29 Chimera Court, Friday Morning

[on_her_korhal]

Where the Queen of Blades usually slept, upstairs in a bedroom taken haughtily from her fellow tenants, there was now a little pile of blankets. Underneath them was a girl, twenty-something years old, curled up into the foetal position. She had her hands pressed to her chest.

She was sobbing quietly. The covers shook a little under the motion of it-- and the sound she produced was desperate, ragged, and very, very human. Somewhere in her psyche, an alien queen slept soundly, burrowed far away from the surface.

Eventually, her alarm rang, emitting the dulcet tones of a good Kenny Rogers number.

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[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"I was nine," Kerrigan hiccuped, finding that Aquaman's big, strong chest was a relatively nice and warm and comforting place to be, even if he smelled a little bit of fish. "And it's my fault."

[byneptunesbeard.livejournal.com]

"You musn't think such things!" said Aquaman with insistence, still patting her back. "That is a mighty big blame for small nine year old shoulders."

[on-her-korhal.livejournal.com]

"But it's true," she wailed, "I did!" Sinking into that hug now. Nice hug.

[byneptunesbeard.livejournal.com]

Aquaman really was good with hugs. It was true.

"Surely not!" he said. "I'm sure there were...extenuating circumstances."