Midpoint Pre-Game
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The silhouette, the tensed mass of A Person, Without Specificity, stills her at the doorway by itself. Easier to tense than venture back already, and clearly moving forward would be unwise. The glint off the barrel pointed her way justifies that line of thought; in fact, perhaps no broad movements at all quite yet.
His lantern isn't in her immediate view, but she doesn't need that highly identifiable object dangled in front of her to recognize the obvious when it's right in front of her. The impossible. Because everything-- because he'd--
"Soldat?" She manages, hardly louder than a sigh. It takes all the air she has left. She'll wait, counting her own heartbeats, eyes darting from menacing barrel to familiar, sorely welcome face under furrowed brows.
It can't be.
The silhouette, the tensed mass of A Person, Without Specificity, stills her at the doorway by itself. Easier to tense than venture back already, and clearly moving forward would be unwise. The glint off the barrel pointed her way justifies that line of thought; in fact, perhaps no broad movements at all quite yet.
His lantern isn't in her immediate view, but she doesn't need that highly identifiable object dangled in front of her to recognize the obvious when it's right in front of her. The impossible. Because everything-- because he'd--
"Soldat?" She manages, hardly louder than a sigh. It takes all the air she has left. She'll wait, counting her own heartbeats, eyes darting from menacing barrel to familiar, sorely welcome face under furrowed brows.
It can't be.
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Date: 2020-05-09 09:47 pm (UTC)"Won't have to do anything like that a second time, right? Because I understand this, I believe you, but I don't want you to have to deal with it all the time. Don't wanna see you getting hurt."
Which is unavoidable in some capacity here. She understands. But there needn't be extra, not on her behalf.
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Date: 2020-05-10 10:36 pm (UTC)It hadn't been fun. And they've likely made some enemies-- that one in the sci fi armor had gotten a shot off in their direction, they know who killed them. But that doesn't mean it wasn't worth it.
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Date: 2020-05-11 01:43 am (UTC)"I love you, you know. Still. This place won't ever be great, but we're gonna make it livable for the both of us. Okay?"
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Date: 2020-05-11 05:23 am (UTC)Then they turn on the couch cushion and gather her up for another hug. Just for a minute. They can handle it for that minute, and they know she will appreciate it as long as they can. So, face in her shoulder, they say, "I never stopped. Never. I'll still love you even if I'm all the way dead."
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Date: 2020-05-11 07:48 am (UTC)"That's never going to be the case," she stresses gently, relieved any hypothetically watery eyes at the notion would go unseen. "But I appreciate that, and I feel the same. We're going to be okay. We're going to lean on each other, and this will be bearable."
Maybe they get out. Maybe they don't. Beacon didn't turn out to be inescapable.
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Date: 2020-05-14 06:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-05-14 07:28 pm (UTC)Never been anywhere she had to beat her clothes into submission before they were comfortable.
Hell, been a long while since she had to wear jeans so much.
"If there's some kind of trick to doing it well, I'm all ears." It's just been a round in the bathtub and a slinging over the drying rack. When she's feeling energetic, a prayer.
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Date: 2020-05-15 06:40 am (UTC)They move slowly, though, rather than with their more familiar purposeful stride. Still pretty achy from Bad Jail.
"I've got some soap that better than regular soap, for clothes, though," they offer.
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Date: 2020-05-15 06:50 am (UTC)But she does want her shirts to feel less starchy. Hostile.
To the tub she ventures, a lean armful dropped unceremoniously in.
"I don't mind this, much. The nice kind of mindless. I like upkeep."
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Date: 2020-05-16 07:32 am (UTC)Just kneel side by side at the tub and scrub clothes. It sounds restful. Doing something with their hands, with someone they love, with nothing important or awful to think about. With Sarge close behind their eyes again. The Asset is probably still in there, too. They never thought they'd be happy to think of hearing the Asset's voice again.
They detour into their own room for the clothes they hadn't managed to get clean before the last mission, and then cart them into the bathroom.
And smile to see Misty already there, the first easy smile they've felt in... years. This day may have started out horrible, but it's looking up now, at least.