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[whizbangs]

HOUSE #1470
mayo ✧ little shit ✧ loving daughter







 "You've reached Carol Danvers, aka Captain Marvel. I'm not here, leave a message!

If it's urgent... uh. Leave it urgently."


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Re: action

[whizbangs]

[the scar is awful, feels awful under her fingers, and she knows that the scar tissue doesn't stop there. the breaks don't stop at his fractured arm, the loss doesn't stop at his eye--

what do you do for someone when you know where the problem is, but you'll never be able to reach it?

the urge to cry is still threatening, but she won't let herself break, not until he's gone for his bath or he's safe in his bed (safe, what a cruel way to word it). maybe she just won't at all. like it's that easy.]

Okay.

[voice gone too-quiet, too-sad, carol squeezes his hand and lets it drop. ignores his earlier protests, all his past flinches away from her, ignores everything because she has so much affection for this thoroughly wrecked, thoroughly fucked-up kid, and maybe there's nothing she can do to fix any of this, but at least she can show him that.

hand on his shoulder, and she presses a stupidly maternal and useless kiss into the scraggly orange mess on top of his head. draws back, away, into her own space again.]

Go bath.

Re: action

[badbreak]

[it's not something that's happened to him, not since -- since he was small and bright and young, and he didn't know enough to be so fucking afraid, all the time (allthefuckingtime). he knows the reason for the permanent rings under Dave's eyes; the man had always been burning at both ends, and it's not Badou's fault, but it wasn't just luck that he was never taken like those pale-haired kids]

[even if the (Bad Boy) blood isn't there, he's fallen into Carol's life the same way he fell into his brother's -- unasked for, accidentally, haphazardly (ahaha, she went out for smokes, an' three days later, it was just you an' me! is all he knows about his mother, yeah, he was already long gone is what he knows about his father)]

[that press of warm lips, of affection he has done nothing to deserve, has actively fought against at times, doesn't feel like home (Dave's unshaven face, sloppy aim, and toothy grin), but it shakes him, rattles something dusty and out of use deep within his gut (chest? it's so removed from teeth and claw, he can't even locate it). it makes him feel small and uncertain, weak and awful, lost and unhappy -- it makes him feel]

[(he used to ride on Dave's shoulders, when he was little, and even if there was only ever darkness above their heads and below their feet, he knew it was like being in the sky)]

Re: action

[badbreak]

[more narrow, more crooked shoulders shiver -- just once, like a winter wind through bare branches]

[and he nods blearily as he pulls away, not meeting her eyes]

[he's learned a lot, in the past few days]

[(but he doesn't understand a fucking thing)]