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Jacob Frye ([personal profile] assassin_daddy) wrote2001-10-04 02:32 pm

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[personal profile] handleyourshit 2022-11-10 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"The Templars," she repeats after him like he had the Spanish words she'd used earlier; she's every bit as much learning a foreign language as he is.

Whatever reservations she might have - whatever context she lacks - it doesn't survive being able to vividly picture a boy someone like Jacob might become attached to, and the corner of her mouth tugs upward.

"Better to learn with a teacher than get in trouble by himself, hm?"
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[personal profile] handleyourshit 2022-11-11 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
That isn't how it would have worked in the old world, but it would have been even simpler in the new; no more documents, no more IDs, no more policemen or bribes with dollar signs on them. And a lot of no more parents.

She settles back against the couch, leaning her shoulders into it and stretching her legs under the coffee table.

"How old was he then?"
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[personal profile] handleyourshit 2022-11-11 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
She waits for him to go on, leaving him space to talk about whatever he's thinking about behind his eye, but she's not terribly surprised that he seems to have stalled out for the moment. She watches the candle flame for a few silent moments, considering for herself what - if anything - she wants to offer in turn. More anecdotes of long dead family members? A rainy day memory of her mother?

She breathes out. "For years after the virus, I didn't even know what day it was, let alone have time to do anything like this. I didn't want to do anything like this - we were losing people in droves, faster than I could meet them or learn their names. When shit really hit the fan, I went from cities to camps to groups to just me and one other person for a while, and still people were dying all around me. I hardly wanted to think about it."

A tactic she still uses, though not quite as mercilessly as she did back then just to stay alive.

"But if I'm honest, I could have the last couple years, if I'd wanted to. I didn't. I don't like to think about anyone whose picture I might add to my ofrenda these days. I don't like knowing that I don't have anyone to build it with me. I guess this is me sucking it up." That, and this:

"I chose whiskey as an offering for... a friend. That saved me, and was killed. And I hope that if he can make it through, if he can find me here, that he enjoys it."
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[personal profile] handleyourshit 2022-11-11 02:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Like you said, they love you. Rosita swallows, because it was easy when she decided to pour the whiskey that it didn't matter what anyone else thought, she was the only one that knew; she didn't give Jacob any details but she knows them, and she knows there's very little chance Abraham who walk a long road now any more than he had when he was alive just to see her. Just to be anywhere near her.

She swallows again and closes her fingers more tightly around her bent knee.

"I hope so." That her family would be proud, even though she doesn't think they would. That it doesn't matter. That they love her and understand. That he would be glad.
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[personal profile] handleyourshit 2022-11-11 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
She's not expecting it. She doesn't jump, doesn't startle, he moves too carefully for that - but her eyes still dart down the moment he actually touches her, and the lightness of it actually makes the thick feeling in her throat worse for a moment.

But even if she's surprised, even if she wouldn't have instigated, she is a tactile creature after all; she turns her hand over under his, and takes his hand properly in hers.

"I'm... happy you asked. And spoke."