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[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

The bed, as usual, is scattered with drawings. The strange symbol is still abundant, but other, less-mystical subjects- various childlike portraits, a rabbit, a starry landscape with a boat- are joining them. There are less-pleasant pictures here and there, monstrous beasts and half-human things.

The artiste is sitting up, conscious for now, carefully and with great concentration guiding a crayon across a new sheet of paper.

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[inquisitivehero]

and a Doctor McCoy peeks around a curtain at the little lady.

"Hello Alessa."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

"hank." She smiles wanly.

"The magician's friend... is she okay?"

[inquisitivehero]

He nods.

"She will be. In time. She got hurt real bad, but sometimes, magic can be good, and something miraculous can happen."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

She nods. "he wasn't very happy, before."

[inquisitivehero]

hank nods.

"When she left, wqhen she went away... he was in many ways broken. But she is back and she is the missing piece to him. With ehr back... he is better."

He smiles.

"Love works like that sometimes."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

"broken... she was a missing part?"

[inquisitivehero]

"Soimetimes when you love someone, and they go away, it feels like you are broken. As if they were a piece of you and now you arent whole. If they come back, it ofttimes changes that and you feel whole and right again."

He smiles softly at her.

"How are you?"

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

"i got broken," she informs him quietly, abandoning her drawing for a blank sheet of paper. "and half went away, so God wouldn't come. but she came back."

A light blue triangle. A circle atop it. Scribbled brown on the circle.

"and then i broke again, and Daddy took that part again."

[inquisitivehero]

Hank nods and listens.

"Sounds like a lot of breaking. I hope you can be whole again, someday."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

She shakes her head, starting on a larger figure to one side.

"i don't want her to remember. and if it's just me, God isn't as strong."

[inquisitivehero]

"Ah, but maybe we can stop God and then you wont have to worry."

He smiles a little.

"We can try anyway."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

She nods. "i don't want them to hurt."

And, a moment later, "Daddy isn't here."

[inquisitivehero]

"I'm sorry, Alessa. I wish he was. I bet he would be very proud of you."

He smiles slightly.

"Until he is, me and the rest of your friends will be here for you, if you let us."

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

There was a visitor at the door.

"Ding dong. Candy gram," Harper joked.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

She looks up.

Candy is interesting to any young person.

"Seamus." She smiles.

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

He held up a little electronic pad, just like the one he'd given her last time, with the story about the two orphans.

"I brought somethin' for ya'."

This one, however, was Different.

"How ya' feelin', munchkin?"

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

Her eyes light up, not in the creepy glowy way, but in the excited kid way.

And she holds up a piece of paper.

There's a person on it. And a grey circle where his right eye should be.

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

"That's a very handsome man you drew right there," he told her, grinning and pointing at the picture, and walking over to sit down next to the bed.

"Can I see it?" he asked, holding out his hand.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

She nods, shyly, handing it over.

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

He looked at it and suddenly was very thankful for the existence of crayons.

"...You do realize that I have no refrigerator, but I'm gonna have to go get one just to put this on it, right?" he told her, grinning warmly, and wondering why he had to work so hard to keep his voice from sounding choked.

"C'est Magnifique! You? Are an artiste!" he informed her.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

She looks down shyly, an honest-to-god grin on her face.

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

"So you don't mind if I take this and hang it up on my ship?" he asked her, not wanting to liberate the picture from her if she wanted to keep it.

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

"it's for you." She nods.

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

"Thank you."

He really meant it. This whole people-giving-him-stuff thing was completely foreign to him, and her having made it, with her hands all bandaged, no less...

Folding it up very carefully, he tucked it into the pocket of his Hawaaian shirt, right near his heart.

Then he held out the little pad. "I got somethin' for you, too, and I think you're gonna like it."

[mark-of-samael.livejournal.com]

She takes it carefully.

"you remembered..."

There's leakage. Less, this time, than before. She is one very happy kid.