It's delicious. If she even survives. Normal activities. Strange things. Gift hair mama souls call furniture Emily dreams escalating losses. Food. You can be happy. Too late. interesting. embarrassed. play with me seizure afraid to leave my house bloody bedsits ten guess locket.
[abruptly, there's a girl on the screen. not in the most amazing shape: bags under her eyelids and tangled hair. wherever she is, there's not enough light to see, and her features are blurred with shadow.]
[the man obligingly following her onscreen doesn't look much better: pallid, tired-looking, unnaturally aged; that his face is also scarred is an afterthought.
All of which may have something to do with why he's examining her image with something instantly… (familial?) in his eyes.]
[though belatedly wondering how literally-and just how-the forge "boomeranged"; and which "alternative" she means-break windows deliberately? have windows break me?-he leaves them for now. Some kind of connection now established, he risks indulging in the concern.]
Did you just arrive? Are you [the simplest aspect of "okay", universally considered the most actionable] hungry?
[difficult relationship // Is sorry to hear that, though still not quite able to ask exactly what that means or suggest help. Even early to want to help, really, but how could one not?
So many questions, but unlikely to be useful to try and force answers.]
I'm headed to the public market. I could send you the map, if you'd like to be shown around, perhaps pick up some supplies.
[Alas for Ms. Summers and her gift baskets. Would be too intrusive coming from most people other than her. But accompanying around the market was something he'd done for Hope.]
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[A text inset pops into the corner of his video: the promised link, with added directions. His eyes had flickered away from hers to program it, but that doesn't detract from his smile.]
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It boomerangs.
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All of which may have something to do with why he's examining her image with something instantly… (familial?) in his eyes.]
Explain?
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[a flash of childish guilt, her eyes sliding away for a moment before she confesses:]
Threw it out the window.
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When I first got here I accidentally broke all the windows.
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Did you just arrive? Are you [the simplest aspect of "okay", universally considered the most actionable] hungry?
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Food and I have a difficult relationship.
[but she smiles a little anyway.]
I like fruit?
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[difficult relationship // Is sorry to hear that, though still not quite able to ask exactly what that means or suggest help. Even early to want to help, really, but how could one not?
So many questions, but unlikely to be useful to try and force answers.]
I'm headed to the public market. I could send you the map, if you'd like to be shown around, perhaps pick up some supplies.
[Alas for Ms. Summers and her gift baskets. Would be too intrusive coming from most people other than her. But accompanying around the market was something he'd done for Hope.]
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[she bites her lip; nods]
It has a genus; does it have a name?
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Remus. And you?
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