[OOM: Up on the roof]

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*Raph had forgotten how much of a pain in the ass the tent was to set up by himself. He'd had Andrew to help with the set up and break down on their trip, and Death was there the last time he needed to put it on the roof.

Death.
He misses her so much.

He wipes at the sweat beading on his forehead, and is greeted in turn by the stinging, burning sensation that comes with having a quickly developing sunburn.*

Great. Just great.

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no. never.

*He's still avoiding her direct gaze. Still trying not to feel her hand on his chest.

Just beneath her hand, and above his chest, is a small silver charm.*

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"Then why aren't you looking at me?" Her voice was quiet, undemanding. Curiosity tinged with concern.

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honestly? i'm a little freaked out right now.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"Because it's me, or just because?"

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think it's a little bit o'everthin'.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

April's head dipped forward with a low sigh.

"I'm..." She paused, trying to collect her thoughts and calm the beat of her heart. "I'm sorry for feeling this way." She swallowed. "I'm afraid to ask anything else. How stupid." Her hand fell away.

"I've ruined everything," she whispered.

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No. You haven't...I just...I can't.

i'm sorry.

*Raph makes no effort to reach out to her. Of course, this also means he's not pulling away either.*

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"Because of me, or because of her?"

She had to know, although she wasn't sure what good it would do.

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i love Her. I always have.
even back before i knew She was Her at all.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

"I know." This was true enough. When she had been told, it had come as little surprise.

Simply, "This hurts." Not said with emotion nor tears, not elaborated upon, and perhaps most importantly, not at all for the most obvious reason.

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'm sorry. i don't mean it to hurt.

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

A surge of anger whipped through her, and she nearly spat Yes you do, but caught herself in time for the impulse to pass. She wanted to hurt him, because he was hurting her. Hurting her far more than he could ever, ever know.

"I thought I was your girl," she sighed, her shoulders slumped, defeated. She didn't need an answer; wasn't looking for one, and so turned away again before the full realization could settle upon her.

We were not what I always thought. I was... expendable. Replaceable. Unworthy.

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you're our girl...but i'm hers.

*There's no way to say it that sounds quite right, and these are the only words he has.*

[the-damsel.livejournal.com]

A thousand thoughts ran through April's mind in a flash. Hate her and selfish and stolen and fuck you, but she didn't voice any of them because she recognized the irrationality of it. Her right hand formed into a fist and then relaxed again, her back still turned.

"I should have known better. Goodbye," she said at length, and this time when she crossed to the ladder, she didn't stop and didn't look back.

Thank you for making a liar out of me.