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kore_logs2013-05-21 12:03 am
enchangement) wrote in kore_logs2013-05-21 12:03 am
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I'm setting us in stone, piece by piece before I'm alone
Who: The WonderSibs Ned & River
Where: House 20
When: Morning, Day 73
What: River and Ned conversatin'
River had already been given the 'talk'. Not the birds and the bees sort of talk, mind, but the 'we don't tell just anyone who one's significant other is or might be' sort of talk. That had been ages ago with Erik and Charles, and while she definitely took it to heart, Ned was different.
Kind of.
River didn't have any intention of playing town crier, marching across the island announcing 'hear ye, hear ye, a human is falling in love with a robot, hear ye, hear ye' but that didn't mean she was any less interested in these developments. Obviously. Ned is her best friend, her self-proclaimed sibling. There's no way in the 'verse she isn't going to be interested.
Interest, however, is an odd thing for River. She can stare at it or she can ignore it; she can announce it or she can pretend it doesn't exist. So she's noticed, in her way, what Daneel would call a 'positronic shift' between the two, threads between Ned and Daneel drawn tight and then looping over themselves again. She recognizes it, recognizes the dark plunge of terror-filled nightmares and then the gasping breathes of air that are the moments Ned spends in Daneel's room in the aftermath of that subconscious torture under the guise of sleep.
She notices. Eventually, she has to comment. To someone. Someone who happens to be Ned attempting to quietly return to his own room on the first floor after spending the earlier night in Daneel's, sleeping and talking in turns.
It's probably not the nicest thing, to startle him so badly at the beginning of his day but he'll get used to it. Or something. "Heeeeeeeeeey Ned."
No one has ever accused River of being subtle, have they?
Where: House 20
When: Morning, Day 73
What: River and Ned conversatin'
River had already been given the 'talk'. Not the birds and the bees sort of talk, mind, but the 'we don't tell just anyone who one's significant other is or might be' sort of talk. That had been ages ago with Erik and Charles, and while she definitely took it to heart, Ned was different.
Kind of.
River didn't have any intention of playing town crier, marching across the island announcing 'hear ye, hear ye, a human is falling in love with a robot, hear ye, hear ye' but that didn't mean she was any less interested in these developments. Obviously. Ned is her best friend, her self-proclaimed sibling. There's no way in the 'verse she isn't going to be interested.
Interest, however, is an odd thing for River. She can stare at it or she can ignore it; she can announce it or she can pretend it doesn't exist. So she's noticed, in her way, what Daneel would call a 'positronic shift' between the two, threads between Ned and Daneel drawn tight and then looping over themselves again. She recognizes it, recognizes the dark plunge of terror-filled nightmares and then the gasping breathes of air that are the moments Ned spends in Daneel's room in the aftermath of that subconscious torture under the guise of sleep.
She notices. Eventually, she has to comment. To someone. Someone who happens to be Ned attempting to quietly return to his own room on the first floor after spending the earlier night in Daneel's, sleeping and talking in turns.
It's probably not the nicest thing, to startle him so badly at the beginning of his day but he'll get used to it. Or something. "Heeeeeeeeeey Ned."
No one has ever accused River of being subtle, have they?