wasn’t... for them. 

They were being escorted by VIP members. They called Brigitte to clear the visitors.  The Laveau family was growing and this posed complications for the camp. Risks. But, since these were the kin of the queen exceptions, caution, and welcome had been extended. 

That said, if they thought the Laveau place was something to get to, it wouldn’t hold a flame to the camp. There’d be no issues with vehicles bogging down if it got too wet out to get there because there was literally no way to get there with one. They were rowing there. 

Chip and Agnes would be in the lead boat. River and Summer would be brining up the rear. 

River would look back at Summer and smile, “I guess I should have warned you we’d be getting our exercise in today for this visit.” He kept rolling his shoulders as they started to burn. He was always a little sore the next day after making this trip. “You doing okay? It’s only about another mile. So close guys.” 

Then Chip would suddenly put his arm and fist up bent at the elbow, a shh signal that he heard something. So, they’d quiet. Then ever so faintly a sound grew from the distance. 

Minnie and Mickey were target practice central at the height of the war once it was found out that it was the hiding place for Organization XIII. But, with strength, strategy, and love, they survived, and so did their business. 

Organization XIII keeps it’s whereabouts secret yet again, but their existence not so secret. Heck, Xigbar even worked at the school with Cinderella. The world certainly had changed since the cornerstone of light was placed in their hands. 

But, one thing that had not changed was the House of Mouse forever remaining neutral ground for everyone to enjoy some night life in the NoLa. Tradition would carry on as River showed up to pick up Summer for an evening there. He never thought a first date would consist of meeting his parents so quickly, but hey, no skin off his back. She seemed interested, so why not? 

He showed up in the Pegasus common room to find her. He smiled when he saw her. 

“Sorry ‘bout last night, but I wasn’t ready for that. It came out of nowhere. I just couldn’t. Can you keep this about Maddy?” 

River was getting hesitant now on whether Summer should be involved in this at all. Maybe what the Laveaus were planning was too much for her still? 

“You make this about anything more than Maddy and you’re going to hurt the wrong people. It’s okay if you need to talk about it. I’m fine now. I can deal. It caught me off guard. Don’t say you’re fine if you aren’t. Better talk to me now than have something happen when a pack of my siblings are involved. This is you and me.” 

Scout would come bounding down the stairs, skipping the glasses basket for once, but slinging her arms back and forth rap-style in front of her body and making beat-boxing sounds. 

“Sitting up here in my ivory tower

While the cursed one sings in his bell tower 

doing the wallflower wishing it was happy hour

while my daddy is DeVOURing  ... flesh!

Don’t you look so sour 

Just because you got no electrical power

Fuck it! Having me a whiskey sour!

My adrenaline on Horse Power

Seeing my bro and his gal so pretty like a desert sunflower

Eyes always looking at each other like love under a meteor shower

Get low now. get low.

I can’t drop this mic I aint’ Obama 

But, my chocolate chip cookie dough bro drops zombies like Nazi’s. He’s  Einsenhower.”