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[imaginate]

Characters: Kyle & various.
Date: Nowish.
Location: Earth, Metal, and Wood Sector.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: Mind control related trauma, discussion of mass murder.

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[imaginate]

[He's close enough to hear it, and notes it as something he needs to discuss with Dick at the earliest opportunity, or at least, offer the assistance he can.

He hasn't let go, yet.] We'll find a way. Trust me.

[This was why he didn't want children. He couldn't imagine them going through this, if something like it happened t him.]

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[She nods against him, also not letting go.]

[After everything...a hug was just what she needed right then. Warm and secure and Kyle was large enough that her small frame could easily get lost in his brotherly embrace.]

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[He pats her shoulder gently with an arm that's still wrapped around her.] Should I carry you home, Princess?

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[That earns a somewhat ironic laugh out of her, and she shakes her head against him. Even though she's still holding on, her head tilts to one side so he can hear her.]

I have legs, last time I checked.

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It can't hurt to have a dashing hero rescuing you, can it? [He pulls away slightly to grin at her; he's still kneeling down.] Okay fine. When I have enough charge for proper armour and a horse.

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[The smile widens a little more. She can't even bring herself to roll her eyes.]

I'll remember that.

You owe me a horse, Hero.

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And a daring rescue. Maybe a dragon. [Beat.] Too cliche?

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No, I think we can work with a dragon.

Besides, sometimes cliches exist for a reason.

[She pulls away just enough so they can start walking again, but maintains a closer proximity to him than before. Not quite leaning against him.]

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Make sure you stay in one castle. [he makes a dramatic show of "thinking".] And then we need a poet, to sing songs about my bravery and your beauty. And then we have to make sure he never tells anyone you're the one who had to rescue me from the dragon because it turned out to be misunderstood.

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No promises.

In fact, if you even think about sending a poet after me, I will dive head-first off the Turtle.

[She's proud of you for knowing how this really works, though.]

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We can't skip the poet!

[For all he knows the entire story could be adapted into an arcade game.

wait.]

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[I see what you did there]

[She laughs again. It seemed impossible not to spend long enough time with Kyle--and they had been spending a long time walking back today--without laughing. And borderline crying. And experiencing just about every other emotion on the spectrum, all within the span of a few hours.]

[The conversation briefly lapses into a comfortable silence. She continues to lean against him as they stroll along. Head lowered just enough for her hair to obstruct her smiling face from his vision.]

[They'd been right earlier: they definitely needed today.]