Re: Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, 8/?)englishlitnerdSeptember 13 2011, 19:51:09 UTC
Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, 9/?)
When he still hadn’t spoken to her by Tuesday evening, Charles finally seemed to notice something wasn’t quite right.
“Raven?” he knocked tentatively on her bedroom door.
She ignored it.
“Raven, I know you’re in there. And I know you’re not asleep cause I saw your feet moving a minute ago under the door. I want to talk to you.”
Raven rolled her eyes. She wasn’t about to talk to anyone who had taken three days to even notice her absence from his daily life. She flipped the page of her magazine.
“I picked up Chinese, your favorite.”
“Already eaten, thanks.” Raven called back tightly. Her stomach growled in disagreement.
“Raven. Please. I think you might be mad at me but I don’t know what I’ve done. If we could just talk about it.”
She stood up and grabbed her purse, unwilling to listen anymore. She pulled on a pair of shoes and then hopped out her window onto the fire escape. Ten minutes later she was sitting at a Chinese restaurant, ordering her favorite and for all she knew, Charles was still pleading at her door.
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The next night, he tried again.
“Raven, I’ve thought about it and I think I know what I’ve done.”
She paused, blood red nail polish halfway to her big toe and listened intently.
“I’m sorry for bringing that girl home on Saturday night.”
Raven’s eyes unexpectedly filled with tears.
“I know you were sick and trying to sleep. When she ran out of here, I know it caused a commotion and it must have scared you to death. I should have stayed away when you were so sick. If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t have picked her up.”
Raven blinked a few times, her stomach flipping unhappily. How could someone be so wrong and so right all at once?
Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, 10/?)englishlitnerdSeptember 13 2011, 19:52:34 UTC
Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, 10/?)
By the next afternoon, he was done being nice. Raven was one of the only people in the world who knew it, but when Charles got angry, you did not want to cross his path.
She could hear him banging around in their hall closet, muttering to himself and, in the process, convincing himself that he was the wronged one in this scenario.
Raven knew that part of his personality well too and she was not in the mood for when he started hollering hurt accusations at her through the door. She was glad she had to work.
“Raven!” he called through the door. “This is getting absolutely ridiculous. I don’t even know that you’re okay in there. You could be someone pretending to be her. The only reason I even know there’s a second person living here is because of the dirty dishes in the sink.”
She hardened her resolve. She should have known guilt was going to be the next tactic.
“I’m counting to three and then I’m coming in there. I’m warning you.”
Raven glanced down at her doorknob, reassuring herself that it was locked before she stood up and shimmied out of her pants and pulled her shirt over her head. She had to be at work in half of an hour.
She heard the sound of a hair pin clicking around her lock as she crossed to her closet clad in only her underwear and pulled out a dress. She threw it on her bed and crossed over to the mirror, pulling her blonde hair back into a ponytail as she ignored him. The first years of her life had made her into an excellent lock picker and she had tried to teach Charles when he was twelve. He was, unsurprisingly, hopeless at it, so she knew this was an empty threat.
She turned back towards her bed to pick up the dress and her door swung open. Behind it stood Charles, red faced from anger and eyes comically widened that it had actually worked. A toolbox that normally sat in their hall closet and that she was pretty sure he had never opened before was by his side.
Raven shrieked, covering her bare breasts with small white hands. “Get out! What are you doing in here? I have to go to work!” she cried.
Multiple emotions flickered over Charles’s face for the next few moments before he finally looked down and blushed. “I- Just don’t lock me out anymore.” He finally said, turning on his heel and slamming the door to his own bedroom behind him.
Raven stood rooted to the spot for a long time. Raven may not have known men well but something familiar was nagging at the back of her brain. He looked embarrassed certainly and angry as hell. For a brief moment though as he’d stared at her naked in surprise, another look had flashed in his eyes. She had certainly felt the emotion often enough herself to recognize it in on someone else, especially someone she’d seen aroused only a few days before. She wasn’t positive of course, but Raven was pretty sure it was naked lust that she’d just seen on Charles’s face.
So glad to hear you both are continuing to enjoy it. Every time you comment with a squeal, I squeal right back because it makes me so happy to know you're enjoying my fill, and because basically I love squealing. It's the happiest noise in the world!
Re: Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, 10/?)englishlitnerdSeptember 14 2011, 04:03:49 UTC
This is so incredible, anon. There is nowhere near enough Charles/Raven and this is so gooood. I love their the way you've drawn their relationship, full of concern and affection and bumps and resentments and stupid misunderstandings and friction and all the details that tell of time of life together, the way they know each other so well, but still surprise each other. The whole sequence with the lockpick was delightful.
They just...they really feel like they've been close for a long time, in the awkward-imperfect-wonderful way, like real siblings that could have been but with a little not-biological leeway for them to toy with romantic gestures and UST. The whole section with the 'darling-in-public' game was simply lovely, it really felt like them having fun, and also tentatively connecting that way within the safety and deniability of joking, especially for Charles. It seemed so natural and playful and sklgnslkngs the point is it was awesome.
TRACKING THIS LIKE A BOSS, and thank you so much for writing it. <3
Re: Fill: Worth the Wait (Charles/Raven, warnings: pseudo incest, 10/?)englishlitnerdSeptember 15 2011, 05:28:49 UTC
Oh my goodness, thank you so much! I got emotional when I read this. Your reactions were exactly what I was hoping for and your taking the time to respond to my random little story means so much to me. I can't tell you how much fun I'm having neglecting the rest of my real life to complete it.
When he still hadn’t spoken to her by Tuesday evening, Charles finally seemed to notice something wasn’t quite right.
“Raven?” he knocked tentatively on her bedroom door.
She ignored it.
“Raven, I know you’re in there. And I know you’re not asleep cause I saw your feet moving a minute ago under the door. I want to talk to you.”
Raven rolled her eyes. She wasn’t about to talk to anyone who had taken three days to even notice her absence from his daily life. She flipped the page of her magazine.
“I picked up Chinese, your favorite.”
“Already eaten, thanks.” Raven called back tightly. Her stomach growled in disagreement.
“Raven. Please. I think you might be mad at me but I don’t know what I’ve done. If we could just talk about it.”
She stood up and grabbed her purse, unwilling to listen anymore. She pulled on a pair of shoes and then hopped out her window onto the fire escape. Ten minutes later she was sitting at a Chinese restaurant, ordering her favorite and for all she knew, Charles was still pleading at her door.
***
The next night, he tried again.
“Raven, I’ve thought about it and I think I know what I’ve done.”
She paused, blood red nail polish halfway to her big toe and listened intently.
“I’m sorry for bringing that girl home on Saturday night.”
Raven’s eyes unexpectedly filled with tears.
“I know you were sick and trying to sleep. When she ran out of here, I know it caused a commotion and it must have scared you to death. I should have stayed away when you were so sick. If I could do it all over again, I wouldn’t have picked her up.”
Raven blinked a few times, her stomach flipping unhappily. How could someone be so wrong and so right all at once?
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By the next afternoon, he was done being nice. Raven was one of the only people in the world who knew it, but when Charles got angry, you did not want to cross his path.
She could hear him banging around in their hall closet, muttering to himself and, in the process, convincing himself that he was the wronged one in this scenario.
Raven knew that part of his personality well too and she was not in the mood for when he started hollering hurt accusations at her through the door. She was glad she had to work.
“Raven!” he called through the door. “This is getting absolutely ridiculous.
I don’t even know that you’re okay in there. You could be someone pretending to be her. The only reason I even know there’s a second person living here is because of the dirty dishes in the sink.”
She hardened her resolve. She should have known guilt was going to be the next tactic.
“I’m counting to three and then I’m coming in there. I’m warning you.”
Raven glanced down at her doorknob, reassuring herself that it was locked before she stood up and shimmied out of her pants and pulled her shirt over her head. She had to be at work in half of an hour.
She heard the sound of a hair pin clicking around her lock as she crossed to her closet clad in only her underwear and pulled out a dress. She threw it on her bed and crossed over to the mirror, pulling her blonde hair back into a ponytail as she ignored him. The first years of her life had made her into an excellent lock picker and she had tried to teach Charles when he was twelve. He was, unsurprisingly, hopeless at it, so she knew this was an empty threat.
She turned back towards her bed to pick up the dress and her door swung open. Behind it stood Charles, red faced from anger and eyes comically widened that it had actually worked. A toolbox that normally sat in their hall closet and that she was pretty sure he had never opened before was by his side.
Raven shrieked, covering her bare breasts with small white hands. “Get out!
What are you doing in here? I have to go to work!” she cried.
Multiple emotions flickered over Charles’s face for the next few moments before he finally looked down and blushed. “I- Just don’t lock me out anymore.” He finally said, turning on his heel and slamming the door to his own bedroom behind him.
Raven stood rooted to the spot for a long time. Raven may not have known men well but something familiar was nagging at the back of her brain. He looked embarrassed certainly and angry as hell. For a brief moment though as he’d stared at her naked in surprise, another look had flashed in his eyes. She had certainly felt the emotion often enough herself to recognize it in on someone else, especially someone she’d seen aroused only a few days before. She wasn’t positive of course, but Raven was pretty sure it was naked lust that she’d just seen on Charles’s face.
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They just...they really feel like they've been close for a long time, in the awkward-imperfect-wonderful way, like real siblings that could have been but with a little not-biological leeway for them to toy with romantic gestures and UST. The whole section with the 'darling-in-public' game was simply lovely, it really felt like them having fun, and also tentatively connecting that way within the safety and deniability of joking, especially for Charles. It seemed so natural and playful and sklgnslkngs the point is it was awesome.
TRACKING THIS LIKE A BOSS, and thank you so much for writing it. <3
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