Katherine "Kathy" McAvera (irish_rose) wrote in parabolical, @ 2008-06-01 00:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel, katherine mcavera |
Who: Katherine McAvera and Angel
What: Quality family-time
When: Hyperion, bedtime.
Where: Kathy and Cordy’s room.
Rating: G
Dead adjective, -er, -est, noun, adverb
–adjective
1. no longer living; deprived of life.
Webster’s Dictionary open in front of her, Kathy stared at the page with blank befuddlement as she pondered the meaning of such a simple word. While it was supposed to be one of life’s many mysteries, death seemed to have become a routine happening in the little girl’s life. However, it was no longer a constant, unwavering thing, as it had once been. Her brother had died, hadn’t he?—Only to return three nights later, a vampire, to take her life and then the lives of their parents. She had died…but she had returned, hadn’t she? Granted, it had been centuries into the future, but the point was, she had been given a second chance.
And then, when Liam--Angel-- and Cordelia had died, there hadn’t been a true sense of mourning in the hotel. When Liam had died, the family began making arrangements, and visitors had begun to call almost instantly. This time, the group of people who called the Hyperion home had been dead-set on ‘getting them back’…whatever that meant. But it had worked…hadn’t it? Furthermore, Liam had been made whole again in the process.
He was human.
It had been Katara that had so gently told Kathy about his death, and Katara had been involved in recovering both the Seer to whom she had grown so close and her brother. It seemed only natural to Kathy, when she heard the news of Katara’s own death, that a similar mission would be executed to recover her as well.
Then, she had read Cordy’s words, and they hit the little girl like a ton of bricks. The Seer seemed so certain that the waterbender’s death was final, was something that could never be reversed. It was what had led Kathy to search high and low for a dictionary, as some part of her mind had thought that it would give her an answer, one way or the other.
Growing frustrated, she shoved the book aside, picking up the doll Annie had given her on her first night at the hotel, and holding it close. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t fair that Katara, who had been so good, so kind was really lost forever. It couldn’t be true.