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 Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 2:37 pm
Niven's eyes flickered away, not looking so much to the wall as considering something invisible just before it or just beyond. It was something he had picked up only in recent memory, and Aodh's worry for the gesture had turned to interest. They'd be sitting at a meal, watching TV, sitting outside somewhere and Niven would drift off into some world nobody else was a part of. It took a hard jolt to get him out; a shake or his name sated loudly, and then he would just smile and return to what he had been doing.
In truth, Niven's mind was wandering in his own imagination. He saw a candle placed on a side-table, black wax oozing down and to the surface as a flame just slightly too blue flickered at its crown. A ouija board sat next to it, spattered with blood. A cascade of dark hair in the background, rocking back and forth, a part of some girl, writing something on the wall. What was it she was writing, he wondered, and with what? He tried to bring his mind's eye to finish the image, but he was startled out of his world by the slamming of the reception window and his smile returned with his gaze at Guin. She and his father were both bad at keeping in touch. Now that he was older, he would have to keep tabs on that.
"Alright. That's quite kind of you, Guin. Thank you." It seemed that Aodh was only now beginning to realize that Guin may enjoy his company as much as he enjoyed hers. He was half-grinning awkwardly, at least, as if unsure of how to react.
Niven looked down to his arm and waggled it a bit. He wondered in Guin would like to come in for his exam, to see his blood and his anatomy working before her eyes. She had seemed overly-interested, and he wasn't dumb. Inviting her seemed a little strange, though, so he only stayed silent.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 3:33 pm
Guinevere shook her head. "It's not a problem," she assured him, "I always have time for you and Niven, of course."
She glanced at Niven's arm as he moved it around and flexed her own half-consciously. He was still as quiet as he had ever been, which was something she actually found she was glad for. It helped the strangeness when she saw his nub pass. Niven was still Niven, it was just there was a bit less of him than there used to be. She reached over to give him an affectionate nudge, but it looked like the nurse was almost ready for her. Pointing to herself questioningly, she saw the nurse nod and beckon her over. "Well," she said, pushing herself up from her chair. "It looks like I'm going to find out whether getting stitches out is easier than putting them in. Good luck with your visit, Niven, it was nice to see you again!"
With that, she left, thoughts of her father long-forgotten and mind swirling with the vastly different thoughts of self-moving blood and cake recipes.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 3:47 pm
"It is," Niven said suddenly, smiling up at Guin as she seemed ready to leave, "Most of the time."
He had no intentions of trying to frighten the young woman, but it was the truth. Sometimes it sucked, and sometimes it was nothing at all. With Guin gone, he politely got up to retrieve a magazine. Sometimes they had the most interesting things in them...
Aodh offered a smile as well and nodded.
"I'll see you later, then." He planned to call Guin later in the week, just to catch up. It wouldn't do to lose his only friend.
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