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a e n e i a . ([personal profile] aeneia) wrote in [community profile] nonsuch2015-12-18 01:01 pm

& open gen post iii.

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[personal profile] 2leftfeet 2015-12-31 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
She wasn't lying - wasn't stretching herself either, really, but she figures if there's anyone in this galaxy who gets what she means when she says something simple and means... more than that, it should be him. Right? It's been a good run. From here to the edge of the galaxy and back again, from basic to first assignments, from taking leave and spending those hours in Attano's apartment on base and watching vids and ding anything but thinking of Akuze. Dying. Not dying. The incandescent rage and affection in his face after. A hundred days in lock up and a hundred after; being loved and being hated; killing a half million Batarians. Holding his hand in one of five rare visitations and not feeling particularly sorry for any of it.

So sure; he can laugh at her if he wants to. He might be the only person allowed to. She does snort then, rolling her eyes at the tip of his head and rolling her eyes at the fact that she gives into that, lets him reel her in with little more than a cant of the temple. She shifts forward across the rubble strewn room, closing distance; she doesn't reach her hand out to him - she doesn't do anything but sidle close.

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[personal profile] vindictam 2015-12-31 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
There's too much there to sum up, and whether he's the type to understand or not, whether there is a good way to say it or all, just leave it in the gaps, there's warmth in his face, even now, in being near her just once more. Before it all goes to hell. Just once more, and at had been their rhythm as long as he could remember. Always looked at her like that, sure, as long as it mattered. Open and without remorse for it, either. Made his bed, and regretted nothing about who he'd chosen to lie in it with, when it's been hissed at him, was she worth it?

He snags her then, when she's in reach, lazy arm around her waist to draw her closer again. Even so, it's firm, snapped line of tension he's been holding in his shoulders for years now. Shuffling her that little bit in. Not much more than that, but -- "Much." Sucks in a breath. Once more now, with feeling. "Do you remember our holiday. The casino where you manage to drink almost everything on the cocktail menu by the time we finished?" The planet had been lost a long time ago, now. Collectors or reapers, they'd all blurred together. It doesn't matter right now. The one when she'd asked him the one thing he thought she never would want otherwise he would have asked inside the tent the first time she'd visited his family.
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[personal profile] 2leftfeet 2016-01-11 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm going to be honest, I remember about half of it." She squints down at him - she's a half hand taller, slightly more in the plated armor. "But that might have something to do with the cocktail menu thing."

But she's got the important parts nailed down. Figures the rest, like how many credits she blew on quasar or anyone she might have room a swing at or how they'd gotten from the casino bar back to their crappy shared suite, was pretty irrelevant. She remembered the good parts. She remembers the look at his face, mostly; he'd looked like he's been on the receiving end of a gut punch.

The thought of the sentimentality of him bringing it up or maybe just his arm around her again has the line of her mouth going crooked and easy. Small smile, cocked eyebrow - more smug than anything else as she slings her arm easy across his shoulder, cool underside of her reinforced gloved fingers catching at the back of his neck. It's an easy point of contact, all faux nonchalance.
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[personal profile] vindictam 2016-01-13 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
He leans into it easy. Head turning to drag his cheek against the smooth cool line of her armor. Yes, the reapers have blown it up, yes the collectors probably dragged off the bar tender that stuck umbrellas in the side of their glass. No, no they're not getting off earth ever again.

He lent his weight comfortable against the table, balancing their weight against it's edge. Despite it all, he snorts brief in laughter at her response, puff of breath that fogs on her armor.

So because nothing else matters more than this - "I'm getting us two tickets." Really, this time. Flicks his tongue against the flat line of his mouth, suddenly dry. Ah, hell. "Saved up for it. The one with the better view." His hand settles flat to her back, bracing on the cool armor and - maybe skin would be better. Lowers his eyes, shakes his head, absent thought that pulls up another laugh.

It's a tomorrow. What a terrible, awful, painful thing.