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[creator_raven]

Raven is settled in an armchair by the fire, legs sprawling over one arm, head tilted back across the other.

It's better than stretching, in some ways.

He's holding a plate of cookies on his belly, and occasionally eats one.

The rest of the time he hums, fingers picking absently at the unravelling sleeve of his coat.

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[theravenboy]

Bran sits on a bare corner of ground, leaning backwards to watch the raven in his flight.

[creator_raven]

The raven doesn't quite fly like a real raven would--too many corkscrew turns, too many sudden dives.

But it is lovely to watch, regardless, because for this short span of time Raven is happy, and laughing, and entirely unafraid.

Would that it were so, elsewhere.

[theravenboy]

Alas, the time is limited. When the sun disappears completely, and the air begins to chill, Bran stands up and waits for Raven to alight on the ground.

[creator_raven]

He drops swiftly, pulling up at the last moment so that booted feet hit the ground without stumbling.

His grin is remarkably bright as he looks at Bran.

"It was a good idea, this."

The thank you is implicit.

[theravenboy]

Bran smiles back in the darkness. "I am glad. Lovely, it was, watching you." He takes Raven back into the little cottage. Back in his bedroom, he plays the high strange melody that opens the Milliways door for them.

[creator_raven]

Raven throws one more grin at Bran, then steps through the door into Milliways.

Even as he crosses the threshold, that tension is back.

He is not free here.

Not anymore.

"I am glad of it, I think."

[theravenboy]

Bran watches Raven's posture change as he crosses the boundary. Bran passes through after Raven, shutting the door behind him at once. "You are welcome to come back, you know, whenever you like. The hills are full of birds. One more will not be noticed."

[creator_raven]

There is a faint loosening of Raven's muscles, and his grin is real, for a moment.

"I will remember, Bran. I will remember it very well."