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Rae has to remind herself to be mindful of Autor's impaired state and his sprained ankle as they leave the bar room behind. She doesn't want to hurt him, but she has to call on reserves of patience and fortitude she didn't know she had just to keep herself from hurrying him along.

Her heartbeat is loud in her ears, over the ongoing sounds of Autor's drowsy banter as she helps him up the stairs, her jaw clenched tight. Apart from being happily drunk, he is fine. Not hurt in any way.

They are halfway down the last hall to Autor's room when the words burst forth.

"What the everloving fuck do you think you're doing, Autor?" she says miserably, swaying from his weight as she stops, unable to continue.

Date: 2014-10-30 05:48 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor had been toying with his napkin ring on the chain around his neck, reaching for his key to unlock the door, when Rae speaks. "Doing?" he asks. "Doing what? In what context?"

Date: 2014-10-30 05:59 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"Ohhh. That context. Ahaha," Autor says, blinking. He leans on her, trying to think--but thinking is hard. "It... It was an accident. And I dunno how you're supposed ta... I don't know, Rae."

The boy reaches out and fondly brushes her cheekbone with his thumb. "Please don't cry."
Edited Date: 2014-10-30 06:04 am (UTC)

Date: 2014-10-30 06:13 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"Aw, yeah you are," Autor says gently, squeezing her in a half hug while his other hand rests on her cheek, ready to catch whatever tears may fall.

"I'm not going to learn anything from him," the boy starts, blinking again. "And I've never made anyone doubt their sanity, that's not very nice, and I wouldn't do that. Chess is fun, though; I bet he'll crush me."

Date: 2014-10-30 06:23 am (UTC)
herr_bookman: (glasses)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"I know what he is," Autor says, pursing his lips. "He's the High Priest of the Cult of Help, a dementor in a suit, and really good at chess--oh, he's really good at cooking, too. He's good at a lot of things and kind of intimidating."

The boy peers at her, cocking his head. "Are you all right?"
Edited Date: 2014-10-30 06:26 am (UTC)

Date: 2014-10-30 06:38 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
The boy flinches. He sways on his feet, clutching his elbow. "You're shouting," he says quietly. "And he's not my friend. He's never been my friend. And I'm not his apprentice, either."

Autor pads over to her and kneels, cupping her cheeks if she'll let him. "You are crying," he whispers. "He's not my teacher, Rae. He's not... my anything. He doesn't belong to me and I don't belong to him at all."

Date: 2014-10-30 06:50 am (UTC)
herr_bookman: (sleepy)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"I... I have tried," Autor murmurs. He sighs, and brushes her tears away with his thumbs. "I'm not good at promises when it comes to protectin' myself. I'm bad at resisting danger."

He leans forward and brushes his lips against her cheek, if she lets him. "I'm... 'm sorry, Rae. I wanna--no, I'm gonna make it up to you, but I dunno how I'm gonna do that, yet."

Date: 2014-10-30 07:00 am (UTC)
herr_bookman: (sad)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor gasps, a soft hitch in his breath. He draws his hands back, and wraps his arms around himself. "You're scaring me, y'know?" he says, phrasing it as a question so he won't be as scared. "I'll try. I'll try. Okay? Please don't be mad at me. Please. Please, Rae."

Date: 2014-10-30 07:19 am (UTC)
herr_bookman: (sleepy)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"I see him," Autor murmurs, still curled into himself and watching her. "It's not like he went invisible."

He shifts, still lightheaded and uncomfortable. "Do you wanna hug?"

Date: 2014-10-30 07:58 am (UTC)
herr_bookman: (sad)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor happily reaches out to hug her, but then blinks. She's curled inward, tense. Her words of, "I want," don't match her body language, much less what follows.

He sits back.

"Don't worry about me," Autor says. "I can take care of myself." Then he sighs gently. "Rae. Would it... Would it help if I said that I loved you?"

Date: 2014-11-02 05:01 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor scoots forward on his knees, wrapping her up in his skinny arms and sniffling as he buries his head in her shoulder.

"Rae," he whispers, swallowing. "Are we broken?"

Date: 2014-11-02 05:11 am (UTC)
herr_bookman: (sad)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor rubs her back, shuddering in her arms. "I think I've messed up," the boy murmurs. "I want to be your friend, but... I've hurt you real bad. 'M sorry."

Date: 2014-11-02 05:24 am (UTC)
herr_bookman: (sleepy)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor clings to her, willing her words to sink in, wanting her warmth to steady him. "Okay," he says eventually, drawing back. "I'll make it right. And we can still be friends. I won't... I'll be smarter."

Date: 2014-11-03 08:23 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"Yeah, good idea," Autor says, brightening just a bit. He touches her cheek gently, and stands as well. "That's where we were headed before."

Date: 2014-11-03 08:40 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor leans his head on her shoulder comfortably. "You are always taking care of me," he murmurs. Even when he does things she doesn't like. "Thank you, Rae. I'll pay you back somehow. When I'm smarter."

Date: 2014-11-03 08:47 pm (UTC)
herr_bookman: (sleepy)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
It was, but he has since taken those down.

Autor loops his fingers underneath the chain around his neck. The napkin ring bounces on his chest as he snags the key.

The boy's room would be spartan if not for all of the books making mountains everywhere. There's a desk with quills and a pile of knitting on it, a bed with a blue cover, and a teakettle on the nightstand.

"You've been here before," Autor murmurs, yawning. "When you were little and had some problems at home."

Date: 2014-11-03 08:57 pm (UTC)
herr_bookman: (fall)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"I fed you too much sugar," he admits, easing down onto the bed. Autor hangs his head between his legs, along with his hands. "Whoa. I'm really dizzy. Am I supposed to be this dizzy, Rae?"

Date: 2014-11-03 09:03 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"Hangover? Oh, nooo," Autor says, glancing up at her, horror-struck. "My maths were correct when I last checked them and I checked them a lot. And I only had two glasses of wine! Well, two and a half. But thanks for the water. Even though it is boring."

He frowns. "You know what it is? I'm too skinny. I need to gain some muscle if I'm ever gonna try this again, which I'm not."

Date: 2014-11-03 09:19 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"Oh, I totally will someday," Autor says, nodding confidently, despite being so dizzy at the moment. He drains the glass quickly, and looks surprised that it's gone. "You'll get to stare at my back instead, and you'll be like, 'huh, he has a back! I've never seen it like this before and also I am eating his dust, how unpleasant.'"

Date: 2014-11-03 10:05 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
And Autor downs it, thinking it tastes better than any liquid he's ever had. "Wouldn't it be funny to serve a pile of dust at a table? All dressed up with sour cream?" he says, and blinks. "Wait, no, that doesn't make any sense. Am I making sense? Damn."

He smiles at her. "And I'm not bragging. It's a promise. One day, I will outrun you, Rae 'Sunshine' Seddon," he declares, hand on his heart. "But I'll still love you afterwards, don't worry."

Date: 2014-11-03 10:22 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
Autor wiggles his toes at her, and then winces. "It's still wobbly. I never knew that stretching the tendons would mess it up like that," Autor says. "But I broke William's wrist. I owe him an apology--that had to hurt a lot, but I'm glad they have the bone fuser to fix it."

He blinks up at her. "Hey, Rae? Thank you for looking at this."

Date: 2014-11-04 10:09 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"What number?" Autor asks, peering at it curiously. He relaxes in little ways at the warmth, starting with his shoulders. Then he closes his eyes.

"I remember the first time you did that, on my shoulders, and it's so nice," he murmurs. "You've worked really hard, Rae--I'm proud of you."

Date: 2014-11-05 05:33 am (UTC)
herr_bookman: (sleepy)
From: [personal profile] herr_bookman
"You're my best friend... too," Autor murmurs, and his head lolls to rest on his shoulder. His foot twitches as he gives himself over to sleep, and he snores softly, peaceful in repose.

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