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Eden is quiet.
Eden is really, really, really fucking quiet.
Steph hasn't heard a single car engine in months now. No aeroplanes. No zeppelins. No sirens at night, no screaming people, no clubs, no traffic snarls, no angry landlords. Fuck, she hasn't even heard a phone ring.
She plays with the babies when she can, trains with Cass and with Babs every day, with Sokka in the mornings and Tim in the afternoons, helps Faye out running coffee every Sunday. (At least, once every seven days, on a day they've arbitrarily declared to be Sunday. Not like there's any other way to know.) Fighting-wise, her skills are improving in leaps and bounds. Detective work with Tim and Babs is challenging, but she's improving there, too.
Tim's getting more worrying. He really loves her, she knows that. It's just that he seems to express his love by hardly ever letting her be alone, watching suspiciously any time she goes anywhere, and really just kind of creeping her out a lot. She's woken up at nights to find him just staring at her.
It's kind of freaky.
But Eden's so quiet. Learning to fight better, getting quicker and stronger and smarter, it's all kind of pointless. There are howls outside the walls at nights and that's creepy or whatever, but it's not like she can do anything. It's getting to the point where she starts secretly hoping something will attack again, just so the monotony is broken.
This place is driving Steph insane.
She kicks her legs against the chimney stack she's sitting on and chews another jellybean, waiting for something to happen. Anything will do. A bird, a moth, an insect. Even another person.
Eden is really, really, really fucking quiet.
Steph hasn't heard a single car engine in months now. No aeroplanes. No zeppelins. No sirens at night, no screaming people, no clubs, no traffic snarls, no angry landlords. Fuck, she hasn't even heard a phone ring.
She plays with the babies when she can, trains with Cass and with Babs every day, with Sokka in the mornings and Tim in the afternoons, helps Faye out running coffee every Sunday. (At least, once every seven days, on a day they've arbitrarily declared to be Sunday. Not like there's any other way to know.) Fighting-wise, her skills are improving in leaps and bounds. Detective work with Tim and Babs is challenging, but she's improving there, too.
Tim's getting more worrying. He really loves her, she knows that. It's just that he seems to express his love by hardly ever letting her be alone, watching suspiciously any time she goes anywhere, and really just kind of creeping her out a lot. She's woken up at nights to find him just staring at her.
It's kind of freaky.
But Eden's so quiet. Learning to fight better, getting quicker and stronger and smarter, it's all kind of pointless. There are howls outside the walls at nights and that's creepy or whatever, but it's not like she can do anything. It's getting to the point where she starts secretly hoping something will attack again, just so the monotony is broken.
This place is driving Steph insane.
She kicks her legs against the chimney stack she's sitting on and chews another jellybean, waiting for something to happen. Anything will do. A bird, a moth, an insect. Even another person.