Characters: Kaylee and Odd. Content: Some good old-fashioned comfort. Location: St. Patrick's Cathedral Time of day: Afternoon Warnings: *hits head on wall* angst angst angst
Most of the days were spent in the comforting solitudes of his own room. So much that he had thought that he was ready to go out of his mind.
Certainly, he did have the company of others to ground him. Hearing his fellow cathedral occupants scuffle beyond the door to his room, their voices, and a visitor every so often... reminded him that he wasn’t alone. And yet, somehow, Odd had never felt quite as alone as he had ever been. Not until Ginger had come to his room the other day to deliver the news.
It doesn’t happen fast. It won’t hurt for a while.Ridiculous. As if Odd’s life wasn’t already like living some kind of M. Night Shyamalan movie with yet another ludicrous twist at the end, but now he was having to deal with being something else. Odd had lived split lives before. He practically lived his entire life having separate lives. This was a little much, even for him
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The realization of just how tired she was hadn’t hit until Kaylee had taken her place on the pew. There had been things to do besides sleep at home. Link needed looking after, Jayne was still being a stubborn fei wu about his crab bite, and Mal had worked up such an irritation about everything that he seemed almost unapproachable. When she had attempted sleep, though
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Odd noticed the respite over Kaylee’s face. He was pretty good at telling that sort of thing in any case, and know that Kaylee was here for other reasons. Not that Odd was fool enough to think that everyone showed up just to see him; it just seemed strange considering Kaylee...
Indeed, the walking was much needed. Stretching his legs like this was a welcome new sensation as opposed to lying down in bed all day. Stupid, really, because his legs were fine. There wasn’t much point in lying down if he could walk.
Except the ever-present dizziness reminded him why it was best to lay down and relax.
For a moment he touched his face, feeling the bumps and bruises and bandages relieved over the injuries that didn’t quite heal up right away. He assumed Kashima’s ability had only been enough to heal the major injuries, such as the fatal stab through his lung and the arm that should have otherwise been mutilated beyond mobility. In the long run, Odd should have been dead.Odd was alive. He didn’t feel much alive, but he suspected there were
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Already she didn't want to be here, to be dragging him into her own problems when he wasn't even fully healed yet. A few silly fears was all it was. It was nothing compared to what he had gone through, what he was still going through. The only thing that stopped her from walking out then and there was that he actually sat down. She wasn't about to make him sit for nothing
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Most of the days were spent in the comforting solitudes of his own room. So much that he had thought that he was ready to go out of his mind.
Certainly, he did have the company of others to ground him. Hearing his fellow cathedral occupants scuffle beyond the door to his room, their voices, and a visitor every so often... reminded him that he wasn’t alone. And yet, somehow, Odd had never felt quite as alone as he had ever been. Not until Ginger had come to his room the other day to deliver the news.
It doesn’t happen fast. It won’t hurt for a while.Ridiculous. As if Odd’s life wasn’t already like living some kind of M. Night Shyamalan movie with yet another ludicrous twist at the end, but now he was having to deal with being something else. Odd had lived split lives before. He practically lived his entire life having separate lives. This was a little much, even for him ( ... )
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Indeed, the walking was much needed. Stretching his legs like this was a welcome new sensation as opposed to lying down in bed all day. Stupid, really, because his legs were fine. There wasn’t much point in lying down if he could walk.
Except the ever-present dizziness reminded him why it was best to lay down and relax.
For a moment he touched his face, feeling the bumps and bruises and bandages relieved over the injuries that didn’t quite heal up right away. He assumed Kashima’s ability had only been enough to heal the major injuries, such as the fatal stab through his lung and the arm that should have otherwise been mutilated beyond mobility. In the long run, Odd should have been dead.Odd was alive. He didn’t feel much alive, but he suspected there were ( ... )
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