[RL Locked to Helena and Valentine]

[reality_runaway]

Helena fell asleep, her eyes drooping shut, the last vision of her room being the pages of sketches hanging upon her wall. She 'awoke' moments later to find herself in the blinding whiteness of the room she had found in the dreamlands. Her eyes squinted shut again as her eyes adjusted to the brightness of the room. She groaned quietly and sat up,

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[vryimprtntman]

He didn't miss her.

No, of course not. It was ridiculous to think--

"It's too damn quiet!" Valentine sharply lobbed a ball at the wall beside him, and quickly dodged aside to escape it as it bounced back, passing dangerously closely behind his head.

It's not that he'd been unable to find new partners... he did have that fiddle player now. It's just that...

No, he didn't miss her. He didn't need her. He always got along just fine without her before, didn't he?

In a flash of neon color, Valentine hurled another ball at the wall, this time striking himself sharply in the chin with it on accident. He spat a train of curses, and then realized he tasted blood-- Fantastic, he thought, I've busted my bloody lip.

[reality_runaway]

Helena lept up at the sound of the familiar accented voice releasing a long string of curses and left the small room and walked around the little pond only to find Valentine there, juggling balls on the ground and an angry look on his face.

She walked over to him to see just what kind of trouble he had been getting into.

"...Valentine? What's wrong?"

[vryimprtntman]

Startlingly red blood stained the very ends of his sleeves-- he'd apparently used them to clean up his lip.

"... What?" He looked up at her, his small injury still quite notable, and slurred, "I bushted my shtupid lip."

[reality_runaway]

"What'd you do this time?" Helena asked, grinning slightly. "Butterfingers at it again?"

Gently she grabbed his arm and tugged him over to the water. "Come on, let me clean you up."