[ She leans back as Parker leans into her, her arms slipping around Parker's shoulders, an anchoring point to draw her in and down, tilting herself close into the railing they had been leant against before. An invitation to curl against her, to wrap them close together, pressing her face against Parker's hair and fingers curling up tightly in her clothes, legs curling underneath her.
It's mess, they're a mess, and it's the same raw breath she takes in deep like she was dying all over again. ]
I'm here, I'll always be here with you.
[ She has nowhere else to go, that much is obvious now. This is her, beginning middle and - no end, she knows now, but an infinity. Across a thousand screens and a thousand machines and in the long echoes of the hives memories, it is where she will be.
She is thankful of the hive, not hateful of it. Long ago, she was asked if this felt like freedom to her - but the thing was, Cathaway had never lied to her. She said she could make this place a home, a family of her own, and she had, made up for all her own empty spaces, and taught her what it was to be needed for herself, not for her use. ]
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It's mess, they're a mess, and it's the same raw breath she takes in deep like she was dying all over again. ]
I'm here, I'll always be here with you.
[ She has nowhere else to go, that much is obvious now. This is her, beginning middle and - no end, she knows now, but an infinity. Across a thousand screens and a thousand machines and in the long echoes of the hives memories, it is where she will be.
She is thankful of the hive, not hateful of it. Long ago, she was asked if this felt like freedom to her - but the thing was, Cathaway had never lied to her. She said she could make this place a home, a family of her own, and she had, made up for all her own empty spaces, and taught her what it was to be needed for herself, not for her use. ]