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[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's an Ace... no. Wait. There isn't. At least, it doesn't look like there's one in the bar.

Not by the lake, either.

Her favorite booth is empty. So's the one she uses when hiding.

There's no Ace by the fire, or in her comfy chair.

No Ace at the Bar.

However, if you were to climb up into the rafters, and seek out the darkest corner... you'd find an Ace.

She's watching everything going on below. And being very quiet.

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[creator_raven]

He sighs, a little, and just breathes for a moment.

"Perhaps it is better if we just sit, like this, hmm?"

He rests his cheek on the top of her head, for a moment.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She doesn't whimper. Just. But at that moment he is so very like her Doctor she almost cannot breathe from the surge of... not homesickness, no, the bar is home now, but... nostalgia? Longing? Whatever it is, it threatens to overwhelm her.

So she stares at the fire down below instead. Pretty fire, watch it burn.

[creator_raven]

Raven just sits with his arm around her. He is humming, softly.

Perhaps it is a song his mother used to sing.

Perhaps it is his own.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

She turns slightly to bury her face in his shoulder.

Eventually, the tension goes out of her thin frame.

[creator_raven]

And Raven might whisper something to her, in the old tongue, in his first tongue.

It might be, "Go well, little sister. Stay safe."