May 16, 2009 14:21
Even when she was surrounded by people, Ivy felt alone. She was the Archive. To most people she was a thing, not a person. She didn't even have a name, that was until Harry. It wasn't until Harry that Ivy was looked at as more than a powerful entity or a walking, talking database. He'd taken one look at her and saw a little girl rather than the Archive.
She'd always had Kincaid and as close as they were, she was still the Archive to him. At the aquarium, it didn't occur to anyone to look for her where the cute animals were. No one thought to go where a little girl would be waiting, they'd assumed that she'd be sitting quietly, not enjoying the surrounding area. It had taken Harry to point out the lure of cute animals to a twelve year old girl.
Despite Harry treating her as a person as well as a repository, Ivy was alone. No one knew what it was like to have memories that weren't yours. To have flashes of millennia worth of lives yet to never know what it was like to have a family. She was part of a crowd, yet always set apart. It was the burden that Archives had throughout the ages. The difference was that they had life experiences of husband and daughters before they stepped into the shoes of the Archives that went before them. Ivy was born with the knowledge of the ages. She was born into a life that would be solitary by definition.
That was, until Harry opened the eyes of those around her and showed them the girl that was also the Archive.
The Archive (Ivy) ~*~ Dresden Files ~*~ 280 words
harry,
kincaid,
being the archive,
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