http://uncommon-sensei.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] uncommon-sensei.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] jla_watchtower2006-11-02 10:04 pm

Celebration

Most don't know the significance of the day - and of the few that do, fewer still see it as cause for celebration.

Shiva Wusan's birthday.

Richard Dragon's a little different than most people in that regard. There's an ornately carved wooden case tucked under his arm as he knocks on the door of the apartment that she sometimes occupies.

[identity profile] shiva-wusan.livejournal.com 2006-11-07 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Cain."

There is a pause, "She is magnificent." There is a degree of pride there even if she has had little to do with the girl's training or upbringing.

"Emotional and confused now." Meaning she baffles Shiva beyond belief.

[identity profile] shiva-wusan.livejournal.com 2006-11-07 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"To learn."

And she did. She learned everything he had to teach. She was not yet the dispassionate woman in front of Dragon now. The shell was still forming - some out of need, out of heartache, out of emotions long left behind.

[identity profile] shiva-wusan.livejournal.com 2006-11-07 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"She does now."

A pause, "She has ended up with The Bat."

[identity profile] shiva-wusan.livejournal.com 2006-11-07 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
There is a soft sound of acknowledgement from Shiva as she moves away from him and toward the tea.

[identity profile] shiva-wusan.livejournal.com 2006-11-07 07:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"She hates me."

There is nothing attached to the words. A complete blankness.

[identity profile] shiva-wusan.livejournal.com 2006-11-07 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thank you."

And those two words with no emotion attached to them should convey how very much there really is beneath it all.

She prepares the tea, distinct motions avoiding ceremony simply in the fact that she is not enacting a specific one, avoiding the meanings in them.

[identity profile] shiva-wusan.livejournal.com 2006-11-08 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
She turns and offers him a cup.

"Thank you Richard."

He, more than any one else, causes emotions to stir in her and it is hard to keep them quiet. The physical memory, the instinctual reactions and the emotions that follow are always in the waiting. Instead she sips at her tea.