Originally posted September 26, 2008
((RP allows you to explore a lot of different possibilities. I never considered for a minute that Siobhan would end up in a non-traditional arrangement. It all seemed so natural as it happened. This thread gave me a chance to explore her feelings.))
Shiv gently stroked Robi’s fur in the darkness and thought of Becky.
It seemed so clear tonight. “Ah love you, lass.”
Shiv had said it to her softly, nestled against her neck, a shared moment the Teen Phalanx lobby. “I love you, Siobhan Warwick.” Shiv melted at the words, pressing herself into Becky’s side, eyes tearing. Perched on the witch’s shoulders, Robi had shared in that moment. With that uncanny grace, she managed to steal a kiss from Becky and gently lick away Shiv’s tears in one swift motion.
Shiv laughed. “The three of us make quite a pair.”
So beautiful, Siobhan thought of Becky, so strong. That beauty and strength transcended the physical. A convicted criminal, Rebecca Harrison repeatedly demonstrated greater character that many of the heroes Shiv had known. Even tonight, so angered at the kidnapping of a team member, so justified, she refrained from killing the forces arrayed against them.
So gentle, remembering their private, shared moments.
Siobhan remembers how her heart dipped when Becky’s monitor turned red. She scanned the area, looking for the leather clad figure. She spied Becky, still fighting, still winning. As Shiv moved to join her sword to Becky’s efforts, she knew then.
Robi’s fur glowed softly in the luminescent light of the full moon. It had taken hours to scrub the egg and other debris from the raccoon’s hide. She would look vaguely like a dandelion in the morning; anxiously attempting to tame her mane with targeted licks and bites. It would take her the better part of a day.
Such innocence, this one. Such amazing curiosity, resiliency. Shiv had read Robi’s file. She knew just how easy it would have been for Robi to go dark. Still, light shown out of her eyes with a wicked little twinkle.
The two of them had shared words and gestures of love last night. It was different with Robi than Becky, but it was love.
Some would say Siobhan’s heart should be torn between two conflicting choices. Lying there in the moonlit darkness, Shiv’s heart felt filled to bursting with the love from and for these two extraordinary young women. The love would be easy. Making sure the two got the attention they deserved would be a little harder. Because they deserved attention, care.
Awake in the night, love fills Siobhan’s heart and mind with hope and possibilities.
-- by Robi
All her shinnies are washed and inventoried. Her fluffys stored and her bag prepared for another day of hunting. She drags her claws through her hair and slides her shinny naked body into bed with Shiv. No longer content with just snuggles she entwines her body with her lover's. With a soft sigh she begins to fall asleep. "Night Love," she declares with a lick. She lets her soft eyes close as she settles in.
It had been three weeks since her growth hit her. She had never been so happy, if she had ever been happy before. She realized that her shiny collecting had slowed, and that giving Macy her dolly was ok because now she could hug Shiv when she was sad. All the things couldn't say, the words that wanted to come out but she didn't know how to say them, all the words that people use that she doesn't know disappear in Shiv's warm gaze. In there she isn't a confused animal lost in world she's not meant to be in. No she's Roberta beautiful, beloved, liked even, not because she was small and fuzzy but for whom she was. As she drifts to a sleep, a small stream of tears flow from her face. She can't tell these things to Shiv. She knows she may never be able to explain to her goddess how much she makes the world shine. How those first days the smell of stale beer and sex, lingering with her own desperation, disappear when Shiv is near. How she held the dress she got her to her chest and wept for hours because no had had ever done anything nice for her before. That she snuck into bed with her all those nights because she hopped it would mean not waking up terrified that she had turned back to what she was. She had a word now Love. "Love" she whispers. It's big it's strong but some days it doesn't describe how she feels. Terrified that someday all the frustration and desperation will be grater then she can manage to shove down deep inside her and it will come out like in the house of the bad men. Love, can a small word change so much? Love, can it express to Shiv how she feels? Love, can it really make her feel like this all the time? All she can do is hold Shiv tight and hope that like her small words can do big things.
-- by Breakneck Becky
Her head was almost literally in the clouds as she ran, and her smile shone through the fog as she sprinted through the forests of her new home town. Aside from the occasional mis-step that sent her plowing through a twisted oak or a mob of great green creatures her pace was steady as she struggled to tire herself out. Blood was pounding in her ears, and her heart was torn between the rage that still filled her almost every waking moment and the warm, unfamiliar spread of happiness.
"She loves me" The giggle was whipped into the forest breeze, another phantom sound in the haunted land.
And then there was that little kiss from Robi...unexpected, but it did set her at ease. She had watched Robi growing so close to the woman she loved, and had worried...if it came down to a choice it was clear that Robi needed Shiv in so many more ways than Becky, and she wasn't sure if she could separate them and live with herself. The memory brought her back to the entry hall to the dorms, which brought to her mind the scent on antiseptic and blood, and the worried voice of Macy drifting quietly from the med-bay. The rage spiked again, tearing a scream from her throat as she swerved her path directly into a huge battle between the giant forest spirits and those damned Redcaps...if running wouldn't clear her mind, maybe violence would.
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