053 ☣ never meant to lie

[fridgetothefire]

[Spam for Ben]

[They were together in the arena, and they end up together on the barge too, in between their cabins, sprawled a few steps apart on staircase by the fourth floor. As the depthless darkness recedes from her vision and her counterpart's sharp, bright, selfish mind gingerly extracts itself from her own, she glimpses him, and thinks for a dazed moment, with relief and quiet love, and when you wake up, I will still be here. Except - except - he is looking at her, and his expression is all wrong.]


[Public Video (actual immediate response reserved for Peter)]

[She switches to video, with an awkward view of her chin and collarbone as she holds it close to her mouth and speaks as clearly as she can, teeth gritted.]

Help. Stairs, fourth deck, high powered. Fast, please. Ben's mirrored.

[Then she just holds it, turns the view to face Ben and Riddick's fight.]

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[patheticvillain]

[He pushes the door open, slides inside, biting the inside of his cheek to make a helpless sort of pain. She looks so small like this.]

[He comes and sits just next to her on the bed, not touching, but a solid force at one side in case some cruel manifestation decides to attack. Again.]

Anya.

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[fridgetothefire]

Hey.

[She doesn't know where to start or what to say. He was going to kill her, and she couldn't stop him and she doesn't know how much she even wanted to try. She wishes she could go to zero right now and make him stop hurting, but she can't. She wishes Cassel would come closer, but she doesn't want to move from her cocoon, either.]

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[patheticvillain]

[He doesn't come closer. He reaches out his hand to her instead, slow and tentative as though approaching a wild animal, his eyes on her face the whole time.]

I hate it because I want to say you're safe now but you're not and neither is he.

So I'm sorry, I guess. That's all.

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[fridgetothefire]

[It's like Tosh, again. Her home is falling apart. Her home is literally -]

This isn't how it's supposed to happen.

[Her voice is very small. She snakes one arm out from under the cape, the unbroken one, although a glimpse of the cast shows, squeezes his hand tight.]

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[patheticvillain]

[He squeezes her hand back; lets her squeeze his until it seems like his fingers might break. It's okay.]

I know. It isn't. It's all wrong.

[He scoots closer, leans his head on her shoulder.]

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[fridgetothefire]

[And her head tilted back onto his head, almost reflexive, relief, release. Like cogs clicking into place, like joints into their sockets. Not healing, but satisfying, right. Comforting to the mind which wishes for pieces to fit.]

Not all.

[There's him, and her. And probably other things. But right now this is who she has, what she needs.]