Kite Morian, Sunnydale High Class of '03 (
formoftherapy) wrote2011-05-16 08:01 pm
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for Sherry
Kite made it to Christmas break alive, which still feels like an accomplishment. (Sunnydale habits are hard to break.)
She's using the time to get through the rest of her grandmother's journals and the bar seemed like as good a reading room as any. Kite has laid claim to one of the couches, legs sprawled across the cushions and a coffee mug on the floor beside her.
She's using the time to get through the rest of her grandmother's journals and the bar seemed like as good a reading room as any. Kite has laid claim to one of the couches, legs sprawled across the cushions and a coffee mug on the floor beside her.
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His neck is layered with bruises.
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(What would you believe? That the choking thing is universal?)
--but his expression is wrong for that. And those are an awful lot of bruises; even from across the room, they look a little too familiar.
She's on her feet without even thinking about it.
(Could be one she's met; could be somebody else.
Does it really matter?)
Kite runs a hand through her hair and crosses the room.
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"Hell of a conversation piece," she says, brushing her fingers over the side of her throat.
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It's harder to pick individual hands with the bruises layered as they are. Not impossible, though, if you know what you're looking for.
"What was?"
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"And the answer to your question is that I know you--one of you, anyway--and I therefore give a shit."
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Then: "Sunnydale or New York?"
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The Sunnydale that's a big-ass crater, specifically."
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"Both."
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"Well, in case your Sherlock hasn't proven it yet, Obadiah Stane murdered Tony's parents."
Largely without his conscious intervention, his hand comes up to touch the dark fingerprints on his neck.
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Here eyes track his hand.
Fuck. She hadn't wanted to be right. Fuck it all.
"Oh, Sherry."
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She's going to look away from his throat. She is.
(But she can still remember the way his ring would be a spot of cold against her throat as her vision tunneled.)
"Has Tony seen these?"
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Don't--" She catches her lower lip between her teeth, starts over.
"Why did you do it?"
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That's what it boils down to. Everything else is just added complications.
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"I should have known."
It's why she did it, after all.
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"He's not safe for anybody," she murmurs, voice tight.
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"He must have had himself on quite a leash."
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"I can only conclude that he is both capable of restraining himself and willing in this case to do so."
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