Hiya,

Hiya,

I'll keep this short.

First drabble.

Pairings; vague Van/Raven

Set; after GF

Rating; K, don't expect that theme to continue.

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I haven't spoken to him in what seems like forever. It's awkward, almost uncomfortable, and undeniably close to home.

We're alike, the two of us. I've never really been able to explain it. He's been part of my life for years now, even before I realized it; back when I was a runt in the desert before I knew anything about organoids, imperial conspiracies or war zones. He's always been so distant, out of my world, while still making such a huge effect on it, unreachable yet always there.

I guess that's why it's so awkward to speak with him, it's like talking to my shadow; I know him like the back of my hand and still, after all this time, I don't really know him at all. I wonder if he thinks the same thing. I know I affect him even if it is just as a constant source of irritation. He'll always be with me in some sense even when he's long gone, when he refused to acknowledge me anymore, when he forgets about me, when he doesn't want to fight me anymore. Heh, like that'll ever happen...

That's the comforting thing about it. No matter what; we're stuck with each other. Friends come and go but he'll always hate me, until the end of time, we'll always think of each other.

Thanks to him I don't fear death anymore. It used to frighten me when I was a kid, after my dad died and it was just me and my sister, and even as I got older I still couldn't face the impending reality of it while I put myself and my friends in more and more dangerous situations. He changed that, I think if I told him he probably get royally pissed off about it too, but thanks to him I'm not afraid. It's stupid but he's almost given me this immortality morality because I know; I know what my death is, and when it'll come.

My death will come from him, or as him.
My death looks like a raven,
Now and forevermore.

Van