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She can't stay out and smoke in the snow all of the time, especially since Babe's started giving her shit every time she comes home and it takes her a few minutes to get her fingers moving, no matter how many times she points out that she hasn't lost use of them yet. It's started to occur to her that maybe he's just been colder than she ever has in her life.
Still, that leaves her inside. Not smoking.
If this is what caring about someone does, she's not surprised that she's never bothered doing it much before.
With her boots kicked off, still huddled in Babe's Paratrooper jacket with her hair, getting longer every day, dragged back from her face, Eden comes back from the kitchen, with a cup of coffee in hand and a cigarette tucked behind her ear. On the projector, a movie has already started rolling. Doomsday, the can had said, which sounded like one of the action movies that she didn't hate watching with her toes edged under Babe's thigh for warmth. Softening was taking a long time, but that was one concession that she allowed herself. At first, she isn't really paying attention, flipping through a book that she's found on the Easy boy's war, trying to understand why they're all so skittish in the snow, but then she hears it very clearly.
Eden.
She always told Bill that she'd forgotten what her mother looked like, but the minute she hears that voice, it all comes snapping back and she's staring at the screen. She's staring at the screen, at the woman with red hair and an absolutely beautiful face, and the child. Eden recognises the child. She's not even surprised when a piece of glass cuts the girl's face, right over her right eye. She already knows that that eye's not going to be worth saving.
Doomsday. They built the wall. Everyone else forgot about Britain. And all so that Reaper wouldn't be the end of the world.
But her mother. Eden stares at the screen, stares at her mother for the first time in almost thirty years. A tear wells up in Eden's good eye and slips down her cheek and she doesn't even notice.
Her mum.
Jesus.
ooc: The long awaited canon puncture. Eden's canon is Doomsday, directed by Neil Marshall. I'll do my best to guide the viewing through Eden's comments and, if you haven't seen the movie or have any questions, you can IM me :D ST/LT fine until after Christmas because, come on. Look at the time of year.
Still, that leaves her inside. Not smoking.
If this is what caring about someone does, she's not surprised that she's never bothered doing it much before.
With her boots kicked off, still huddled in Babe's Paratrooper jacket with her hair, getting longer every day, dragged back from her face, Eden comes back from the kitchen, with a cup of coffee in hand and a cigarette tucked behind her ear. On the projector, a movie has already started rolling. Doomsday, the can had said, which sounded like one of the action movies that she didn't hate watching with her toes edged under Babe's thigh for warmth. Softening was taking a long time, but that was one concession that she allowed herself. At first, she isn't really paying attention, flipping through a book that she's found on the Easy boy's war, trying to understand why they're all so skittish in the snow, but then she hears it very clearly.
Eden.
She always told Bill that she'd forgotten what her mother looked like, but the minute she hears that voice, it all comes snapping back and she's staring at the screen. She's staring at the screen, at the woman with red hair and an absolutely beautiful face, and the child. Eden recognises the child. She's not even surprised when a piece of glass cuts the girl's face, right over her right eye. She already knows that that eye's not going to be worth saving.
Doomsday. They built the wall. Everyone else forgot about Britain. And all so that Reaper wouldn't be the end of the world.
But her mother. Eden stares at the screen, stares at her mother for the first time in almost thirty years. A tear wells up in Eden's good eye and slips down her cheek and she doesn't even notice.
Her mum.
Jesus.
ooc: The long awaited canon puncture. Eden's canon is Doomsday, directed by Neil Marshall. I'll do my best to guide the viewing through Eden's comments and, if you haven't seen the movie or have any questions, you can IM me :D ST/LT fine until after Christmas because, come on. Look at the time of year.