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Ned ([info]bakersman) wrote in [info]labyrinth_rpg,
@ 2009-06-11 00:58:00

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Entry tags:complete, day eleven, ned the piemaker, olive snook

Who: Olive and Ned
What: A revealed secret that's a looong time coming
When: Day 11, afternoonish
Where: Olive's room
Rating: Put a PG-13 on it for safety's sake
Status: All done!



It was only across the hall, but the walk from Ned's room to Olive's felt like the longest of his life. Chuck had known his secret right away. Well, minus the telling her that he was responsible for killing her father part. Which was pretty major and the cause of his current dilemma with her. But she'd known about the finger from the very beginning. She sort of had to, it was the whole reason she was alive.

No one was ever supposed to know. Ned had worked his whole life to keep it a guarded secret. Then Emerson had caught him and blackmailed him, and while they were roughly friends in the end, it had started rocky. But no one else. No one. And that had included Olive. How crazy did it sound that he could touch something and bring it back to life? It was like something out of a storybook.

Or, apparenty, a television show. Who knew?

Despite his resolve not to speak a word until he could do so without singing, Ned made the trip across the hall, Digby trotting at his heels. He gave his faithful friend a smile in thanks for the moral support, but ultimately, he was still the human and still had to be the one to knock on the door.



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[info]bakersman
2009-06-11 12:30 pm UTC (link)
Ned wasn't known for being overwhelmingly flirtatious, or even chivalrous, but he couldn't stand to watch a woman cry. He cared about Olive, even if it wasn't in the way that she apparently cared about him. The only thing that had made him feel worse than hurting her was when he'd hurt Chuck by admitting what he'd done to her father.

He gave his eyes a tired rub before reaching into his pocket, pulling out a crumpled but clean tissue. Sliding it over the table to her, he still avoided her gaze. Leaning back in the chair, he crossed his arms in front of him. "It was never that I didn't trust you," he continued, looking down at the table. "I didn't want anyone to find out. Ever. It was bad enough Emerson did."

The silence had gotten to him, more than usual. Probably because the woman he was sitting with was rarely a silent person. So Ned continued babbling. "I've been able to do it since I was a kid. Didn't plan it, don't know how it happened. Digby..." Another glance at the dog made Ned swear the retriever was smiling up at him. "He was hit by a car. When I went to him..." It sounded insane. Like he was some crazy man who needed to be put away. And maybe he was and he did and then this would all just go away.

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