[fic] Rainsong (30_Kisses, Rory/Ana #22)
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jenioctaviaTitle: Rainsong
Pairing: Rory/Ana
Fandom: Paredolia Omniverse
Theme: #22 - Cradle
Note: All titles are based off songs or actual song titles. (George Winston - Rainsong [Lyrics are Cold - Rain Song])
Disclaimer: Paredolia Omniverse is a joint project, with all characters being written with the creator's consent. No characters are meant to resemble people, real or fictional. All writing is done for fun, not profit. Anything else copyrighted that is used is also for entertainment and not meant to rip off the original creator in any way.
Rainsong
Canned laughter and too-loud commercials for car dealerships drowned out the soft patter of chilly rain on the hospital windows. Neither of the occupants of the room seemed attentive to the television, or what was on it, instead absorbed in a quiet game of shogi.
Conversation had done little during their rounds, but a question had long been bothering Ana, giving rise to thoughtful glances and the occasional lack of attention to even the game itself from time to time. Just after they'd begun another round, she finally let curiosity seize her, and she turned her green eyes beseechingly to Rory, hoping for an honest answer.
"Why didn't - don't... why don't you have an emergency contact, Rory?" she inquired, having to coolly regain her verbal footing. Rory, before then at least, did not know that she had taken it upon herself - much the way she did with remaining at his bedside without needing a request to do so - to place her own information there on his records.
However, the slip up had already been duly noted, and a single eyebrow rose upon the young man's forehead.
"Why are you asking?" he prodded back, just as calmly but allowing a hint of curiosity to filter through. Ana's gaze averted, slender fingers fiddling and twisting a smooth game piece in her hand.
"Because... the first night... Dr. Elliot was actually your attending. I heard him outside throwing a fit about your um... behavior in the ER, and claiming you had no emergency contact or insurance. I... I put myself on there, got your insurance listed as the one through the record company. I didn't want to pry as to your reasons, but it's honestly been bothering me a bit. You don't... you don't have to answer if you don't want to."
Sounds from the TV and the hissing rain outside filled the area, Ana pretending to be fascinated by the piece to hide her own unease from what she'd brought up, and Rory simply staring at the far wall, expression neutral but something evasively debating in his dark eyes. Just when it had seemed like he was never going to even dignify her with some sort of answer, when so many seconds had ticked by on the clock that she was certain she'd offended, he began to speak, his voice quiet and slow.
"Living with my mother was more like... living with a roommate. She wasn't emotionally invested. At all. I figured out pretty quickly that I just couldn't rely on her, and in the end I just wound up leaving. Living on my own, there was no one to put down. She wouldn't come even if someone did call, so it was better just not to bother."
"Oh... I-I see. I didn't know."
"Does that upset you?"
"Huh?"
Rory's head motioned towards the game piece, indicating that the fingers around it had turned a bloodless white at her knuckles from clutching it so hard. She blinked dully at it, then slowly released it, letting it fall to her lap harmlessly.
"No..." she said, shaking her head slowly, though he could tell just by looking at her that it wasn't quite truthful.
The little chip was lifted again and placed on the board that sat on the little rolling table, those kind that went over the bed so a person could eat or read or write while still remaining where they needed to rest. That was then pushed aside, TV turned off to give way to the rain beyond their walls, and Ana rose from her seat, wordlessly crawling in to the bed, taking care of his recovering injuries and her own. Her arms and body curled around him, warmth permeating even the thick, coarse hospital blanket, her loose mane of red cascading down as she rested her head against his. Her fingers brushed across his brow, touch as feather light as a nervous kiss on his skin.
They lay like that, Rory's slight confusion giving way to a surprising calm, something in the sounds and the warmth, the closeness and the way she'd said nothing, even if it was painfully obvious it had brought a lot of things to her mind. It was a simple, comforting moment, one that he nearly dozed off in, and even when she did give voice again, it was so soft that it did little to break the solace of it.
"... You know you can rely on us, right Rory?"
"Mm? Mm... yeah. Yeah, I know I can, Ana."
Themes completed - 3/30
Pairing: Rory/Ana
Fandom: Paredolia Omniverse
Theme: #22 - Cradle
Note: All titles are based off songs or actual song titles. (George Winston - Rainsong [Lyrics are Cold - Rain Song])
Disclaimer: Paredolia Omniverse is a joint project, with all characters being written with the creator's consent. No characters are meant to resemble people, real or fictional. All writing is done for fun, not profit. Anything else copyrighted that is used is also for entertainment and not meant to rip off the original creator in any way.
Rainsong
Canned laughter and too-loud commercials for car dealerships drowned out the soft patter of chilly rain on the hospital windows. Neither of the occupants of the room seemed attentive to the television, or what was on it, instead absorbed in a quiet game of shogi.
Conversation had done little during their rounds, but a question had long been bothering Ana, giving rise to thoughtful glances and the occasional lack of attention to even the game itself from time to time. Just after they'd begun another round, she finally let curiosity seize her, and she turned her green eyes beseechingly to Rory, hoping for an honest answer.
"Why didn't - don't... why don't you have an emergency contact, Rory?" she inquired, having to coolly regain her verbal footing. Rory, before then at least, did not know that she had taken it upon herself - much the way she did with remaining at his bedside without needing a request to do so - to place her own information there on his records.
However, the slip up had already been duly noted, and a single eyebrow rose upon the young man's forehead.
"Why are you asking?" he prodded back, just as calmly but allowing a hint of curiosity to filter through. Ana's gaze averted, slender fingers fiddling and twisting a smooth game piece in her hand.
"Because... the first night... Dr. Elliot was actually your attending. I heard him outside throwing a fit about your um... behavior in the ER, and claiming you had no emergency contact or insurance. I... I put myself on there, got your insurance listed as the one through the record company. I didn't want to pry as to your reasons, but it's honestly been bothering me a bit. You don't... you don't have to answer if you don't want to."
Sounds from the TV and the hissing rain outside filled the area, Ana pretending to be fascinated by the piece to hide her own unease from what she'd brought up, and Rory simply staring at the far wall, expression neutral but something evasively debating in his dark eyes. Just when it had seemed like he was never going to even dignify her with some sort of answer, when so many seconds had ticked by on the clock that she was certain she'd offended, he began to speak, his voice quiet and slow.
"Living with my mother was more like... living with a roommate. She wasn't emotionally invested. At all. I figured out pretty quickly that I just couldn't rely on her, and in the end I just wound up leaving. Living on my own, there was no one to put down. She wouldn't come even if someone did call, so it was better just not to bother."
"Oh... I-I see. I didn't know."
"Does that upset you?"
"Huh?"
Rory's head motioned towards the game piece, indicating that the fingers around it had turned a bloodless white at her knuckles from clutching it so hard. She blinked dully at it, then slowly released it, letting it fall to her lap harmlessly.
"No..." she said, shaking her head slowly, though he could tell just by looking at her that it wasn't quite truthful.
The little chip was lifted again and placed on the board that sat on the little rolling table, those kind that went over the bed so a person could eat or read or write while still remaining where they needed to rest. That was then pushed aside, TV turned off to give way to the rain beyond their walls, and Ana rose from her seat, wordlessly crawling in to the bed, taking care of his recovering injuries and her own. Her arms and body curled around him, warmth permeating even the thick, coarse hospital blanket, her loose mane of red cascading down as she rested her head against his. Her fingers brushed across his brow, touch as feather light as a nervous kiss on his skin.
They lay like that, Rory's slight confusion giving way to a surprising calm, something in the sounds and the warmth, the closeness and the way she'd said nothing, even if it was painfully obvious it had brought a lot of things to her mind. It was a simple, comforting moment, one that he nearly dozed off in, and even when she did give voice again, it was so soft that it did little to break the solace of it.
"... You know you can rely on us, right Rory?"
"Mm? Mm... yeah. Yeah, I know I can, Ana."
Themes completed - 3/30
