Enigma ~The Riddler's Daughter (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _enigma) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} wariscoming,@ 2012-10-04 08:08:00 |
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Who: Enigma and Ghost!Mommy
What: Saying sorry
Where: Enigma's apartment
When: Backdated to a day before the ghost leave (because I'm slow).
Rating: PGish
Status: Closed, complete, Narrative
Enigma stared at the bowl of chocolate in front of her, slowly stirring it as it rested over the pan of boiling water, trying and failing not to hear the ghost next to her as her mother recited for the five hundredth time how to properly melt and temper the chocolate.
“I'm a big girl now, mom, I can do this on my own,” Enigma said, setting the spoon aside as he grabbed a stack of Halloween molds,spraying the insides of the plastic with one hand, while returning to stirring the chocolate with the other as her mother started to yell about the chocolate burning.
She had not missed her mother's dramatic flair.
“I know that, E,” she said softly, reaching out to touch her daughter’s red curls. “I’ve missed you.”
Tears started slipping down Enigma’s cheeks as she stirred the chocolate, the salty droplets falling into the chocolate. Cursing, Enigma shoved it away from herself, the liquid causing the melted chocolate to seize, ruining it for the task of making chocolates.
She slowly slid to the ground, burying her face in her knees as she cried, her mother’s arms wrapping around her. “I’m sorry,” Enigma whispered brokenly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”
“Enigma, it wasn’t your fault!” her mother cried, distressed over her daughter’s pain.
“It was! I lead him home to you because I was too stupid to realize I was being followed,” Enigma said mostly to her knees, refusing to raise her head. “And I was too stupid to pick the door you weren’t trapped behind...”
“They were all rigged, Enigma!” her mother said, pulling her daughter closer. “Any door you had chosen, would have gotten us shot,”
“Well that’s not fair,” Enigma muttered, wiping her eyes, clinging to her mother. At least her traps always had a way out...even if the rules were often twisted around and inside out. “Still got your funeral blown up,”
“We didn’t care about that, E...we just wanted you safe.” her mother whispered, petting her daughter’s hair, smiling as she noticed the girl starting to still, her heart rate calming. “We do however, care about the rest of it.” The woman said.
Enigma stiffed, but knew what her mother meant, recognizing the utter disaster of her life. “I’m sorry,” she whispered again.
“Don’t be sorry, my child...fix it,” her mother said, an oft repeated bit of advice in Enigma’s young life. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself, keep going so fast and you’re going to burn up.” She smiled softly, brushing fingers through her daughter’s hair. “Slow down, take things easy. Stop trying so hard to be your father, Enigma. Be who you are.” Her fingers drifted down, gently stroking Enigma’s cheek, tilting her daughter's head up. “You’ve spent so long, being someone else, E...it’s time to find out who you are under all of it. Not the hero, not the villain, just Enigma.”
Enigma sniffed, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. “There isn’t anyone else,” she muttered. “If I’m not the hero, not the villain I’m nothing.”
“Liar,” her mother chided, her voice strong, stern. “You were someone long before you became a Titan and long before you found your father. You may not be that girl anymore, but I know you’re someone more then those two things...and so do you, little E.”
“What if she’s not someone I want to know?” Enigma asked softly, a bit scared to dig under her masks and public faces to find who was waiting for her.
“Then you fix it...but you can’t do that until you find her, Enigma. And embrace who she is, faults and all.”
“I miss you, mommy. So much.” Enigma whispered, clinging to her mother.
“I know E, and your father and I miss you just as much. But we don’t want you to join us so quickly, so stop racing for your death...it will be more than happy to meet you.” Her mother said, simply holding her daughter after so many years away from her, clinging to what she was offered now.
What: Saying sorry
Where: Enigma's apartment
When: Backdated to a day before the ghost leave (because I'm slow).
Rating: PGish
Status: Closed, complete, Narrative
Enigma stared at the bowl of chocolate in front of her, slowly stirring it as it rested over the pan of boiling water, trying and failing not to hear the ghost next to her as her mother recited for the five hundredth time how to properly melt and temper the chocolate.
“I'm a big girl now, mom, I can do this on my own,” Enigma said, setting the spoon aside as he grabbed a stack of Halloween molds,spraying the insides of the plastic with one hand, while returning to stirring the chocolate with the other as her mother started to yell about the chocolate burning.
She had not missed her mother's dramatic flair.
“I know that, E,” she said softly, reaching out to touch her daughter’s red curls. “I’ve missed you.”
Tears started slipping down Enigma’s cheeks as she stirred the chocolate, the salty droplets falling into the chocolate. Cursing, Enigma shoved it away from herself, the liquid causing the melted chocolate to seize, ruining it for the task of making chocolates.
She slowly slid to the ground, burying her face in her knees as she cried, her mother’s arms wrapping around her. “I’m sorry,” Enigma whispered brokenly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry...”
“Enigma, it wasn’t your fault!” her mother cried, distressed over her daughter’s pain.
“It was! I lead him home to you because I was too stupid to realize I was being followed,” Enigma said mostly to her knees, refusing to raise her head. “And I was too stupid to pick the door you weren’t trapped behind...”
“They were all rigged, Enigma!” her mother said, pulling her daughter closer. “Any door you had chosen, would have gotten us shot,”
“Well that’s not fair,” Enigma muttered, wiping her eyes, clinging to her mother. At least her traps always had a way out...even if the rules were often twisted around and inside out. “Still got your funeral blown up,”
“We didn’t care about that, E...we just wanted you safe.” her mother whispered, petting her daughter’s hair, smiling as she noticed the girl starting to still, her heart rate calming. “We do however, care about the rest of it.” The woman said.
Enigma stiffed, but knew what her mother meant, recognizing the utter disaster of her life. “I’m sorry,” she whispered again.
“Don’t be sorry, my child...fix it,” her mother said, an oft repeated bit of advice in Enigma’s young life. “You can’t keep doing this to yourself, keep going so fast and you’re going to burn up.” She smiled softly, brushing fingers through her daughter’s hair. “Slow down, take things easy. Stop trying so hard to be your father, Enigma. Be who you are.” Her fingers drifted down, gently stroking Enigma’s cheek, tilting her daughter's head up. “You’ve spent so long, being someone else, E...it’s time to find out who you are under all of it. Not the hero, not the villain, just Enigma.”
Enigma sniffed, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. “There isn’t anyone else,” she muttered. “If I’m not the hero, not the villain I’m nothing.”
“Liar,” her mother chided, her voice strong, stern. “You were someone long before you became a Titan and long before you found your father. You may not be that girl anymore, but I know you’re someone more then those two things...and so do you, little E.”
“What if she’s not someone I want to know?” Enigma asked softly, a bit scared to dig under her masks and public faces to find who was waiting for her.
“Then you fix it...but you can’t do that until you find her, Enigma. And embrace who she is, faults and all.”
“I miss you, mommy. So much.” Enigma whispered, clinging to her mother.
“I know E, and your father and I miss you just as much. But we don’t want you to join us so quickly, so stop racing for your death...it will be more than happy to meet you.” Her mother said, simply holding her daughter after so many years away from her, clinging to what she was offered now.