[INCOMPLETE]
Who: Lucrecia, Kadaj.
When: right after this.
Where: the church.
Rating: PG, atm.
Warnings: LU'S A WARNING ALL ON HER OWN. ♥ And Kadaj is still very much himself.
Summary: Kadaj went to the hospital for whatever reason and got himself injured. Lu, being her motherly ANYTHING BUT MOTHERLY self, sets off to tend to him. lol, yeah. We get a kick out of it, too.
The church.
In all honesty, it should have been one of the first places she should have suspected him being. It only made sense, didn't it? How many time had she gone to meet him there, after all? How many times had she spoken with him there? The church. For whatever reason, it was the focal point of the entire city (clock tower aside). A place of refuge, and calm, and quiet, and she should have figured that was where he'd retreat off to. But, ah, it didn't matter then. All that mattered was that she knew where he was, that she was capable of reaching said destination in a timely manner, and that he wasn't hurt as badly as she had a feeling he was.
Of course, his reluctance to tell her anything might have been due to the fact that he still felt rather awkward about whatever it was that was going on between them. It wasn't like she blamed him, after all. Certainly not. She had never given him an answer before -- never given him something he could have really gone off of, that he could have really walked away from with a clear understanding of what she expected from him. But those words, the ones she needed to say, refused to budge. Refused to spill from lips that were tightly pressed together, locking her secrets and all her worries in their place beneath her tongue.
But she was rather good at pretending nothing was wrong, wasn't she? Rather good at pretending that nothing was out of ordinary, that nothing had been changed, and that's what she did. Kept pushing forward, kept moving along, calm and steady, watching and careful, and the same. Not changing a beat, not skipping over any little detail, because she knew that the moment she did anything different that she'd have to admit to things she wasn't prepared to admit to. Not in her opinion, anyway, and she supposed that counted for a lot. So. When Kadaj said something of interest to her, she'd respond in a way that was entirely normal for her. Because nothing was wrong, she'd tell herself. Nothing was different. Couldn't let things be different. Couldn't let him draw away, or pull away, or push away, no matter how hard he tried.
The walk to the church hadn't taken all that much of her time, really. She stopped every now and then to adjust her coat, to pull it tighter about her body, but then she'd be off again, pressing up snowbanks and winding around dirt paths until she was stumbling up the stairs of the crumbling building. It was ethereal, almost, in the dim light, in the reflection the snow cast off on it. Glittering silver stone that reminded her of things she didn't often think about. Glittering, and pretty, even if it wasn't complete. Even if it wasn't whole.
Blue eyes shifted up, noted the open door silently as she slid inside, fingers digging their way further down into her pockets as she glanced about. At first, nothing. Nothing, but dark and gleaming marble, shadows stuck to corners. Nothing, and then--
Kadaj. Near the back. Her breath caught, and she shifted the first aid kit (brought along entirely on instinct) from one of her hands to beneath her arm, taking a few hesitant steps forward.
"Kadaj."
When: right after this.
Where: the church.
Rating: PG, atm.
Warnings: LU'S A WARNING ALL ON HER OWN. ♥ And Kadaj is still very much himself.
Summary: Kadaj went to the hospital for whatever reason and got himself injured. Lu, being her motherly ANYTHING BUT MOTHERLY self, sets off to tend to him. lol, yeah. We get a kick out of it, too.
The church.
In all honesty, it should have been one of the first places she should have suspected him being. It only made sense, didn't it? How many time had she gone to meet him there, after all? How many times had she spoken with him there? The church. For whatever reason, it was the focal point of the entire city (clock tower aside). A place of refuge, and calm, and quiet, and she should have figured that was where he'd retreat off to. But, ah, it didn't matter then. All that mattered was that she knew where he was, that she was capable of reaching said destination in a timely manner, and that he wasn't hurt as badly as she had a feeling he was.
Of course, his reluctance to tell her anything might have been due to the fact that he still felt rather awkward about whatever it was that was going on between them. It wasn't like she blamed him, after all. Certainly not. She had never given him an answer before -- never given him something he could have really gone off of, that he could have really walked away from with a clear understanding of what she expected from him. But those words, the ones she needed to say, refused to budge. Refused to spill from lips that were tightly pressed together, locking her secrets and all her worries in their place beneath her tongue.
But she was rather good at pretending nothing was wrong, wasn't she? Rather good at pretending that nothing was out of ordinary, that nothing had been changed, and that's what she did. Kept pushing forward, kept moving along, calm and steady, watching and careful, and the same. Not changing a beat, not skipping over any little detail, because she knew that the moment she did anything different that she'd have to admit to things she wasn't prepared to admit to. Not in her opinion, anyway, and she supposed that counted for a lot. So. When Kadaj said something of interest to her, she'd respond in a way that was entirely normal for her. Because nothing was wrong, she'd tell herself. Nothing was different. Couldn't let things be different. Couldn't let him draw away, or pull away, or push away, no matter how hard he tried.
The walk to the church hadn't taken all that much of her time, really. She stopped every now and then to adjust her coat, to pull it tighter about her body, but then she'd be off again, pressing up snowbanks and winding around dirt paths until she was stumbling up the stairs of the crumbling building. It was ethereal, almost, in the dim light, in the reflection the snow cast off on it. Glittering silver stone that reminded her of things she didn't often think about. Glittering, and pretty, even if it wasn't complete. Even if it wasn't whole.
Blue eyes shifted up, noted the open door silently as she slid inside, fingers digging their way further down into her pockets as she glanced about. At first, nothing. Nothing, but dark and gleaming marble, shadows stuck to corners. Nothing, and then--
Kadaj. Near the back. Her breath caught, and she shifted the first aid kit (brought along entirely on instinct) from one of her hands to beneath her arm, taking a few hesitant steps forward.
"Kadaj."