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“You have better control of the display,” Summer corrected. “Doesn’t stop you from feeling it, let me assure you. You could have the best poker face in the world, and be bubbling like a fucking volcano inside where nobody but me would know. And it’s not like I have to go fishing around for it; I’d have to work to keep it /out/, in fact.” Brushing at Deva’s hair, she added, “Thank you for apologising. I’m sorry I pushed you so hard.”

She shrugged, closing her eyes and leaning into Summer’s hand. Being petted being a large weakness, ”I told you it’s fine, just don’t tell anyone you have seen me this relaxed, I have a reputation to keep intact.”

Summer laughed. “I’ll keep your secrets, never fear, little sister. You’ve given me so few, it won’t be hard.” She kept stroking, running random locks through her fingers.  ”Are you truly Loki’s daughter?”

She shivered slightly. ”Ha technically no, I was adopted,” She said opening her eyes for a moment before closing them again.

“I can’t even think how that works. He is so far from being a good heart … ” Summer mused. “You must have earned a favour from him, or some such.”

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She lifted an eyebrow as she looked at the other girl, she was worried. But she wasn’t going to show it. ”What was all that about anyway?”

“You dumped a lot of anger, and I wasn’t doing a thing to shield it out. It’s gotta go somewhere, hon.” She flopped over, trying to get the muscle that had been spasming to stretch out. “The convulsions are the default result.” Into the cushions, she went on, “I hurt you, I pushed too hard, so I paid for it.”

She sighed as she laid down on top of her, her head on Summer’s lap, ”I have better control of my anger than that, still it was wrong for me to have lashed at you like I did.” She said folding her hands on top of her stomach.

“You have better control of the display,” Summer corrected. “Doesn’t stop you from feeling it, let me assure you. You could have the best poker face in the world, and be bubbling like a fucking volcano inside where nobody but me would know. And it’s not like I have to go fishing around for it; I’d have to work to keep it /out/, in fact.” Brushing at Deva’s hair, she added, “Thank you for apologising. I’m sorry I pushed you so hard.”

She shrugged, closing her eyes and leaning into Summer’s hand. Being petted being a large weakness, ”I told you it’s fine, just don’t tell anyone you have seen me this relaxed, I have a reputation to keep intact.”

Summer laughed. “I’ll keep your secrets, never fear, little sister. You’ve given me so few, it won’t be hard.” She kept stroking, running random locks through her fingers.  ”Are you truly Loki’s daughter?”

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She hissed as she pulled her closer, slowly rocking her, humming slightly, ”It’s ok breathe, relax, focus on me,” She whispered, her eyes turning a dark shade of green as she ran her fingers though Summer’s hair.

That was the last bad one, and it only took a few minutes for Summer’s breathing to ease back to normal. She buried her face in Deva’s knee, brushing away the tears. “I’m okay now,” she said raggedly, sitting up and shoving hair out of her face.

She lifted an eyebrow as she looked at the other girl, she was worried. But she wasn’t going to show it. ”What was all that about anyway?”

“You dumped a lot of anger, and I wasn’t doing a thing to shield it out. It’s gotta go somewhere, hon.” She flopped over, trying to get the muscle that had been spasming to stretch out. “The convulsions are the default result.” Into the cushions, she went on, “I hurt you, I pushed too hard, so I paid for it.”

She sighed as she laid down on top of her, her head on Summer’s lap, ”I have better control of my anger than that, still it was wrong for me to have lashed at you like I did.” She said folding her hands on top of her stomach.

“You have better control of the display,” Summer corrected. “Doesn’t stop you from feeling it, let me assure you. You could have the best poker face in the world, and be bubbling like a fucking volcano inside where nobody but me would know. And it’s not like I have to go fishing around for it; I’d have to work to keep it /out/, in fact.” Brushing at Deva’s hair, she added, “Thank you for apologising. I’m sorry I pushed you so hard.”

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She sighed and moved to sit on the couch, bringing Summer’s body into her lap, ”I should be the one apologizing, I shouldn’t have snapped on you for helping me, I just have so troubles I haven’t gotten past.”

Summer patted whatever part of Deva’s body was closest to hand. “‘s okay. ‘m here f’r you.” Another muscle spasm warped her body, spine arching into a bow. “F-fuck,” she swore, tears sliding down her face.

She hissed as she pulled her closer, slowly rocking her, humming slightly, ”It’s ok breathe, relax, focus on me,” She whispered, her eyes turning a dark shade of green as she ran her fingers though Summer’s hair.

That was the last bad one, and it only took a few minutes for Summer’s breathing to ease back to normal. She buried her face in Deva’s knee, brushing away the tears. “I’m okay now,” she said raggedly, sitting up and shoving hair out of her face.

She lifted an eyebrow as she looked at the other girl, she was worried. But she wasn’t going to show it. ”What was all that about anyway?”

“You dumped a lot of anger, and I wasn’t doing a thing to shield it out. It’s gotta go somewhere, hon.” She flopped over, trying to get the muscle that had been spasming to stretch out. “The convulsions are the default result.” Into the cushions, she went on, “I hurt you, I pushed too hard, so I paid for it.”

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Marie walked back into the apartment, her moment of anger faded. Pushing her boots against the wall she walked over to where Summer was and sat on the floor. Her gun on the table.

Through the bone-twisting spasms, Summer heard the door open and close again. She fought her eyes open to see Deva sitting down on the floor beside her, and a hissed breath escaped. “S-sorry … “

She sighed and moved to sit on the couch, bringing Summer’s body into her lap, ”I should be the one apologizing, I shouldn’t have snapped on you for helping me, I just have so troubles I haven’t gotten past.”

Summer patted whatever part of Deva’s body was closest to hand. “‘s okay. ‘m here f’r you.” Another muscle spasm warped her body, spine arching into a bow. “F-fuck,” she swore, tears sliding down her face.

She hissed as she pulled her closer, slowly rocking her, humming slightly, ”It’s ok breathe, relax, focus on me,” She whispered, her eyes turning a dark shade of green as she ran her fingers though Summer’s hair.

That was the last bad one, and it only took a few minutes for Summer’s breathing to ease back to normal. She buried her face in Deva’s knee, brushing away the tears. “I’m okay now,” she said raggedly, sitting up and shoving hair out of her face.

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Marie walked back into the apartment, her moment of anger faded. Pushing her boots against the wall she walked over to where Summer was and sat on the floor. Her gun on the table.

Through the bone-twisting spasms, Summer heard the door open and close again. She fought her eyes open to see Deva sitting down on the floor beside her, and a hissed breath escaped. “S-sorry … “

She sighed and moved to sit on the couch, bringing Summer’s body into her lap, ”I should be the one apologizing, I shouldn’t have snapped on you for helping me, I just have so troubles I haven’t gotten past.”

Summer patted whatever part of Deva’s body was closest to hand. “‘s okay. ‘m here f’r you.” Another muscle spasm warped her body, spine arching into a bow. “F-fuck,” she swore, tears sliding down her face.

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Marie walked back into the apartment, her moment of anger faded. Pushing her boots against the wall she walked over to where Summer was and sat on the floor. Her gun on the table.

Through the bone-twisting spasms, Summer heard the door open and close again. She fought her eyes open to see Deva sitting down on the floor beside her, and a hissed breath escaped. “S-sorry … “

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Pressing a bandage firmly over the few stitches, Summer rinsed her hands and folded her arms while Deva ranted. “Is it that frightening, that someone cares about you, wants to know you’re well? Loki’s daughter?” She watched, head tipped to one side. “That bad that someone can see into you?”

Very softly, she added, “Why does it frighten you that I care?”

“It doesn’t frighten me,” She said inhaling, ”It annoys me, so many say they care and yet none are present. You try and make it seem like you are sincere with being able to see into me, I only see it as teasing, as rubbing in my face that I’m readable. It pisses me off to the extremely and really makes me want to either kill you or break you.” She said fixing her suit and getting off the counter, ”I don’t need you to care for me, I never asked you to.”

Summer spread her arms wide. “Break me, then. Take back what you need. Just remember this: /you/ chose to name me as a sister, without considering what that might mean. /This/ is what it means. That I care, and will care, and won’t ever stop caring. I’ll pick you up when you ask, and let you fall when you need, and carry every burden I can for you.”

Always the broken ones, she thought.

She had a blank expression on her face as she put out her cigarette, ”How can you break something that is already broke? When you learn to live your own life and stop taking care of everyone let me know.” She said picking up her rifle and putting her boots back on, ”Don’t wait up.” She said walking out the door.

Summer held her breath until the other was gone, the door jerked shut, before, she looked down at her hands and burst into tears. “This /is/ my life, don’t you see? There isn’t anything else. If I don’t care about others, what good am I?” she whispered.

She couldn’t help what she heard from other peoples’ open hearts. She couldn’t help knowing what she knew about them, how knowledge and observation gave her more insight than she’d ever wanted into the roots of those emotions. But it was too late now. She’d have to carry Deva’s pain right alongside her own, and try to keep pretending it didn’t matter.

Stumbling out to the living room, she curled up on the pillows and wrapped her arms around herself, holding tight while the spasms shook her body and snapped her spine like a whip. She’d not burn this pain away. No, this one she’d earned.

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“You’ll never know the difference, luv. Or maybe you’d prefer to be feeling this as I sew you up? We can sit here and compare the length of our pain all day, but unless you stop being cryptic and give me some truth, little sister, you’ll never know if physical or emotional pain hurts more.” Summer didn’t look up into the other girl’s face, watching her hands move across the bloody skin.

She hissed, her ego starting to show up more and more, ”You think I care, I dug a bullet out my fucking ribs, I don’t care, I have been shot stabbed thrown from windows, I don’t care, I have been lied to, abused, raped, and cheated, I don’t fucking care, if I feel like being cryptic guess what I will, I call you ‘sister’ out of respect, but don’t think I won’t take that back and start calling you whiny bitch instead.” She said, her teeth bared.

Pressing a bandage firmly over the few stitches, Summer rinsed her hands and folded her arms while Deva ranted. “Is it that frightening, that someone cares about you, wants to know you’re well? Loki’s daughter?” She watched, head tipped to one side. “That bad that someone can see into you?”

Very softly, she added, “Why does it frighten you that I care?”

“It doesn’t frighten me,” She said inhaling, ”It annoys me, so many say they care and yet none are present. You try and make it seem like you are sincere with being able to see into me, I only see it as teasing, as rubbing in my face that I’m readable. It pisses me off to the extremely and really makes me want to either kill you or break you.” She said fixing her suit and getting off the counter, ”I don’t need you to care for me, I never asked you to.”

Summer spread her arms wide. “Break me, then. Take back what you need. Just remember this: /you/ chose to name me as a sister, without considering what that might mean. /This/ is what it means. That I care, and will care, and won’t ever stop caring. I’ll pick you up when you ask, and let you fall when you need, and carry every burden I can for you.”

Always the broken ones, she thought.

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“I ought to just crack you over the head. Mentally older, my blue and purple ass. You go rummaging about in people’s emotions and see how old you get.” Summer muttered, shoving the gauze pad against the hole as fast as she could. “I had tweezers, you know,” she added, a little more loudly.

“Hold that.” turning back to the kit, she dug a little more, until she came up with the needle and sutures. “And be grateful I know how to sew.” Without waiting for any kind of response, she deepened the painblock and started pulling the skin back together.

She rolled her eyes as she exhaled the smoke, ”Ya make me want to punch you in the face, you don’t know what I have been through and yet you already act as though it was rougher for you. Don’t sit there and complain about going through people’s emotions, and I will tell you only once, stay out of mine or I will kill you.” She said, her face devoid of emotion.

“You’ll never know the difference, luv. Or maybe you’d prefer to be feeling this as I sew you up? We can sit here and compare the length of our pain all day, but unless you stop being cryptic and give me some truth, little sister, you’ll never know if physical or emotional pain hurts more.” Summer didn’t look up into the other girl’s face, watching her hands move across the bloody skin.

She hissed, her ego starting to show up more and more, ”You think I care, I dug a bullet out my fucking ribs, I don’t care, I have been shot stabbed thrown from windows, I don’t care, I have been lied to, abused, raped, and cheated, I don’t fucking care, if I feel like being cryptic guess what I will, I call you ‘sister’ out of respect, but don’t think I won’t take that back and start calling you whiny bitch instead.” She said, her teeth bared.

Pressing a bandage firmly over the few stitches, Summer rinsed her hands and folded her arms while Deva ranted. “Is it that frightening, that someone cares about you, wants to know you’re well? Loki’s daughter?” She watched, head tipped to one side. “That bad that someone can see into you?”

Very softly, she added, “Why does it frighten you that I care?”