Dark Days [PITCH BLACK][RIDDICK]

3|not a word

Rain watched in silence as Bernard plucked the horse bit and cuffs from the ground (she literally just took those off of him, why was he undoing all of her hard work), walking past an unconscious Johns and carrying her with him. Literally carrying her (and it wasn't all that terrible, she could suddenly see for miles. Is this what tall people see everyday?). He had put his arm against the backs of her thighs and then she wasn't on the ground anymore, her hips pressed into his left pectoral muscle as her hands hung limp and brushed against his shoulder blades. His warmth was nice, it helped anchor her physically. But her thoughts were jumbled, she couldn't think (What do you call this then? I don't know, ask someone else. And who shall I ask? After all, I have so many options, it is not like I am a part of you or anything. Wow, sarcasm, nice.). And now that everything had come to a complete stop, all the violence and adrenaline from the crash still hadn't left her body. It was making her feel restless, her hands twitched slightly, craving for something to fiddle with (like one of those colorful cubes from First Earth, Rubix? Robiks? Rubiks. Llora apparently knows what a Rubik's cube is.

I do not. The knowledge was yours, I simply retrieved it from a part of your mind.

Llora apparently does not know what a Rubik's cube is.)

Rain had practice in controlling herself after similar situations but something was making her twitchy, Llora was restlessly pacing again. They weren't safe. Her body had always been better at sensing danger before her mind did, after a while she had started recognizing the signs and knew she would stay tense (whether she liked it or not, which was incredibly irritating). And with Llora now free once more, she knew there was something more to whatever planet they crashed on.

"Hey, Bernie." she called, placing her elbow on his shoulder and propping her head up with her hand, tapping her fingers one by one along her jaw, the slight rhythm helped her focus a little. He didn't say anything, but she could tell he was listening.

"Where are we going?"

He didn't answer, he only gently squeezed the back of her thigh before stepping over a broken pipe (his hands are huge, wow). Rain glanced around them at the wrecked ship, her dark eyes taking in the shredded walls, shattered glass, and torn floors. She felt something tickle the back of her head and looked up, understanding as she saw a cluster of torn wires hanging from the ceiling, she quickly grabbed a yellow one and tightened her grip as Bernard made his way to a dark part of the ship, she gave a sharp tug to the wire and ripped it from the metal. She immediately starting messing with the length of wire, feeling relief from finally finding something to do with her hands.

By the time Bernie had finally come to a stop she had intricately braided the wire four times, before undoing it after each completion. Rain felt herself being set down onto a crate of some sort, but didn't lift her gaze from the wire, the complexity of the braid and the smooth feeling of the yellow casing was soothing to her eyes and fingers (though the sharp wires on each end caught on her skin, making tiny cuts).

He watched her silently and after the eighth completion, Rain felt a little better, her mind felt eased from the simple repetition of the complicated patterns (her muscles were still tense though, she would probably be sore later). She finally looked up at him, the same blank look on her face, her fingers making absent minded loops in the wire as they made eye contact.

He knelt down in front of her, his big hand lifting to trace her face gently (Llora purred softly, the sound crawling up Rains throat as well). She let him, feeling relaxed in his presence (feeling safe). He took one of her hands from her wire and placed the cuff into it, her smaller fingers closed over the metal, a confused look painting itself onto her face as he placed his hands in her lap.

"You want me to... put these back on?" Rain questioned. He gave her a slight nod, she blinked several times but reattached the cuffs to his wrists (this is kind of kinky). She looked back up at him in time to see him holding up the blind fold (really kinky).

"Hey listen Bernie, I'm not a very judgmental person," A whole ass lie if she'd ever told one, "but is now the time to be exposing yourself for having a bondage kink?" she deadpanned, pushing the blindfold away. Bernard gave her an amused look, his lips curling into a slight smirk (that's incredibly hot).

"For Johns?" Rain asked, the pieces slowly coming together. Bernie's smirk grew, he nodded slightly again.

"So he doesn't think I helped you." Rain finished her train of thought and Bernie simply nodded again with a twist of his lips. She settled her eyes back onto his cuffed hands, trying not to gawk at the sheer size difference between his and her own (he has fucking paws).

"Will you ever talk?" No answer.

"Do you know how to talk?" His fingers twitched. She smiled slightly.

"Ah, you poor thing. No one ever took the time to teach you. Don't worry, some day you will ascend to adulthood and-" Rain was cut off as his big hand turned and grasped at her thigh, squeezing it and effectively tickling her. Whether it was on purpose or not she didn't know, but she did jerk from her seat. She was very ticklish, if you tickled her you died. Or became seriously injured. But she didn't want to attempt hurting Bernard, he was... something (yeah no, he could probably crush her skull between his huge fucking hands. Let it go, Rain.).

He stood up then. His frame towering over her seated form, Rain didn't move and watched as he tilted his head to the side as if listening to something. She then realized that the survivors had woken up, panicked cries echoed around the wreckage, her fingers started twisting at the wire again. They waited for a while longer before the sound of footsteps became louder, towards the two of them. Bernie leaned down to Rain and nuzzled her temple once (don't die before I get to hear your voice) before climbing into the rafters, she sat still after that, her eyes finding Johns (the blue eyed devil) as he cautiously walked into the room.

He looked surprised to see her, his eyes flicked down to her hands before he gave the room a cursory glance.

A/N: okokok I finished this. I thought I liked it, but now I'm not so sure.
I hope the little interactions between Rain and Llora (pronounced Low-ruh) weren't too much. I was trying to find a better way to introduce her as a character and as someone Rain is familiar with. I hope it worked, fingers crossed.

Also Riddick's hands are huge.

And I hope you enjoyed it, till next time.