#blue’s master plan: bribe child w soda when you do not want to talk about deep seated trauma

[blueorchid-95]

“Huh?” Blue hums, clearly caught off guard. Her fingers tighten around the old scar. “Y-yeah. Just… a headache. It’ll fade with time.” She’s never been good at lying to Shadow, of all people. It was easy to deceive everyone else—it had even been easy to lie to him.

(“It’ll be all right,” she’d said in that elevator, moments before the fall. “You and I will always be together.”)

She shakes her head a bit to clear the thoughts. She needs to be focused on the here and now. Her agent needs her. “Next time I head out to the vending machine, I’ll buy us both Coca-Colas. How’s that?”

Paper Relations

Shadow sat in her bed next to her handler, who was asleep at the moment, had been for a while. She'd inclined her bed to sit up, used all her spare paper to make paper airplanes, which were now on the floor and out of her reach, and she was bored. Kai was still recovering, her handler was asleep, and all she had left was a stack of paper to consent to group physical therapy.

Kai had requested to be in the same session at her, which she was happy about. She was overjoyed that he seemed like his normal self again and that she could finally spend time with her brother again. After all these years, it was exactly what she wanted. But if they were the case, then why did she have a sinking feeling in her stomach? The feeling that she was missing or overlooking something that would seem obvious later.

She wanted to trust him, wanted so desperately to believe that he was back just the way she remembered him. But... Things changed. She knew that well, and sometimes it was for the better, but oftentimes, especially in situations like his, there were secrets hiding within every crevice, waiting until you let your guard turn to rear their ugly head. She knew she couldn't wait until everything was figured out to trust people again, but... What if it ended until hurting more than just her?

She shook herself out of her thoughts, not wanting to go down that path, and picked up the stack of papers and a pen, and sighed heavily. "paperwork" she muttered under her breath, resigned, distracting herself from her current dilemma with her disdain for such mundanities.

Though she couldn't avoid it for long, and eventually, after dawdling on things for longer than she could bear, decided to judge her handler awake, she'd gotten enough sleep, right?

"Blue," she whispered, trying to be gentle, "hey Blue, I need to talk to you about something..."

@blueorchid-95