The Roof, Tuesday night

[trigons_child]

Raven was still unsettled by her meeting with Sherlock earlier that day, so when she came home from work she headed up to her usual spot on the roof to meditate. She knew she should let mere words upset her so much, especially when they came from a sociopath stranger. Sitting cross-legged on the roof near the garden, she closed her eyes and let herself sink into a light trance, trying to calm herself down and forget about what the unpleasant man had said. The evening was very pleasant, at least, and the moon was lovely and full.


[Open roof is ooopen.]

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[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn raised an eyebrow. "Oh. So you're one of those 'the heart wants what it wants' types."

Her tone was utterly dismissive of the concept. Quinn's heart wanted what she wanted it to want. (Except for occasionally when Puck smiled, but Puck's smile was practically a lethal weapon.)

[trigons_child]

"I controlled and denied my emotions for years," Raven said, folding her hands in her lap. "But once I opened the door to them, I have found them very difficult to do so anymore. You can decide not act upon them, of course, but the feelings are still there."

No, no issues at all. Really.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"That's why you shouldn't open the door," Quinn answered. "As far as I can tell, acting on your emotions doesn't do anything except make things really messy for everybody."

Repress and deny: It was the Fabray way.

[trigons_child]

Raven wasn't going to admit that her emotions were considered dangerous, so she vagued her way around it. "I was raised in such a way so as to deny my emotions," she said, giving Quinn a curious look. "But I know that is not normal for this world. It is learned behavior for you?"

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"I mean, that makes it sound like I grew up in a cult in Siberia or something," Quinn said defensively. "My family's just not real big on sitting around and sharing our feelings. It's not that weird."

[trigons_child]

"But there is a difference between just keeping them to yourself and totally denying them," Raven said. She stopped and quickly added, "I am sorry, I do not mean to pry into your personal life. I am still new to emotions so I am curious about how others deal with them."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"It's okay," Quinn said easily. She loved talking about herself, anyhow. "I guess I mean keep it to yourself. You can ... kind of know something's maybe going on, and not have to talk about it or sext with somebody's boyfriend to prove a point."

[trigons_child]

"...sext?" Raven repeated. "What is that? I gather from what you just said it is not something you should do with another's boyfriend."

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

"Ugh, you're lucky not to know," Quinn complained lightly. "It's like phone sex but with texts. My friend Santana is like the queen of it back home."

Because that would make ever so much sense to Raven.

[trigons_child]

"Phone sex with texts?" Raven repeated, trying to puzzle it out. She had learned to text already so it didn't take long. "Oh! Sending sexually suggestive messages to another by way of text messages? As a way to simulate physical comfort when you cannot be together?" Then she blushed, realizing what she'd just blurted out.

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Quinn applauded a few times, lightly. "Congratulations, you got it," she said. "Except I don't think it's so much about comfort."

[trigons_child]

Raven just blushed more. "Perhaps comfort is the wrong word, yes," she said. "I am not very knowledgeable about such things." Particularly if they involved electronics.