Without you here there's no use...

[darkprophecies]

WHO: Raven and Rimmer
WHERE: Lake Placid, NY (their house)
WHEN: Sometime after Tony's post
WARNINGS: Language probably ._.
SUMMARY: Raven's pledged her hand in helping any way she can, and her husband-to-be is a scaredy cat that wants to stick his head in the sand. Let's see how this goes.
FORMAT: Para

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[ajrimmer_ssc]

And then there was Arnold. Arnold Judas Rimmer, the man who was so cowardly he'd faint at the sight of blood, who'd hide under the scannerscope table when under attack by GELFs, the man who'd run a mile if there was a fight in a pub. This cowardly little git of a man who was, frankly, about as yellow as a herd of elephants who'd had multiple gallons of diuretic each

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Raven always had her empathy on full blast when it came to Arnold. She'd laugh when he laughed, cry when he cried, fume when he fumed, even if it was on the other side of the planet at the time. Of course, being in close proximately to him would always make it stronger, as logic dictated, and that was no different now.

She smacked that punching back over and over again, and with every little step he took that got him closer to her, she hit it harder, becoming more and more intense and focused on her target. She hadn't felt this way in months, not since she was back in her own world, fighting against the cults that so openly worshiped her father. He was halfway down the stairs when she landed that one blow, the one that caused her to stumble back, gripping onto her wrist with a harsh inhale through her nose. She'd hit it too hard, and at a careless angle. Great, now she'd have to back off for at least an hour, if not more.

Then she noticed him coming down to talk to her, and the very minor injury was forgotten. Because oh crap she

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"Raven."

He sat carefully down on the Pilates ball that was balanced in one corner of the room. With one wrong move he could be dumped on his arse, but there was really nowhere else to sit, aside from the stationary bike, and that would just look silly. Of course, he looked pretty silly anyway, but what the hell.

"What are you doing?"

And he obviously didn't mean her workout.

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She watched him, still rubbing at her wrist, with a very wary look in her eye. He was being calm, when she knew he wasn't calm at all, and that always unnerved her. Being the empath she was, when the facial features didn't match what she knew was going on in their heads, she'd always get a little anxious.

"I assume I don't really have to tell you." she stated it in a complete mimic of the tone he had just used on her, for lack of any other defense mechanism at the moment. It'd come to her, just not right now.

Buying herself a bit of time, she went to go fetch her water bottle she had put nearby on the floor. Twisting the cap off, she took a long drink.