The Roof// Friday Evening

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras had, once again, spent the day in her room. However, rather then shivering under the covers, she'd merely been curled up in bed reading some of her favourite adventure novels.

Now, with her head full of deeds of daring do done by people more noble and lucky than they had any right to be, Seras climbed up onto the roof for some fresh air.

Growing up in either the city or in institutions who had a definite 'inside before dark' policy, Seras had yet to grow tired of gazing up at the stars.

She found a cozy place, took out a scarf she'd been knitting, and settled in to enjoy the show.

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[nadiathesaint]

Nadia blinked, then smiled over at Seras. "I have plenty of socks, thanks though. What are you making?"

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"Well, it was supposed to be a scarf, but I'm a bit skint on yarn. So, it might just end up being a very cozy handkerchief."

Seras shrugged.

"I mostly wanted to see if I still had the knack, anyhow."

[nadiathesaint]

"I've never tried knitting. But the needles always seemed really useful."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras smiled. She approved of Nadia's improvisational attitude towards every day objects.

"I've always suspected that to be the real reason behind the so-called 'feminine arts'" she said, "It'd be a damned sight harder for any so-called Viking or Cossak or whatever to carry you off if he's got one of these babies sticking out've his eye."

[nadiathesaint]

"Precisely."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras smiled and settled back in her dry corner underneath an overhang. Thank goodness she'd found it since her mun totally forgot to read today's weather report >.<

"Any particular reason you felt like splashing in puddles, today?"

[nadiathesaint]

"I was in a really good mood this morning. Then I talked to Marty and Angela and . . ."

Not so good mood now. Not quite a bad one, but not so good.

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras set down her knitting and patted a dry spot next to her.

"Care to talk about it?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged and went to sit down. "Everyone's leaving. New people showing up. Marty and Angela fighting. . . . It's practically like being in the orphanage again."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras tilted her head.

"I suppose I'm lucky in that everyone I've got to know really well is staying."

That and she'd never really made any friends in the various institutes and orphanages, anyhow...

"I know everyone says this, and it's not the same, but you will still be able to keep in touch."

[nadiathesaint]

". . . Maybe. I thought I'd be able to keep in touch when I left, but I never got through."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras nodded. That was true enough, and there was no point in denying it.

"So you did. I suppose you'll have to cross that bridge when you come to it."

Still, not very helpful, though...Seras bit her lip and looked over at Nadia.

"Have you got any sort've ritual for things like this? Like the one you do with the brownies and the dancing for people who've broken up?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shook her head. "Not really. Just kind of trying to move on and not think about it."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"Why not think about it? They're your friends. It's natural that you should miss them. It may not be a *nice* feeling, but it's an understandable one."

[nadiathesaint]

"It's . . . distracting. And it just keeps hurting and hurting, and there's too much else to do without hurting."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras bit her lip, not quite sure how to go about suggesting this.

"Have you ever wanted to...talk to someone about it. Not like we're doing, now I mean. But...someone with a degree. Who could help you make sense of it?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Why do people keep asking if I need therapy?!"

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"Because you say that you hurt and we want you to feel better. If you were sick, you'd go see a doctor, right?"

Seras sighed and clasped her hands together under her chin.

"I...I don't like therapists, myself. But, if a friend of mine decided that that's what they needed so that they could...feel better about things, then I'd say 'good on you. go for it'."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shook her head. "I don't need therapy. I need to . . . do something. You know? Like chalk things or play prosthetic limb ball only . . . not."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras tilted her head.

"Hrm...we could put on a play. In the rain. Like Shakespeare in the park only soggier..."

[nadiathesaint]

"Actually, I was thinking something . . . sneakier."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras raised an eye brow and leaned in clandestinely to listen to whatever Nadia had in mind.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia smiled. "I can't tell you," she whispered. "Still planning."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras rolled her eyes in an exagerated pantomime of exhasperation.

"Well, if you're going to be all mysteeerious about it, Madame Spy."

She chuckled and whistled the tune to 'If All The Raindrops Were Lemon Drops and Gum Drops' under her breath.

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia didn't know that one, but she leaned back and watched the rain and listened.