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Tweak says, "what have I done"

Edward (shear_innocence) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-06-13 15:38:00

Current music:	Tom Jones- "With These Hands"
Entry tags:	!dropped, day 11, edward scissorhands, kim boggs, location: gym

With These Hands
Who: Edward and Kim! And open to Kaylee later, if she wants to repair his leg for him? ^^
When: 1:00 AM, Day 11
Where: The Gym while Edward waits patiently for his leg to get reattached.
What: Reunion!
Rating: PG for now
Status: Active

Edward was a sweet, patient thing. He lay quietly, as Gambit had instructed him, with his detached leg tucked safely under his cot, for someone to come and reattach his leg, but he was well aware that it might be a while. Since he had seen what kind of shape others were in, like Watanuki (who had had a balcony come down on him), and a man with two broken arms, and another who was deliriously talking about non-parasitic Platyhelminthes due to the generous amounts of morphine distracting him from a shovel in his side. He listened to that man's soft mumbling for awhile, wondering why the inventor had never told him any of those interesting things about flatworms. They would have been scary, if they weren't so small!

Things did get dull, though. Since Edward didn't sleep, he resigned himself to simply staring at what remained of the ceiling in the gym, and the stars that were visible where sky peeked through.

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shear_innocence
2009-06-15 10:01 pm UTC (link)

Though Kim had, essentially, abandoned Edward for a noble cause, he had never thought of it that way. In his heart and mind, she might have decided to come back at any day, and he patiently awaited that day and sculpted her image on the days in between.

As she approached him, he was overwhelmed by happiness. Today, he'd been convinced that Vas Captio was "not a nice place at all," but now he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was heaven.

He had fifty years worth of scars all over his face, and one night's worth of emotional ones that had softened over all that time. His innocence, even after all this time, was still pristine.

"You came back? I knew you'd come back!" he furrowed his brow, his ecstasy slightly dampened when he saw that Kim's arm had been injured. "Are you OK...? He wanted to hold her, but he'd restrain himself if it meant that he would hurt her.

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catchmedancing
2009-06-16 01:08 am UTC (link)

If Kim had known that Edward was waiting for her return, if she had known that "goodbye" wasn't permanent for him--after all, he hadn't quite understood the inventor's death, so it was clear that his perception of loss was altered from many others'--she would have undoubtedly wavered in her resolve not to visit him again. For him it had been fifty years. For her it had been only two, but the impossibility of the reunion would not in any way have diminished its significance to Kim, even had she been aware of it.

Edward had scratched himself again since last she had seen him, although the white lines looked healed over, so perhaps he had learned not to touch his face over time. Bringing her hand to his cheek, a tiny incredulous smile began to blossom over her face--a bad idea, given her stitches, but she couldn't help it. Edward was still here. He was real.

"I always wanted to come back," she said honestly, unable to believe what was happening to her, yet unable to deny it. Suddenly, the earthquake, the kidnapping, her injuries--all seemed worthwhile, if they had brought her closer to him. Not wanting to worry him, she shrugged off her arm difficulties, deflecting in a murmur, "they're just scratches. Are you--are you okay, Edward? You went down pretty hard a minute ago."

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shear_innocence
2009-06-16 02:02 pm UTC (link)

It was true that Edward had gotten better about not scratching his face, but as the whole of Vas Captio had learned to their cost, it was very difficult to maintain accident-free track records during earthquakes. Personally, he was thrilled that he hadn't cut anyone else, and considered that yesterday's miracle.

The powers that be were generous, he thought happily, because he had been given another miracle, today. Kim was here. She looked just the way he remembered her, except her arm and face... worried, he reached toward her stitched cheek, but remembered that he couldn't do that and withdrew in time.

"I'm OK... it's just my leg," Edward reassured, with a bright smile, staring at Kim as if desperate to sear her image into his memory all over again. "It fell off, so I'm waiting for someone to put it back on. I always wanted you to come back. I waited every day," he said, his desire to be close to her at frustrating odds with both their injuries.

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catchmedancing
2009-06-16 03:05 pm UTC (link)

Kim was not afraid. Not of Edward, certainly, or of anything his blades could do to her. She trusted him implicitly and with all her heart. Others had hurt her in the past. Jim--well, she tried not to think about Jim. But when Edward's "fingers" reached toward her stitches, she didn't jerk back or move in startlement or fear of injury. The last time he'd accidentally cut her, it hadn't even hurt. And sure enough, the blades withdrew, and her trust was rewarded, as she had been sure it would be all along.

"Your leg...fell off?" Kim said, uncomprehending, his happy attitude completely contradicting the words he'd just spoken. Looking down at his torso, she saw that a limb was indeed missing from Edward's form, but that--bafflingly--there seemed to be no blood, no bone, nothing broken. Her eyes grew wide. "Edward...normally, when people's legs fall off, they can't go back on again. Are you sure that's what you're waiting for?" Unlike most people, she wasn't trying to talk down to him with the false patience of an adult coddling a child. Edward's mind was sound, even if his thinking was unconventional. She just wanted to make sure that she understood.

"I didn't know...how to visit you...without putting you in danger," she confessed, her hand straying up to his mess of hair. "But every time it snowed...I wondered what you were making."

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shear_innocence
2009-06-16 03:27 pm UTC (link)

The trust was mutual. Edward knew how fragile Kim was, and that she would never let him hurt her. She was bright and sensible where he succumbed to flights of fancy, and he could rely on her very real vulnerability to gently keep him from doing anything irreversible.

He nodded to affirm the fact that it had, indeed, fallen off, glancing down at the black, leather-clad stump. "Yes... all gone, see? But it's OK, I still have it, and it's easy. Father put them on me once, I think that someone else could do it again!" He was unfalteringly optimistic, even though he was missing a limb, because he knew that there was always a way to fix things. Wasn't Kim breathing proof of that? She'd fixed his sadness!

"I made lots of things. I saw beautiful things that inspired me." He didn't have to say it, by any means, but it was clear that in his eyes, Kim had been the most beautiful and inspiring of everything he had seen in Suburbia.

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catchmedancing
2009-06-16 04:44 pm UTC (link)

"I hope you're right," Kim agreed. "Wait--you were awake while your dad put your legs on?" That sentence felt so weird to say. "You're kind of incredible, Edward. You have skin and everything...but your leg fell off and you're not bleeding...does it hurt?" Kim hoped it didn't. Edward in pain was such a heartbreaking sight that it made her want to cry. She wouldn't be able to stand it if Edward was really hurt. She would have to find one of the doctors and demand--albeit very politely--that they put his leg back on at once, if that was the case.

"Do you ever take this suit off?" She wondered aloud. It was probably a silly question, because with all the buckles and straps, it would be pretty impossible for him to do so. Kim wondered, too, if he ever wanted to take it off, or wear something else. Or if the suit was what was holding his body together. Now there was an alarming thought.

"Then...it was worth it?" She hesitated, then forged ahead, gently working through the tangles in his unruly hair with her good hand. He didn't feel like a doll. He felt real. "Coming to visit us, I mean. Was it worth it? Because you were inspired?"

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shear_innocence
2009-06-20 11:20 am UTC (link)

"Of course I was awake," Edawrd said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. "He waited until I had learned all about poetry and literature and art, so I wouldn't get bored and walk away." How well Edward could remember not being able to move anything except his face and his hands during the early stages of his cognitive development. That had been very interesting. "No! No, it doesn't hurt. It's missing, but it's not painful. I'm OK," he assured her, smiling. But it was clearly different with Kim's arm. "You're broken?" he asked quietly, staring at the sling her arm was currently held in.

The buckles and straps did make removing the suit impossible for Edward. He had never tried, and there was the thought that the tight leather served like skin, keeping his insides inside of him. Even Edward wasn't quite sure if that was the case... obviously, he couldn't feel through the leather, but he had worn it for so long that it might as well have been his skin. "No...I can't..." Edward said, shaking his head slowly back and forth. "It protects me, but it's hard to move, sometimes..."

He sat up straighter when Kim asked him if it was worth it to come down to Suburbia. Eyes shining, filled with knowledge that had not been there before his introduction to society, he nodded.

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	catchmedancing 2009-06-27 07:34 am UTC (link)
	ooc: Bumping thread down. See Kaylee's reply. :) (Reply to this) (Parent)

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