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"Well."
Rosita Espinosa, you are damn near perfection.
It feels like letting him hold the gun in her hands on her but then, there are people you can sometimes live to tell the tale afterwards when they do. Sometimes, they're covering your blindside, if you let them.
"How can I say no to that?"
Rosita Espinosa, you are damn near perfection.
It feels like letting him hold the gun in her hands on her but then, there are people you can sometimes live to tell the tale afterwards when they do. Sometimes, they're covering your blindside, if you let them.
"How can I say no to that?"
He grins at her. He knows this is not an easy thing for her, even if he does not--and will never--know how far that goes.
"Happy birthday, Rosita. I'm glad you're with me."
"Happy birthday, Rosita. I'm glad you're with me."
"Yeah, yeah," she mutters, but she's smiling.
"With the face," she admonishes, breaking off half the cupcake, offering it out to him.
"With the face," she admonishes, breaking off half the cupcake, offering it out to him.
He takes it because he'll always take offered food. "What face? This is just my face." His face, happy he's made her happy.
"You know exactly what face," she insists. "I refuse to believe you don't know."
She remembers the first time he turned it on Alexandria; not her specifically, but Rick Grimes representing the community worth of strength. There was definitely a moment where he leaned into it.
"I'm learning the sword too, you know. Not Japanese or Chinese."
She remembers the first time he turned it on Alexandria; not her specifically, but Rick Grimes representing the community worth of strength. There was definitely a moment where he leaned into it.
"I'm learning the sword too, you know. Not Japanese or Chinese."
He gives her a skeptical look, though there's something playful underneath it. "Who's teaching you?"
"Right now?"
Shut up.
"Me. But I'm considering others. Why, who's teaching you?"
Shut up.
"Me. But I'm considering others. Why, who's teaching you?"
"I'm a black belt, I'm in the position to teach other people." And he's grinning. "Can I teach you?"
He would very much love that.
He would very much love that.
"And I'm a black belt in surviving," she returns, then pulls a face when she remembers that actually she's not.
It's fine. She did great right up until she didn't.
"But yes."
It's fine. She did great right up until she didn't.
"But yes."
It's not the end for you,, he wants to say, but doesn't. Instead he focuses on her agreement, instead he grins.
"This is going to be great. What kind of sword do you want to start with? Rapier? Katana, like Michonne's?"
"This is going to be great. What kind of sword do you want to start with? Rapier? Katana, like Michonne's?"
"The one I have. It's sharp and pointy," she informs him.
No, she doesn't know the difference. Yet.
No, she doesn't know the difference. Yet.
"Show me," he says, with the eagerness of a child about to see a really cool toy.
You keep saying that, but every time I make a choice you don't like, you just ignore it.
Hey, Rosita!
Jesus mentioned that the childhood birthday party theme he would've chosen is dinosaurs, and I think it's a shame he missed the dinosaur port a couple years back.
So: Jurassic Park Enclosure party.
I'm not doing cake, since that's already been offered today; I decorated cookies instead. And I have other food made.
Not too many people, I promise. I'm only inviting you, Archer, and Godric.
Jesus mentioned that the childhood birthday party theme he would've chosen is dinosaurs, and I think it's a shame he missed the dinosaur port a couple years back.
So: Jurassic Park Enclosure party.
I'm not doing cake, since that's already been offered today; I decorated cookies instead. And I have other food made.
Not too many people, I promise. I'm only inviting you, Archer, and Godric.
[Astarion emerges from the flood in such a state of deep,
reverberating shock that he's kind of gone through it and emerged at numbness. Nothing feels real. He would quite like to pretend the previous week didn't happen.
He already knows that isn't practical.
There are people he'll need to talk to. Jacob, Arthur, John, maybe Godric and Blitzø. But at first, there's only really one person he can bring himself to contact when he's back in his own skin.]
Rosita.
Are you still...?
[A spawn? Dead? Like him? He doesn't know how to say it.]
reverberating shock that he's kind of gone through it and emerged at numbness. Nothing feels real. He would quite like to pretend the previous week didn't happen.
He already knows that isn't practical.
There are people he'll need to talk to. Jacob, Arthur, John, maybe Godric and Blitzø. But at first, there's only really one person he can bring himself to contact when he's back in his own skin.]
Rosita.
Are you still...?
[A spawn? Dead? Like him? He doesn't know how to say it.]
[She hadn't been sure how to act towards Astarion; if he'd be more or less inclined to speak to her right now.
There's relief, then, but also caution when she hears this; she answers promptly nonetheless, because whatever the end of that sentence was going to be, the answer is:]
Yes.
Are you alright?
There's relief, then, but also caution when she hears this; she answers promptly nonetheless, because whatever the end of that sentence was going to be, the answer is:]
Yes.
Are you alright?
About as much as a number of others are right now, I'd wager.
[Which is to say: absolutely fucking not.]
I'm told it will just...go away on its own. The condition you're in.
[She knew the answer was absolutely fucking not. It was more a gauge to see how not alright.
She's feeling a bit numb herself.]
I've been told that too.
You want me to stay away from you until then?
She's feeling a bit numb herself.]
I've been told that too.
You want me to stay away from you until then?
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