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TDIR: Going Away
Fandom: The Dark Is Rising
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: The night before Bran leaves home. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Dinner is a quiet affair. It always has been, of course, but it's never quite like this. Bran shifts in his chair awkwardly and tries to focus only on his food.
Owen clears his throat. "Bran..."
Bran swallows his mouthful so quickly he almost chokes. "Yes?"
"When you're in university..."
Bran almost holds his breath waiting for the lecture. Don't get drunk, don't date, don't dance, don't skip church...
"I'll miss you," Owen says, not looking at him.
For a moment, Bran has no answer. His eyes sting, stupidly, shamefully. "Da," he says, quietly, and then, "I'll miss you too."
Pairing: None
Warnings: None
Rating: G
Summary: The night before Bran leaves home. For
drabbles100.Dinner is a quiet affair. It always has been, of course, but it's never quite like this. Bran shifts in his chair awkwardly and tries to focus only on his food.
Owen clears his throat. "Bran..."
Bran swallows his mouthful so quickly he almost chokes. "Yes?"
"When you're in university..."
Bran almost holds his breath waiting for the lecture. Don't get drunk, don't date, don't dance, don't skip church...
"I'll miss you," Owen says, not looking at him.
For a moment, Bran has no answer. His eyes sting, stupidly, shamefully. "Da," he says, quietly, and then, "I'll miss you too."