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N e w: Y o r k

Feb 21, 2009 21:30

Who: River and York
What: Lovely day
When: 20th Afternoon
Where: Starts out York's house.
Rating: Cute?

( A sweet smile. )

york, river tam, *status-complete, tex

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brainpanned February 27 2009, 08:51:50 UTC

River sighed a little against his throat and hid her face there.

"She would have continued shouting at you. m' head hurts."

freelanceryork February 27 2009, 17:02:08 UTC

He pressed a hand to the back of her head to gently keep it in place and smiled slowly. "Thank you, River." Just as quietly. And he'd sit there for a moment, until Tex came back in, eyebrows lifting.

"Both of you get up and get to work. My floors aren't going to clean themselves." Demanded, before she disappeared again, and York let out another breath. "You don't have to help, River. Let's get you into a bath and I'll clean it up." Because she hadn't done any of this.

brainpanned February 27 2009, 18:21:25 UTC

Why did Tex always have to shout? River's shoulders flinched, seemingly guiltily for what "she'd" done, but mostly it as an effect of the pounding in her head. She nodded a little, keeping her eyes squeezed shut as the skinny arms curled around York's neck once again.

She did shift, a little, moving her mouth away from the place near his neck to higher up, by his ear.

"...I rather liked this dress." And he would owe her a new one. River was joking. Mostly. Somewhat. Okay, not really. The fact that her dress was torn did upset her greatly.

freelanceryork February 27 2009, 19:03:28 UTC

"I did too." Assured with a little smile, and he let his eyes slide closed. His head hurt, too. But it was such a small thing in comparison to what Spartans were used to. "I'll get you a new one. A few new dresses, to make up for it." Even as he said that, he was shifting, spreading his legs some and wrapping his arms around her more securely, so he could push up to his feet, lifting her in his arms as he did. Then he was walking her to the door (careful to wipe his boots on the wood floor there, so he wouldn't track it through the house. Then it was up the stairs, to the third floor, where he was carrying her into his bathroom. York then turned to sit her on the closed toilet and reached out messy hands to close up her dress in a sheepish manner ( ... )

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brainpanned February 27 2009, 23:43:53 UTC

River made for the stairs, stumbling a little because the pants were several inches too long. That was a testament to her confusion. Walking didn't make sense. The floor was too close and too far away and River kept her hand against the wall to steady herself.

"York?" She called softly for him, searching the dining room. Her hair hung wetly around her face, plastering to her throat and cheeks, leaving dark spots against the shoulders of the T-shirt.

freelanceryork February 27 2009, 23:54:41 UTC

She'd find him just where Tex had left him. In the dining room, cleaning the last of the paint off of the hardwood floors. It smelled like paint of course-- not just because he'd thrown it everywhere an hour earlier, but also because he'd used thinner on the walls to get the red off, then had waited for them to dry and repainted them the soft blue they'd been previously. He was still paint-covered, of course, but was almost done. All the broken pieces of dining table and dining chairs were gone, removed and tossed outside to make room for the new one he'd be getting her.

He actually felt bad about it, but not *that* bad. This was Tex, after all.

"River?" He smiled when he saw her and sat upright, he just had a bit more scrubbing to get that last spot of paint up. But at least the cleaner had taken the paint off his hands. "Feeling better?"

brainpanned February 28 2009, 00:07:14 UTC

Tiredly, she shook her head, lips pressed into a desperate frown. Dear dear York. River was not feeling better. River felt like a thousand exhausted fragments that had all been scattered around and York was on the ground, wiping them up. The smell of paint made her dizzy and weak -- had her leaning against the banister for support.

"The mechanism is malfunctioned. Texasmiss claims there is no soul but there is. Could be?" River didn't know for certain herself, but she had to believe Epsilon contained the capacity for a soul inside all that screaming. A simple machine could never have felt such sorrow. Such pain. River bit her lip and turned her head skyward, squeezing her eyes shut against everything. She needed sleep and silence and someone to make things alright.

freelanceryork February 28 2009, 00:15:39 UTC

"River.." He was getting up then, leaving the spot there on the floor as he came forward. "I think she's got a soul." Either Tex or Epsilon, who knew? "Delta has one. He lives in me. I think I should know." Inside his head, Delta was debating that very claim even as he said it.

"Go back upstairs and lay down. I'm almost done here and I'll come up with something to eat and some pills." For her headache. For his headache.

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brainpanned February 28 2009, 07:48:09 UTC

River held up a hand in pause, indicating that York might want to stop talking now. She knew she had her days, her bad days and her worse ones; then there were days like this that seemed to make everything fall apart. She thought those were over. Her hand came to rub at the back of her neck, then. Obviously not.

Blindly, she groped for the borrowed pants, sliding into them carefully as she stood. River greatly risked falling, but her hands found the bedside table and she managed to steady herself.

"I think I'm going home." She was staring at the table's surface when she said it, but bets were that she was not addressing the furniture directly. (Or she might have been. This was River, after all.)

freelanceryork February 28 2009, 07:52:24 UTC

"Alright, let me.. get dressed." He was climbing out of the bed and moving for his dresser, so that he could tug out a pair of jeans and slide them on, glancing back over at her as he did. He was wearing a shirt, so he'd just pull on his jacket and he'd be fine-- a pair of boots. He wouldn't waste time on socks. "You can use a pair of Tex's shoes."

brainpanned February 28 2009, 08:00:39 UTC

"No, that's -- " River seemed to be moving in slow motion. Her hand came up in another slow, halting gesture. " -- unnecessary. You will stay." She moved toward the door, then, feeling far steadier on her feet than previously. Even her voice was thick and deliberately slow. "Shoes...my shoes are on the first floor. In a closet. I did not untie them."

freelanceryork February 28 2009, 08:09:22 UTC

"I'm coming with you." Announced as he rolled his shoulders back and followed her out of the door, into the hallway. He wasn't leaving her alone. Not a chance. Even if he had to walk ten paces behind her all the way home. She didn't look well, and he wouldn't allow her to be hurt. "I'll help you with them." Her shoes, that was.

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