Feels like my insides are on fire

[hatespolitics]

Characters: Ashley Williams (hatespolitics) and Malik (Tazim) A-Sayf(need_a_sword)
When: Shortly after rescuing Tazim from the freezer; backdated to before the tree event
Where: Back at camp :|
What: Discussing a certain name on a certain toe-tag, and subsequent suspicious behavior >| Tazim.
Open or Closed? Closed
Rating/Warnings None

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[need_a_sword]

Tazim, on the other hand, would have waited, and put off this subject for so long as he thought he could get away with it. He knew he could not skirt it forever- but finding the right words... The right way to approach such a thing

[hatespolitics]

She just slowly raises an eyebrow at him, standing tall and unimpressed. She didn't feel like fucking around-- she rarely did, with this type of thing-- and she was worried about Malik. Worried about Tazim, too. He needed to know she was dead serious about this.

So she just waits, and watches him, waiting for him to re-think that question.

[need_a_sword]

With her silence, Tazim cleared his throat.

"Ah,"

He hesitated, and dropped his gaze, staring at the floor for a few moments as he considered his next words carefully.

"Do you remember my first day in Coruscant? When you told me that people could exist there from different times? That you could see the dead?" Tazim stared at his hands for a moment, before balling them into fists and raising his head to meet Ashley's hard stare once more.

"Malik is my father," he let that hang between them for a moment, his lips drawn into a thin frown. One that Ashley had likely seen on Malik's own face before.

But he couldn't hold her gaze for long, and it fell away once more as his head listed forward into one of his hands, fingers running through his hair. When next he spoke, it was in a very low, very quiet tone. Not wanting to be overheard- it was a hard enough subject as it was after all, "He died when I was an infant."

[hatespolitics]

"Yes?" She was fully expecting-- well, just about anything but that.

Oh.

She blinks, letting her arms drop to her sides. Some of the intensity from her stare fades away, and she takes a step closer into the room. "Your father?" She takes a moment with that, letting it sink in.

When he speaks so low she can barely hear, she drops to her knees beside him, leaning in. "Hey, hey, it's okay." Tazim wasn't a threat-- he was jut scared, she could see that plain as day. But why? "Why wouldn't you want him to know?"