Log: Incomplete

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When; Dec 3rd

Rating; PG ( PG-13 at best)

Characters; velated_v V, ever_evey Evey

Summary; V is asked again to choose between vengeance and Evey

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She was beautiful when she slept.
Even ill, Evey was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen...

Valerie was with her partner, Ruth in thier bedroom, and he had been utterly silent when entering the small flat.
A memory of long ago ( it seemed), of another lifetime..

" You scared me!...I didn't hear you"

"No one ever does".

She had once asked him how he managed to walk to quietly in boots, and he had teasingly replied ' With great practice'.
The happy memories..so many of them made after she had sought him out across realities, and time..so many of them here.

As much as he thanked fate for every day they were allowed together, he did not want her to be trapped here.
Trapped...and all because of that thing.

He had sworn to destory it...sworn to see Rosiel likewise destroyed, should it be proven Evey was now trapped.

When the disgusting thing had been sighted in Misery Square, when so many had gone to fight against it, she had begged him not to.
Begged him.

The deja vu' of the moment had struck him as very poigniant, despite her sitting up weakly on Valerie's sofa instead of running after him across a tube station platform.
Despite that, the kiss she had pressed to the mask was the same, the sincere plea in her eyes was the same.

...His decision, was different.

He had stayed with her, and promised to be there when she woke again.
It had been rather easy, strangely enough.

Now, with the beast slain, the same painful question of her imprisonment was still there; still unresolved.

He sighed softly, and pulled the cover up where it had fallen from her arm, his glove very lightly running the backs of his knuckles across her arm.

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His touch brought her out of her slumber, gentle as it was; though she'd slept a great deal in the past few days, it had lately been for only a few hours at a time before she woke up again.

Evey opened her eyes a bit groggily to the dim outline of her husband, watching her in the darkened room. A smile appeared on her face as she captured his errant hand in one of hers, bringing it to her mouth to brush a kiss against his knuckles.

As she made a rather half-hearted attempt to sit up, her eyes darted toward the illuminated numbers of a digital clock Valerie had set on an end table for her. Four hours since she'd declared it to be bedtime and drifted off on the couch, as she had so very often lately.

In a few hours, she'd be asleep again; until then...right after the hospital collapsed, she had still been sleeping for long stretches of time and hadn't woken up in the night as much. As that changed, she'd started to turn on a light and read until she felt sleepy once more.

But now that V's presence next to her was much more permanent than it had been before the final battle with the aliens, she'd stopped reading at midnight in favour of quiet conversations with him. Usually on topics of no great importance, as they simply just enjoyed each others' presence.

"Getting used to sleeping at normal hours is going to be murder," she murmured, stifling a giggle. A pause, as she ran a hand through her hair. "What're you thinking, love?"

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The mask cocked to the side in a visual cue that spoke of the smile beneath it.

" We have never kept what most might call 'normal hours', love." he reminded her.
They had established a schedule that took in most of the afternoon and a large part of the night on many days, but that had been a compromise on both of thier parts.

He was nocturnal by nature, she was not.

" I was thinking about you." he answered her softly, after having moved with alacrity to help her sit with the assistance of a pillow.

"....Well, in truth I was attempting to not think on your possible...situation."
It was not like him to avoid truth, nor topics that were delicate in nature.
But this one...well..it was a bit different.

Since the very first day she had arrived ( had it been eight months already?) he had worked toward seeing her returned to thier world, and to ensuring she would have a world to return to.
So much was staked on her situational survival; the revolution, the rebuilding of a world...
How ever much he loved her, he had always been a realist with priorities.

She did not belong here.

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"Mmm, I know," she replied, still smiling. "But quite a few of our friends do, and I'll have to stop sleeping through the afternoon if I want to see them again."

Once she'd made herself comfortable, she tucked her legs beneath her and gestured towards the space next to her on the couch. There was space for both of them there, and she'd rather spend this time curled up next to him, his arm around her.

Her expression sobered as he told her what had kept his mind occupied while she slept. The same topic had been foremost in her thoughts, too, despite her best efforts.

As she'd confided in Kitty, she'd always known that she would have to leave. No matter how much she would hate to say goodbye to V, Evey wouldn't have hesitated (...at least, not for very long) if given the chance to return home at any point in the last...it was getting closer to a year, wasn't it?

There were things she could be doing at home--had been waiting to do, in hopes of rebuilding England into a country worthy of its citizens. Here, she felt useless more often than not; she could only do so much to assist V with his research. The majority of her time was spent helping with the cooking, cleaning, and gardening, visiting friends and allies, and idling in the great room. It wasn't the life she wanted to live, and the promise of an exit was part of what kept her doing it.

The thought of never leaving--of spending the rest of time in this way--horrified her.

"I've been thinking...and trying not to think...about that, too," she answered, chewing on her lower lip. "I haven't felt so worried about something in--well, in quite a while." She could quite bring herself to ask what they would do if she was, as V insisted on phrasing it, trapped, and instead settled on a slightly less difficult query. "Do you--when I'm feeling a bit better, I mean--should we go to Dorian about it?"

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He took up the offerred seat, and laced one set of gloved fingers in hers.

He had considered these things as well; her frustration with her feelings of uselessness...
But she also seemed happy with the semblance of the life they had built together?

Well, as close to happy as anyone could be under these circumstances.
She was a much more social creature than he, and even here where he was not forced into hiding, or marked out as odd for wearing the mask ( and not a wanted 'terrorist') he had made more allies and aquaintences than 'friends'.

Oh, there were those within the city he was quite pleased to converse, or spend time with...but not in the same fashion she was.

" I despise the idea of asking that 'woman' for any sort of information", he replied.
He was rather certain she would demand some form of ridiculous payment with the knowledge that they would be all but forced to pay for the information that couldn't be attained elsewhere.

"....But I think we have little choise." V continued.
" Yes, Eve. I will accompany you."

As if he would be able not to...

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Evey squeezed his hand gently when he joined her, wishing for a moment that she could stay in the City without guilt over the choice. She had more friends here than she ever had at home, and (much more importantly) she had V. Their life together had become strangely normal, settling into a comfortable routine, curses and the apocalypse aside...and she was happy with him.

But her happiness wasn't--couldn't be, she'd told herself for the last eight months--first on the list of priorities.

"Thank you, V," she murmured, resting her head against his shoulder.

It was a relief to know for certain that he would go with her; while Evey had been reasonably sure that he would, a small part of her had wondered...had worried that he might not. The possibility that she'd died was not something he wanted to consider--that much was obvious. And that fact had cleared the way for a shadow of doubt to enter her mind, despite the more reasonable part of her's insistance that he wouldn't leave her to do such a thing on her own.

"We could leave her as a last resort, if you like. There might be someone else here who can tell the living from the...dead." She glanced up toward the dark eyespaces of the mask.

If there was, there was also a decent chance that that person would be willing to charge them far less than Dorian, if they asked for payment at all. "There'd be no harm in asking on the Interlink, at least..."