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slayers_desire) wrote2015-02-16 08:02 pm
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The quiet can be disconcerting ((tag Clark))
It has been a few hours since Clark took April home. In that time, she fed. She bathed. And she tried to lie down for a little bit.
But she can not close her eyes for long. She can not go into a deep slumber. The quiet in her mind is like a blank canvas. Plus, it just gives her more time to go over and over again everything that she experienced.
Slowly, she is remembering the others using her fears against her. The claustrophobia. The flames and the heat of the fire. The fear of losing her children.
"Clark?" He was checking on the children for her, when she got cleaned up.
But April knows that she doesn't have to call out loudly to get his attention.
But she can not close her eyes for long. She can not go into a deep slumber. The quiet in her mind is like a blank canvas. Plus, it just gives her more time to go over and over again everything that she experienced.
Slowly, she is remembering the others using her fears against her. The claustrophobia. The flames and the heat of the fire. The fear of losing her children.
"Clark?" He was checking on the children for her, when she got cleaned up.
But April knows that she doesn't have to call out loudly to get his attention.
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"It's all right," Clark assures her. "We don't expect you to be as quick as Bart."
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Once Chloe has left with the children, April is able to turn her attention to the situation at the hand. She concentrates on the tree in her mental mindscape. "I'm ready, when you are."
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She is a little concerned about the welfare of the tree, since it had gone through a traumatic experience. She walks around the tree, just running her hand over the bark, until she comes to a point and stops. Her hand traces an engraved heart in the bark, with their initials.
"This is new."
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She looks like a teenage form of April. Instead of blue eyes, the young girl has deep, swirling purple eyes.
When she speaks, it is with wisdom beyond her apparent age. There is a whisper of leaves rustling in her voice.
"Thank you. For not destroying me."
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"Daphne. I'm Daphne." The dryad smiles again, happy that she is able to answer Clark's previous question.
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"They said it was no longer fair for the gift to be split into three different personas. That it was time to be one person. One voice."
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