elentiya (elentiya) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-03-21 02:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, celaena sardothien, damian wayne (robin) |
Who: Celaena and Damian
What: Sparring
Where: Celaena’s house
When: Early March
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Celaena was warming up when the butler brought Damian through the house to her training room. It was spacious, with ceiling height windows on two sides, ceiling height mirrors on the other and a music system and water cooler in the corner. All along the walls was a barre for her ballet exercises and when Damian was escorted in, she was stood stretching out her right leg along the barre. With her head resting near her ankle she looked up at him and smiled brightly. Standing upright, she told Mr Thomas that there wouldn’t be anything else after he asked and dismissed him politely.
“So, what do you think?” she asked, holding her hands out at her training room. She was very proud.
As Damian had been led through the house, he couldn’t help but think about how it reminded him of Wayne Manor in some ways. Of course, he was sure that Celaena’s house didn’t have a Batcave below it like Wayne Manor had in the dreams. When they had finally reached the room where Celaena was waiting, he couldn’t help but stare just a little bit as she was stretching. He tried not to make it too obvious and dragged his gaze away from her to look around the room as she told the butler to leave.
“It’s really something.” Damian said, blue eyes moving back to Celaena, “Kind of reminds me of place in the dreams. Lived in a pretty big mansion in the dreams.” He started wondering if the house had a name too.
Celaena caught Damian staring at her and smiled proudly to herself, pleased at his reaction. She knew she was in good shape and flexible and while she’d used that fact on occasion to get what she wanted from people, she’d never been particularly worried about what they thought before. She knew she liked Damian and he was the first boy she’d ever liked in that way. It was weird worrying about what someone else thought for a change. "Yeah? Bet it doesn't have a training room like this in it though,” she grinned. “That’s not all, come here,” she indicated with a nod of her head that he should follow her to the far corner of the room where she pushed one of mirrors open to reveal a large, fully equipped gym. Stepping into the room, she pointed to the thin training mats. “We can take those through next door to train as long as you promise not to throw me into one of the mirrors,” she winked at him by way of a tease.
“Oh, you’d be surprised.” The Batcave had a state of the art gym and training course, but that didn’t mean that Damian wasn’t impressed by Celaena’s home gym, “This is pretty amazing though,” He said as he followed her to the mirror and glanced around the new room, “Did your parents do all of this for you, or do they use it too?” He asked, glancing at the blond, “And I promise not to throw you into any mirrors.”
Celaena grinned at him and bumped his shoulder with hers before stepping forward and picking up one end of a mat, waiting for him to pick up the other. “Yeah, this is all pretty much for me,” she shrugged. “Mom and dad pretend to use the equipment but that’s usually only after Christmas and lasts for about three weeks, then it’s all mine again,” she laughed. “You’re welcome to come over and use it if you want,” she offered.
Damian moved to pick up the other end of the mat and carried it with Celaena, “Thanks. I might take you up on that. I’ve mostly been using our backyard or the park. I go to the gym sometimes, but a lot of the muscle and toning I’ve gotten is mostly from the dreams.” It was still strange how dreams could physically change him, but he couldn’t deny that he’d been a lot skinnier and sans quite a few scars two years ago. “So, have you had any more dreams?”
“Like I said, anytime,” Celaena smiled at him as they maneouvered the mat through the doorway and into the middle of her practice room. “Give me a heads up and I can join you,” she said as they dropped the mat flat on the floor and heading back to get the second. “Yeah, I’ve had some more. They don’t seem to be getting any better either,” she sighed heavily as she picked up one end of the second mat. “I mean, you’d think it could only get better after spending a year being beaten and humiliated in the salt mines but apparently not,” she told him. She forgot how much she’d told him about her Dreams before, but she felt comfortable telling him about them. Didn’t feel like he’d tease her about them or use them against her or anything.
“Well, I wouldn’t wanna do it when you’re not home. That’d seem a little weird.” Damian said as they finished moving the mats. “Yeah, mine kind of took a pretty crappy turn for the worse.” Damian was still a little shaken from his own more recent dreams. They were so different from the other set he’d had and if he had to choose, he would say he liked those first ones a lot better. At least in those his father hadn’t disowned him over an accident.
“It’d be fine,” Celaena smiled at him and shrugged. “Mr Thomas knows who you are now and my mom and dad know who you are so…” she shrugged again, tucking some hair that had come lose from her ponytail behind her ear. “What’s happened in yours then? You’ve had more?”
Damian was quiet for a moment before answering, “I accidently killed my brother. My adopted brother.” Damian ran a hand through his dark hair, rubbing the back of his neck, “And my father disowned me for it.” Damian couldn’t imagine what else was going to happen in this set of dreams after that turn of events.
Celaena watched him as he spoke. Poor Damian, she thought, moments before she stepped up and wrapped her arms tightly around him. She hoped she was being comforting, she'd never really been in this situation before, but it felt like the right thing to do.
Damian hadn’t expected the hug, but he didn’t shy away from it. After the dream he’d had about accidently killing Dick, he needed some comfort. “Thanks, Celaena.” Talking about his dreams had the potential to make things awkward, but it didn’t seem like the afternoon would go that way.
"Anytime," Celaena told him quietly, still hugging him. "You're talking to the girl who kills people for a living in her Dreams," she stepped back a bit and gave a little shrug. "If there's anyone who might be able to understand it's me," she smiled at him. "Do you want to talk about it?" She asked, watching him carefully. She wanted to make sure he was okay and she liked talking with him.
Damian thought about it for a moment before nodding, “We were in the middle of a riot, in the insane asylum in Gotham and I threw one of my escrima sticks at Dick, not really thinking and it hit him and he fell and….” Damian could still see Dick falling and it wasn’t like it was the first time Dick had ever taken a hit, but somehow that time had been different, “...he broke his neck.”
Celaena put a hand to her mouth as she listened to Damian. “I’m so sorry,” she shook her head and stepped forward to hug him again. She couldn’t think of any other way to comfort him right now. Words weren’t really her forte, actions were.
The hug meant alot and Damian found himself hugging her back, enjoying the way she felt in his arms. “Thanks. It’ an alternate timeline or something, because I’ve already had one set of dreams and he was fine in them, but it’s the fact that my father cast me aside cause of it and I don’t really know which part hurts more. Accidently killing Dick or my father blaming me for it.”
Celaena rubbed his back as he talked, feeling comfortable in his embrace. "It's ok, they're not real," she told him quietly. "They're damned scary and you wake up with a pounding heart, but in the end they're just shadows of another world," they were rocking ever so slightly and she ran a gentle hand over his hair to comfort him. That was the line she had to tell herself, or else the trail of bodies that followed her from her Dreams so far would swallow her up whole.
Damian nodded, “I know. I mean, it’s not the first dream I’ve had where someone died, but I think it was the circumstances of this one that really have me a little freaked out.” It was Dick after all. As a result of his other set of dreams, he’d come to respect and love Dick as a brother so it was much different from when his father had died in the first set since he hadn’t been quite as close to his father then and there was the added fact that he never knew his father in real life.
“Of course. He was your brother, I can’t imagine what that must have felt like,” Celaena said, shaking her head. From her Dreams so far, she hadn’t killed anyone close to her. Mostly because she hadn’t let anyone close to her. “Is your brother here? In the OC?”
Damian nodded, “Yeah, but I don’t think he’s really started dreaming yet and even when he does, it’ll still be awhile until he dreams about me.” That was the problem. He could tell Dick that he was in his dreams, but considering Damian was ten in the dreams and Dick was in his mid twenties, Dick had a ways to go before he met Damian in the dreams.
Celaena stepped back from the hug and tucked the hair that had fallen from her bun behind her ear. "Well...It's not the same, but you can always talk to me," she offered with a small smile, feeling shy for perhaps the first time in her life.
Damian smiled and nodded, “Thanks, Celaena. That really does mean alot. Just don’t get mad if I end up texting you in the middle of the night.” Sometimes when Damian had less than pleasant dreams he would need to talk to someone right away. Before it had been Alyssa when he’d been living at her house and now he either woke up Bran or texted Raven, which would usually wake her up.
Celaena gave a little laugh at that. “That’s all right, so long as you don’t mind the same?” she replied and gave him a light punch to the arm. Why couldn’t she do what Izzy had told her to do and let him know how she felt?