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ace (pyro),
raven

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There isn't an Ace in a bar.

There, is, however, an Ace by the lake. She's found a nice sun-warmed rock to sit on, and is staring out over the lake.

...

Maybe someone should convince her to come in for dinner.

(Summary: Claire comes with a picnic dinner, in the hopes that Ace won't take off again. Eventually introductions are made, Seth is his usually uber-adorable self, and they trade 'my life up 'til now' stories. Evidently Ace has been pretty sparing with the details. Then they discuss Tim - Claire tries to paint him in a better light than Ace sees him, but Ace is ~~terrified~~ skeptical.
Raven comes out to talk to Ace. Ace apologizes for her snappishness the day before, and they introduce themselves. Somehow the conversation wanders through dealing with Fenric, how Raven reminds her of the Doctor somewhat, how she's really Ace, even if everyone wants the old one back, and pyroism. It's a wide-ranging conversation. And Raven is really neat.)

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She shudders, lightly.
"Didn't really think to ask." More like thinking to get away, really. Far, far away. As fast as possible.

"Hm," she says carefully. "He's really nice. He encourages your pyrotechny."

She's gone back to studying the lake.
"He scares the living daylights out of me, and I don't know why."

"Maybe because he knows you, better than any of us, and you don't know him at all?" she asks softly.

She laughs, but there's no humor.
"He didn't even have to say anything. He was just there, and I was sure he was going to kill me. Still don't trust him, and I haven't seen him since. He scares me. Badly." Claire just isn't getting it.

No, she's not, but she's starting to catch on.

"Oh," she says and shifts Seth again. She should've brought his carrier.

"For what it's worth, and I understand that's probably very little, I don't think he'd try to kill you. And even if he did, in the bar death isn't allowed. The action, not the woman. She's a regular."

Evidently Claire has forgotten how Tim died. In the bar. But luckily, so has Ace.

"S'not that, it's just... I can't breathe. It hurts, so very much, and he's... he's terrifying." And she has no idea why. He didn't do anything, after all, besides beg her to stay.

Actually, Claire never knew how he died, and wouldn't that just change her entire view of everything if she did?

"I'm sorry," she says quietly. "I hate to see you hurting."

Seth reaches a hand out sleepily to bop Ace's shoulder. Me too, Ace-love. Me too.

Probably best she doesn't know. For the whole not-freaking-out factor.
"It's... it's alright. I'll just... keep away. Far away." She offers a hand to Seth, for him to hold on to.

"Not from me, I hope," she murmurs. "I don't want you to stay away from me."

Seth watches her as he takes hold of her hand. He seems-- and really it must be Ace's over-wrought imagination-- to squeeze her hand a little harder as he smiles.

There's a faint, strained ghost of what was once a smile. It's a start.
"No. And... m'sorry 'bout bolting, the other night. It was just... a lot." She spares a curious glance at Seth, but decides that she really must be imagining things. Stress and exhaustion, that's it.

"It's okay," she shrugs it off. "You got a room right? If not, we have plenty of space. Well, if you don't mind all the crazy people who live in my suite."

Seth, his eyes still on Ace's, tilts his head to the side. He doesn't babble, and that could just be because he's tired. Instead he just watches her, his little brow furrowed as if he's concentrating on something.

"Yeah. Got a room. A gal named Faith showed me where it was. It's nice. Cozy." Really. Though the soccer-ball blanket is nice. If only she could remember why it is she likes it so much.

"Good," she grins and starts cleaning up the left over food.

"Well, I stay in room 419. If you need anything before I see you again, please come get me. I'm usually up late and early both, so you wouldn't be bothering me."

"I... alright." The ghost-smile returns. It's the best she can do at the moment, but it is awfully nice having a friend here.
"419, got it. I'm... um. You know, I didn't check. I just know it's three doors down the fourth hallway on the left." She watches Claire put away all the leftover bits, wondering idly if she should help, but not wanting to get in the way of the efficient movement.

Claire thinks about that a moment. "You know we might even be on the same floor. Never even knew."

She's done straightening up before Ace could've helped anyway.

"I'm going to get this little Peanut here to bed. It's getting close to his bed time and he's quieted down which means he wants to go to sleep but won't unless I make him."

She kisses Seth's forehead. "Tell her good-bye, Peanut."

Seth smiles at her and squeezes her hand again before letting god and curling his fist up against his mouth.

"G'night love. G'night Claire. Sleep well." She waves at them, which, all in all, is a much better way to end a meeting than the first round.

(ooc: *snugs* I love Claire, I did tell you this, right?)

"Good night, Ace." she smiles and leads Seth away, not noticing how he keeps his eyes on his Ace-love until he can't see her anymore.

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