Room 509, Wednesday

[trigons_child]

After Raven had returned everyone to Fandom (and Sam to New York and Anakin to Rory and Juliet), she just wanted to retreat to her room to grieve. She was moving like a zombie, barely speaking, still almost entirely numb to what had happened. Her father had been forced back into his own dimension, but her mother was gone forever now in order to hold him there. She'd never been allowed to mourn for Azar when her teacher had died, and for a fleeting moment she wished it were the same for Arella so she wouldn't feel this awful pain.

Of course she hadn't been allowed to remain alone, though she refused all offers of food or drink with a silent shake of her head. She just sat on the floor, leaning against her bed, her heart aching.


[OOC: for anyone who stayed with her or anyone who comes by later. I'm around for an hour then off to the airport, but I will check in from there (because that's how I roll) and once I get home. Warning: emo girl is emo, but you know that. ;) ]

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[trigons_child]

Raven managed a tiny smile despite herself. "Somehow I think Karla may be willing to defer to you in that case," she said, then grimaced again. "I am sorry you drew his attention in that way. I am his only surviving child, but that has not stopped him from trying to create more."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"We'll fight it out the next time we have to." Dinah sounded entirely philosophical about that. "And seriously. I think anything female draws his attention that way. You've got nothing to apologize for, you're nothing like him."

Well. Aside from thinking Karla was cute, apparently.

[trigons_child]

But Karla had kissed her, not her father. Win!

"He is able to alter his form to make himself more pleasing," Raven said. "As he did with my mother. Karla has seen him in that way, but he should not be able to manifest outside the netherverse in any form for some time."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah would so throw rose petals at their wedding. If they had one!

"Good," Dinah said firmly. "And pleasing is fine, but he's got the personality of a warthog. Cuteness won't help." She bit her lip, trying not to think of Arella. "Is there anything I can do now? I mean. I know there isn't. But is there anything, anything at all that will help even a little?"

[trigons_child]

"Being here has helped, I think," Raven said. She could leech love and comfort from those around her to try to keep the pain at bay. "I do not know how to grieve. When Azar died I was not allowed to feel. And now I am not certain how to deal with these feelings."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Good." Or at least, better than it was. "...and wow, I'm probably not the person to ask. I go beat up bad guys when I'm upset. That's my plan for Thursday or Friday night." She grimaced. "That's what I did after my mom died. And after Jak broke up with me. At least it keeps crime down." She bit her lip. "Just-- feel what you feel. Don't try to grieve according to a book. Everyone does it differently."

[trigons_child]

"Please do not hurt yourself," Raven said, instantly zeroing in on Dinah's admission that she was going to fight. "But if you do I will heal you. But I would rather not see you in pain."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I won't get hurt," Dinah promised her. "I'll be careful, and have back-up." She hugged Raven one-armed, and said, "But I promise to come find you if I do get hurt, okay?" She brushed Raven's hair out of her face. "That's one way of dealing, you know. Doing what you can. Healing what needs it."

[trigons_child]

"That is something I am always willing to do," Raven said. It wasn't avoidance at all to focus on other's pain instead of her own, despite what the stupid baggage had said.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah hugged her again. "It does get better. But it doesn't.. ever go away. Not really." She was quiet, then said, "My mom died two years ago. And sometimes, it still hurts in a way that's hard to deal with."