enchangement: (mathematical conjectures of faith)
sнε υη∂εяsтαη∂s. sнε ∂σεs ησт cσмρяεнεη∂. ([personal profile] enchangement) wrote in [community profile] cape_kore2013-03-29 08:05 am

02 || River Tam || Day 55

The air tastes strange. [ River knows the video is on but she's not looking at it, allowing instead for the broadcast to show the hallway of house seventeen in the waning afternoon light.

An arm reaches out and a door swings open to a bedroom. Bed rumpled and several books scattered around but otherwise empty.


They took him and she doesn't know when. They took a note, the whole song is wrong now.

[ River sounds exhausted. ]

The air tastes strange. All the notes should be careful and keep themselves in tune.
nedofpies: (:) :/ okay)

[personal profile] nedofpies 2013-04-01 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Sure. [ Ned half-smiles at her, but it isn't a happy smile. He thinks that, though he might not be telepathic, he understands a little bit where River is coming from. After his mother died, he hadn't been up for much conversation, for quite some time. It's a comprehensible reaction. ]

Why don't you help me set everything out? [ He gestures towards the heap of items and starts shifting them out of the bowl and onto the kitchen counter. Ned wants to let River participate as much as possible, knows that the mindless, tactile aspect of baking is one of the most soothing things about it.]

[ Once everything is laid out, Ned rubs his hands together. ]


Ready to start making some pie? [ It's partially a rhetorical question; River can answer or not as she pleases ]
nedofpies: (:) side smile)

[personal profile] nedofpies 2013-04-03 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ As they bake, Ned isn't at all bothered by River's silence. He can fill the air with sound all on his own, talks to her steadily as they work, tells her all his little tricks, spins off into anecdotes about how he worked them out, and about disastrously failed pies, incidents at pastry school, the best pecan pie he'd ever made; until the pie is in the oven and River finally speaks up. ]

I used to want a little sister. When I was very young. [ He'd been desperate for siblings, before his mother had died. Of course, he remembers, he does have siblings. Technically. They just don't know he exists, and he likes it that way. But he remembers all that River told him about Simon and recognizes the compliment for what it is. ] Thank you.