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[darkholme]

CHARACTERS: Wesley Gibson & Raven Darkholme
LOCATION: 005 » 199
WARNINGS: wesley's got a potty mouth.
SUMMARY: oh just tawkin. they've got THINGS they need to resolve.


[ Wes finally ( finally, finally. felt like a trillion years because she can't stand when people are mad at her, people she cares about. ) texts her, but Raven doesn't answer back, not when it's easier to tuck her comm away in her pocket and bolt out of her room, making a pit stop at the bar ( "hey!" -- "just need to borrow this, sorry!" ) before finally heading up to level five, to Wesley's old room. it's unlocked, and surprisingly lived-in ( hello giant mousey... ), but it's fine, she'll wait here. with the mouse. rat. why does he have a rat? whatever, it doesn't matter. she'll sit right here on the ( seemingly ) unused bed and not touch anything and and wait for him to come talk to her because she can't afford to lose him again, she won't. the damn ship already took him once ( took so many people ), so she won't mess up this second chance. she'll wait and wait and wait, blue hands wrapped tight around a bottle of something that smells absolutely awful, but she's not about to show up empty handed when he asked her to bring something to drink.

it's pathetic, probably, being this obsessed over gaining someone's trust back. someone that has just as much to apologize for, as far as she's concerned, but it doesn't really matter. they might yell and fight and bicker more than actually apologize, but it's a start. it's something. she won't mess this up. she won't.

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[target]

[not expecting her to head straight there, wesley doesn't turn up for a long while. it may be an hour. may be two. the message was sent just as he'd started cleaning his weapons, and it's been all too easy to lose track of time doing it since he first turned up on this ship. after the amount of use they'd been put to over the last week, it's something he can't put off. not when those hallucinations had been enough to remind him of the real potential this ship held.

the gunsmith. the butcher. the repairman. sloan. fox. she'd been here before- really here -so what happens if she finds her way back again? what'd happen if that'd really been sloan who'd pulled that gun on him? what if-

he's at his other room without really understanding how he got there. all he knows is that his gun is still in his hand; has barely left it since the fog disappeared. the other, he can feel against his back. it's the only way he feels any shred of safety around this ship anymore, but even he can't fool himself in to believing he can fight everything that comes at him here.

when he finally makes it through the door, the gun is pointed at the bed; at raven. it takes him a moment too long to drop it away again, even once he catches up to just what he's doing. door shut and locked, he makes a mental note to change the locks. no, strike that. to consider changing the locks and then realize that he doesn't want to. but he can make that attempt at least.]

Guess I shouldn't be surprised you're here already.

[darkholme]

[ okay, the gun being pointed at her? unexpected. but she just freezes, kind of like a bunny, unsure of whether or not she should dash or say something or- oh okay good he stopped. she didn't think he would shoot her, it made no sense. but there's still that look of confusion on her face that's a little bit impossible to wipe away before he starts talking. ]

Of course I am. I mean you said tonight.. [ duhduhduh Wesley. this is how friends work. Raven's still pretty new at it ( not that new, it's been almost a year ), but even she knows that. if someone says it's time to talk after not talking for a while, you get your ass where it needs to be for said talk. right! ]

Oh! I've no idea what this is, but I took it from the bar and it smells awful so I'm assuming you'll like it. [ holding out said bottle now. no label, clear liquid, glass bottle. all the sure signs of the space vodka that's constantly served at the bar. ] Here.

[target]

[he's silent as he crosses over to take the bottle. the contents are barely given a glance before he's opening it up to take a sniff. there's less of a cringe on his face than there'd usually be though; it's alcohol, and that's all he cares about.]

If you're expecting an apology, you can fuck off now.

[because it's best to make his stance known, right? while he might not be entirely happy about the fact that they argued, he still stands by his earlier opinion. he knows that raven made a bad choice by offering to help. again. and it's her refusal to see that which kept him from trying to patch things back up between them sooner.]

[darkholme]

[ her eyes narrow as soon as it's out, but she looks down at her lap instead of at him, doing whatever she can to not get mad, not jump the gun. she's too emotional, she knows, she always jumps before she realizes what it means or what she's saying. but right now she's keeping it all in her head, trying to figure out what to do, what to say, to smooth things over. they'll never agree on what they argued about, so it's best to not even try to. but. ]

I'm not apologizing either. Neither of us should be sorry for disagreeing on something, that's not why I'm here.

[ because that's all it is. well, for her. she can't figure out why Wesley's being so overprotective. well, she can, but it's weird for her to wrap her head around it. ]

But it's not going to happen again, so you can let it go.

[target]

Yeah, until the next time some asshole starts looking for a quick snack and you decide to step up to the plate.

[he doesn't believe her and it's as simple as that. this hadn't been the first time, and he doubts it's going to be the last, regardless of what she says. maybe not the wraith, but there's always someone out there who needs help. he knows her type.

heading over to the table, he places the bottle and his gun down- fox's gun down. his own is still tucked away in his waistband. hers is too big for that -before taking a seat on its edge so he can give her a long, hard look.]

What're you expecting to happen here?

[darkholme]

It's not a quick snack, Wesley, he needs to- Ugh.

[ no, no, no, not arguing again, it's not why she's here. but she does sigh and squeeze her eyes shut because she can't understand why he doesn't get it now. why she volunteered, why it was important to her. but right, right. not going to think about that. it takes her a second to notice how he's looking at her, and some strange itch crawls up her back - she has to literally remind herself 'it's not because of what I look like, he's not staring at me like that because I'm different' to make it go away. ]

I want to fix things. [ but that's vague, isn't it? ] This isn't us, this... you being all mad and serious, and me sitting here like I don't know how to talk to you. It's wrong. Doesn't it feel wrong to you? We're friends, we're supposed to be able to talk about this stuff without it making everything weird.

[target]

We told each other shit we shouldn't have. That doesn't make us friends.

[because he doesn't have friends. it's a point he'd ignored after getting to know raven, but it's something he needs to focus on again. he doesn't have friends because he can't. they only ever get in the way, and he can't risk that. he can't risk them getting hurt because of him.

no.

he can't take the risk of them being used against him. that's it. that's what he's meant to be thinking right now, and he can't forget it.]

You've got other people here, so fuck off back to them and just leave me alone.

[darkholme]

Yes it does.

[ no, Raven doesn't get it. she knows a little bit about his past, what he does at least, but her mind doesn't go there. he's pushing her away but she can't figure out why. so she stands up off the bed before she can stop herself, not in an aggressive way, but she feels like she has to move around or pace because she's getting too nervous, fidgety to sit still anymore. she opens her mouth twice to say something, maybe retort or get mad, try and get under his skin like he's getting under hers, but she can't.

first Alex told her not to speak to him, and now this? no. ]

I don't have anybody else here, not like you.

[ huff. hufhuf. but that's not where she wants to do with this. so she stops pacing, turns to look at him ]

Why are you doing this? Why now? This isn't only about me and the wraith, is it?

[target]

[she's right that there's more; far more than he's willing to admit to. instead, it's just easier to focus on their most recent argument. if he can push it enough, then maybe he can annoy her enough to wanted to abandon whatever relationship they've built here. it's better that way. she'd be safer, and he'll have one less weakness to exploit.]

You've got Xavier and Kirk. [and a whole bunch more. but they're two of the people he knows she's closest to.] You want a friend, go find one of them. I'm not playing this game anymore.

[darkholme]

What game? [ she shakes her head, holds up her hands as if to say - wait, no, don't even answer that. ]

You know what? No. Fine. I don't need a friend. We don't have to be friends. But I still care about you, and I still trust you. So what does that make us? You can't just- push me away, it's not that easy with me. And I won't apologize for it either. You might not feel like you need me around right now, but eventually you might. Eventually you'll get over-- whatever this is, and stop this. It's not a game, not to me.

I don't-

I don't know how to make this any clearer. And I don't know what you're trying to say here either.

Friendship isn't a game, not to me. Especially ours. We might argue about some stuff, and we might see things a little differently, but when things go bad here, you're one of the first people I'm thinking about and worrying about. Only after my own brother. Okay? So excuse me if I'm a little confused right now.

[ D: ]

[target]

Yeah, well maybe it's time to change that.

[her worrying about him. if he can stop giving a damn about her, then surely the same should be possible in return. to just sever whatever relationship they have and just go their separate ways. it means he doesn't have to be around when her bad decisions end up getting her killed.]

You go and pull stupid shit like this wraith thing, and expect me to just sit back and let it happen. You've made it clear you don't give a fuck about my opinions, so I'm all for breaking off whatever the fuck this is between us.