And she’s here to write her name on my skin with kisses in the rain
Characters: Raven and open to Iris (possibly opened up to others later)
Date & Time: August 13th, evening
Setting: her room
Summary: Raven is out of the infirmary and has things on her mind.
Rating: PG-13
Status: OPEN to Iris (for now)
Raven lay sprawled carefully on her bed. She was beyond glad to be out of the infirmary. Between being there herself, and being there at Erik’s bedside... she had spent way too much time there. At least she was able to shape-shift again. It still hurt, and she had to return to her natural form more often than she was used to... but she could shape-shift again. She felt WHOLE.
There were other things on her mind at the moment, however. Finding Erik lying unconscious in the pile of rubble that used to be the bunker had stolen the breath from her body. She had come to a very abrupt, starling realisation in that instant.
She’d gone and fallen in love with Erik.
There had been the distinct possibility for it, and Raven had known that she was starting to fall... but she hadn’t known she’d fallen quite so... deeply. Not until she’d seen him hurt. There had been a iron fist clenched tightly around her heart until she’d known for certain that he would be all right.
It had been easy enough not allowing herself to think about it while Erik was still in the infirmary. She could distract herself. But now that he was out... She was at a loss, unable to ignore the thoughts now racing through her head.
Pressing one hand against the bandages still wrapped around her waist (hidden by her most comfortable tank top; she was dressing in exercise clothes until she healed), she twisted over, planted face-first into her pillow (that still smelled like Erik and it really wasn’t HELPING) and screamed into it.
Date & Time: August 13th, evening
Setting: her room
Summary: Raven is out of the infirmary and has things on her mind.
Rating: PG-13
Status: OPEN to Iris (for now)
Raven lay sprawled carefully on her bed. She was beyond glad to be out of the infirmary. Between being there herself, and being there at Erik’s bedside... she had spent way too much time there. At least she was able to shape-shift again. It still hurt, and she had to return to her natural form more often than she was used to... but she could shape-shift again. She felt WHOLE.
There were other things on her mind at the moment, however. Finding Erik lying unconscious in the pile of rubble that used to be the bunker had stolen the breath from her body. She had come to a very abrupt, starling realisation in that instant.
She’d gone and fallen in love with Erik.
There had been the distinct possibility for it, and Raven had known that she was starting to fall... but she hadn’t known she’d fallen quite so... deeply. Not until she’d seen him hurt. There had been a iron fist clenched tightly around her heart until she’d known for certain that he would be all right.
It had been easy enough not allowing herself to think about it while Erik was still in the infirmary. She could distract herself. But now that he was out... She was at a loss, unable to ignore the thoughts now racing through her head.
Pressing one hand against the bandages still wrapped around her waist (hidden by her most comfortable tank top; she was dressing in exercise clothes until she healed), she twisted over, planted face-first into her pillow (that still smelled like Erik and it really wasn’t HELPING) and screamed into it.