Trying to make a way home

[archangelet]

It's Thanksgiving, and people are celebrating in many different ways.

In the Gauche, Tay Barnam is not doing what she did last year. Amber had liked the whole potluck Thanksgiving thing they did last year, and Amber's gone now and things are... a lot different. She's a year older, and she'd like to think she's a little wiser than she was last

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[quiettotheend]

This is the first time in her life that Tabitha hasn't had a big Thanksgiving dinner laid down in front of her. She makes her way up to the roof because she doesn't want to be confined in her room on a holiday (or ever again, really), and she didn't want as many people to be around, like in one of the common areas.

She pauses when she sees Tay at the edge of the roof, blinking slowly at her wings.

"You're an angel?" she says softly, wishing she didn't sound as incredulous as she does. But she hadn't quite expected that.

[archangelet]

Tay glances over and grins lopsidedly at her. "Yeah. I know, freakyweird, an angel living with the demons. There's usually another one here, Mattie, but he's..." she gestures vaguely towards the city and shakes her head. "His brother died, it sorta messed him up."

And... well, she's very protective of her people, especially after the plagues and the fallout. She pats the ledge next to her, in an invitation for Tabitha to sit. "I'm El's guardian," she explains. "That's why I live here and not in, y'know, Boston."

[quiettotheend]

"Oh," Tabitha says, sitting down next to Tay. "Oh. Ohhhh." It's amazing how quickly things come together. She hadn't thought much of Tay's last name on the journals when she was under the assumption she was a demon but then she says Boston and-- "Oh."

She hasn't ever heard of a demon having a guardian angel, but she doesn't really know much about guardian angels in general. Or angels, really. Not much of this makes sense at all; if Tay's a Barnam, she shouldn't be a guardian anyway. Which is why Tabitha's not going to think too hard about any of this because it's giving her a headache. And she's almost a thousand percent sure she won't be able to get it no matter how hard she tries.

"It's gotta suck, being stuck like that," Tabitha adds after a moment, wanting to actually use some words.

[archangelet]

Tay laughs softly as the realisation dawns on Tabitha, and shakes her head. "Honestly... it doesn't." She laughs shakily and runs a hand through her hair. "My family... thinks I'm disturbed. That I need to be taken home and rehabilitated." She stretches her wings a bit and rests her arms on her legs. "And I think they're fucking nuts. This is my home. This is where my friends are and where I want to be."

It's nice to be able to know she belongs somewhere, not just because she's related by blood.

[quiettotheend]

"Wow, that really puts my troubles into perspective," Tabitha says with a laugh, giving Tay a smile. She reaches down, gripping the ledge below her as she thinks.

"You seem pretty normal to me," she adds after a moment, glancing at Tay's wings again. "I mean. For an angel who's nuts enough to live with a bunch of demons, at least." At least, Tabitha assumes that's weird. She hasn't ever really met any angels, besides Elizabeth and a couple of friends at school. She really isn't the best person to understand what weird means. "I mean, it's only natural that you'd want to not abandon your friends, right?"

[archangelet]

"Eh, I'm kind of a freak by normal standards," Tay says with a laugh. "I love guns and I love fighting. But that comes with being a Barnam, I think."

She shakes her head. "So, how're you liking it here?"

[quiettotheend]

"That doesn't make you a freak by normal standards at all," Tabitha says with a soft laugh. "I was basically raised on the internet, so from what I've seen, that's pretty durn normal. I mean, most people don't personally like the guns and the fighting, but they at least like, like the idea of it, you know? And I'm pretty sure if most people had your body, they'd definitely love fighting as well."

She shifts slightly, folding her hands in her lap, trying to get comfortable. "It's nice here," she says. Of course, almost everything is nice comparatively. "A lot lower key than home, as crazy as that sounds."