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I can't believe what you said to me, last night we were alone.

May 10, 2010 18:00

WHO: Raven and Rimmer. Closed log.
WHERE: Lake Placid house, their bedroom.
WHEN: Backdated to the night of this post.
WARNINGS: Heavy theological content and philosophy. Discussion of souls. Discussion of humanity and demons. A couple in their pyjamas in bed. Yannow, the usual.
SUMMARY: Rimmer is none too keen on the fact that Raven seems to ( Read more... )

† arnold rimmer | ace rimmer, † raven roth | desdemona

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darkprophecies May 11 2010, 01:11:57 UTC

Raven spent a good half hour trying to find any reason to not go to bed... she knew what would happen the moment she was in close quarters with her soon-to-be husband. He would want to talk about issues. No, he'd want to lecture her on why she didn't believe she had a 'soul'. Raven didn't want to lie to him. Giving in and letting him believe he had changed her mind would be lying to him...

She tried just about anything to excuse why she didn't want to go to bed. Joseph, I'd love you watch you paint! David, we can watch a movie! Terrence, let's go out for icecream and no it doesn't matter that it's late! None of it worked, and she found herself marching up the stairs after being caught yawning. She couldn't get away with anything in this house, one of the downsides to being so close to them all ( ... )

ajrimmer_ssc May 11 2010, 01:16:04 UTC

Ah. Yes. He knew that gown. He loathed that gown. When that nightgown came out he knew he'd really shagged up proper, and would not be getting any sort of affection or attention tonight. It was the sleepwear equivalent of the couch.

But he dutifully tucked his bookmark back into his book, and yet did not put the book aside.

"Hallo," he said quietly.

darkprophecies May 11 2010, 01:19:09 UTC

"Hello," which wasn't a cute little 'hi'. She took a look at the book he still held, gave a little mental shrug, and settled down into the pillows, back turned to him.

She really wasn't this cold, and she didn't feel she needed to be this cold, she just really didn't want to continue this discussion. This would ultimately undo a lot of the hard work she had pushed herself through, all that self-acceptance she had struggled for.

If he insisted the way she was born wasn't good enough, which was how she was personally hearing all of it, she would be out on that couch tonight. Simple as that.

ajrimmer_ssc May 11 2010, 01:27:02 UTC

He blinked down at her back, a little well of hurt resentment bubbling up inside of him, as he snapped the book back open roughly. His mouth was turned down into a frown. He wanted to talk to her about this, but it was apparent that she wasn't interested at all. She'd probably talk to Lister about it, or Terry, or Joey, or some perfect stranger, but she'd not talk to him. Of course not. Why talk to him, she was only marrying him, for crying out loud ( ... )

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