come morning light

[fayzedandconfused]

WHO: Breeze & sciencemoms
WHERE: De Chima
WHEN: Feb 12
WHAT: post-kidnapping reunion
WARNINGS: n/a



[ She doesn't have her stuff, her communicator or her house key or even her freakin' skateboard, but she's not stressing (much). She's more annoyed than anything, since she has to make her way down to De Chima from Maurtia Falls, all on the same ratty sneakers she got picked up wearing in the first place. After two weeks, they're hardly shoes at all anymore, just pieces of fabric and rubber kinda sorta held together with glue.

By the time she uses the Porter to get to De Chima, then crosses the city and makes her way to the house, she's yawning and hungry and scowling. She finds the hide-a-key under a rock in the backyard and lets herself into the kitchen, kicking her gross shoes off and leaving them in the middle of the kitchen floor as she zips over to the fridge. There's like an entire half gallon of milk in there, and she uncaps it and drinks right from the bottle. Once most of the milk is gone, she sticks it back in the fridge and finally raises her head. ]

Hellooo?

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[oddbod]

[Oh god, oh god oh god oh god.]

We looked everywhere. We called the police, and they wouldn't even listen because you're an imPort. [She gasps in a deep breath, and pulls Brianna close to her again.] Don't you ever get kidnapped again, do you hear me?

[fayzedandconfused]

[ At that she gives Clara a wounded look. Getting kidnapped wasn't her fault. Okay, sure, she could have fought harder, but who the hell expects to get grabbed off their skateboard in broad daylight? ]

I'm not planning on it.

[oddbod]

[Clara hears that guilt in her tone, and she shakes her head, pressing a kiss to Breeze's temple.]

I know, it's alright, I'm not upset with you. I'm not angry.

[She remembers being a child, and mistaking her mother's concern for fury. It makes her heart clench; she tries to soften her voice, and swallow back the residual fear.]

Neither of us are. I just wish we could have stopped it.

[fayzedandconfused]

It's okay if you are. I mean, you had to call the cops and all.

[ She doesn't really comprehend just how shitty the past couple weeks were for the sciencemoms. But she's 100% confident that if her mom and stepfather had to call the cops because of something she did, or was involved in, they'd be pissed. Probably reform school pissed, since they'd already done boarding school. ]

[oddbod]

[Clara looks dumbfounded by the suggestion.]

I love you, Brianna. I'm just relieved that you're okay.

[fayzedandconfused]

[ She goes quiet, looking confused and embarrassed and suspicious all at once. She can't say it back, even if she kind of wants to. Her mouth is locked up and suddenly all she can do is shrug and mumble, ]

Okay.

[oddbod]

[She doesn't need to say it back. She never needs to say any of it back - Clara loves her either way. With a final squeeze, she pulls back to look her in the eye.]

Alright, what do you want first - food or shower?

[fayzedandconfused]

Food.

[ Were you really expecting her to say shower, Clara? Were you? ]

[oddbod]

[Look, a mother can dream.]

Well, we've got chicken nuggets and yoghurt, so you're in for a feast.