And true love waits
Who: BA and SP
Where: Their safehouse
When: Approximately 2 months after this.
What: Blackarachnia is mostly recovered from her ordeal in the lab. Sentinel is doing his best to ignore the inevitable: what will happen when she's strong enough to leave?
[Sentinel likes order.
He always has. Or almost always...the reckless days of his youth have been all but forgotten in the face of what came after. And order is a precious commodity in these chaotic times, especially for a man like him. An imPort who can't keep his mouth shut and his opinions to himself, who refused to lie down when the government ordered him to. Nevertheless, order is what he finds himself with nowadays. He can't fight like he used to, not with the responsibility of nursing Blackarachnia back to health. No...he can't afford to risk getting himself killed until he knows she can take care of herself. So he stays out of the line of fire and does what he can.
At night, he broadcasts vitriolic speeches over pirate radio, spitting fire and brimstone at the government, preying on the fears of the public that their civil rights will be next to go. He creates propaganda for the resistance; in return, they provide him with supplies. Most of the time, it's enough to keep the bills paid and ensure their survival in this quiet, anonymous little life he's created for them. When it isn't, he works. Demeaning, cash-only little jobs, mostly revolving around physical labor. Beneath him, so far beneath him. He swallows his pride and resists the urge to put his lance through the next ugly little organic who looks at him like he's dirt and doesn't understand that he used to lead an entire planet. Because he can't afford to risk getting himself killed. Not until she can take care of herself.
Day by day, he watches her grow stronger. From barely being able to stand, she now walks around the apartment with little difficulty. Her voice is back, though she isn't nearly as quick with a sharp word as she used to be. And the stronger she gets, the more he keeps his distance, retreating into his work, preparing to pick up where he left off in his life with the resistance. Steeling himself, however fruitlessly, for the inevitable blow. The day she decides she doesn't need him anymore and walks out the door. Out of this little world he built on a foundation of fragile hope.
And after that...he doesn't know.]
Where: Their safehouse
When: Approximately 2 months after this.
What: Blackarachnia is mostly recovered from her ordeal in the lab. Sentinel is doing his best to ignore the inevitable: what will happen when she's strong enough to leave?
[Sentinel likes order.
He always has. Or almost always...the reckless days of his youth have been all but forgotten in the face of what came after. And order is a precious commodity in these chaotic times, especially for a man like him. An imPort who can't keep his mouth shut and his opinions to himself, who refused to lie down when the government ordered him to. Nevertheless, order is what he finds himself with nowadays. He can't fight like he used to, not with the responsibility of nursing Blackarachnia back to health. No...he can't afford to risk getting himself killed until he knows she can take care of herself. So he stays out of the line of fire and does what he can.
At night, he broadcasts vitriolic speeches over pirate radio, spitting fire and brimstone at the government, preying on the fears of the public that their civil rights will be next to go. He creates propaganda for the resistance; in return, they provide him with supplies. Most of the time, it's enough to keep the bills paid and ensure their survival in this quiet, anonymous little life he's created for them. When it isn't, he works. Demeaning, cash-only little jobs, mostly revolving around physical labor. Beneath him, so far beneath him. He swallows his pride and resists the urge to put his lance through the next ugly little organic who looks at him like he's dirt and doesn't understand that he used to lead an entire planet. Because he can't afford to risk getting himself killed. Not until she can take care of herself.
Day by day, he watches her grow stronger. From barely being able to stand, she now walks around the apartment with little difficulty. Her voice is back, though she isn't nearly as quick with a sharp word as she used to be. And the stronger she gets, the more he keeps his distance, retreating into his work, preparing to pick up where he left off in his life with the resistance. Steeling himself, however fruitlessly, for the inevitable blow. The day she decides she doesn't need him anymore and walks out the door. Out of this little world he built on a foundation of fragile hope.
And after that...he doesn't know.]