http://bigdamnprisoner.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] bigdamnprisoner.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2012-07-27 09:06 am
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Detention, Depths of the Castle, Friday

So, one of the important things to realize about detention was that the monotony of everyone's daily lives was part of the punishment. That meant that even though someone had died yesterday, the day's schedule didn't change a bit.

After all, most of your little lives just weren't that important in the grand scheme of things.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[identity profile] losthiscool.livejournal.com 2012-07-27 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Hopefully Kennedy wasn't expecting anything resembling scintillating conversation. Or even witty banter. Because all she was going to get was an icy (literally) glare.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[identity profile] nokitestringnow.livejournal.com 2012-07-27 08:04 pm (UTC)(link)
It had been a long time since they'd had any of that, hadn't it? Witty banter was in short supply. That look on Bobby's face actually hurt.

Your friends never used to look at you like that, snarled the little corner of her mind that she'd managed to keep her own. Dumbass. If they're not scared of you, they hate you. And you thought Buffy was harsh on you guys?

"Not here to take her away," Kennedy promised, holding her hands up. "Just came to check up on you."

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[identity profile] losthiscool.livejournal.com 2012-07-27 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
He was fine, Kennedy. Couldn't you see how absolutely fine he was? He and Sookie were finally together now, after all.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[identity profile] nokitestringnow.livejournal.com 2012-07-27 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dammit, Bobby, I know you're in there somewhere," Kennedy insisted. So frustrating -- she could punch a hole through the wall if she wanted to, but she couldn't break through to talk to him. And she really, really wanted to get through to him. Willow had that telepathy thing she did, but all Kennedy had was--

Oh god, Red, I miss you, she thought, a realization that got caught up with all the other emotions the curse kept trying to suppress. That corner of her mind, the little part that was still completely her, grabbed onto the emotion and wouldn't let go. Come on, Kenn, remember what you came back here to do?

"I'm sorry," she said gruffly, dropping into a crouch in front of Bobby and trying to meet his eyes. "Really am."

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[identity profile] losthiscool.livejournal.com 2012-07-27 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
His blank expression flickered, briefly, but the message was clear: he didn't believe you, Kennedy.

Re: Visiting Hours [07/27]

[identity profile] nokitestringnow.livejournal.com 2012-07-27 09:12 pm (UTC)(link)
The message was very clear. She might be arrogant, bossy, and irritating, but it had always been a point of pride for Kennedy to be someone her friends could count on.

Hadn't that just been blown all to hell?

"Fine," she said in a tight voice that might have been anger or might have been the verge of tears, and stood. "Stay like that. See if I care."