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Cara ([personal profile] wrongkindofsith) wrote2010-12-13 01:57 am
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Room 418, Sunday Morning

After she'd made her way back to her room the night before, the second thing Cara had done (the first being getting all the muck cleaned off 'Richard') had been to swap her leathers for the shirt the human-shaped Richard had managed to leave behind during Parent's Weekend and collapsed into a deep, but not dreamless sleep.

During the night, she'd burrowed under the covers and drawn up into a tight ball, her hands and feet tucked away where nothing could get at them. Apart from her rapid breathing, she made no sound as her eyes darted back and forth under closed lids.

You were always my favourite, Cara. That's why I chose you.


[For the puppy who is not actually named Richard.]
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wrongkindofsith: (I haz a hug but what do I do with it?)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2010-12-13 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
Well, it wasn't the first time someone had choked Cara out of affection, even if she didn't know why they kept doing it. "Clark," she managed after longer than was perhaps wise. "Air."

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh!" Clark relaxed his arms immediately, leaning over her shoulder to see if he'd hurt her at all. "Sorry, sorry! Are you okay?"
wrongkindofsith: (And I will love you and pet you...)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2010-12-13 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm fine." Shifting in his arms so she didn't have to twist her head to look at him, Cara reached up to stroke his face. "I don't blame you for not coming."

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I would have, you know," Clark told her, blue eyes saddened by his inability. "Usually nothing can stop me."
wrongkindofsith: (Pls dun kick the puppy)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2010-12-13 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
"I know that." And she really didn't know how that made her feel. "It wasn't that bad, considering."

She had a basis for comparison.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"No?" That made him feel maybe a hair better. "I remember you seeming sad when I finally found you." Feelings were really all he could remember.
wrongkindofsith: (Unsure what you want of me)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2010-12-13 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"I didn't know you were the puppy." Which was as close as she was going to come to admitting it had hurt when it looked like he wasn't there when she got out.

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
"And still you brought me home and cleaned me up," Clark pointed out, like he believed somehow she had known.
wrongkindofsith: (Your mouth moves and nonsense comes out)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2010-12-13 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Because you were small and had no business being on your own." And were also adorable, but she wasn't going to mention that. "I was also going to name you Richard."

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
Clark smiled more brightly. "You must have really liked me."
wrongkindofsith: (Smile like no-one's watching)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2010-12-13 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
That got something close to a smile. "Yes, I did."

[identity profile] redandblueblur.livejournal.com 2010-12-13 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
Clark leaned in to press a kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad you're back. And not trapped in some freaky dream."
wrongkindofsith: (If I make sure it's okay)

[personal profile] wrongkindofsith 2010-12-13 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
Cara pressed in closer against him, sliding an arm around his waist. "I'm glad you're here," she admitted.
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