Rosita Espinosa (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
handleyourshit) wrote2032-07-23 01:51 pm
handleyourshit) wrote2032-07-23 01:51 pm
She has an opinion on that future for herself. With anyone else she might at least have considered saying it, but this is Jesus. Any loss she feels is just that, a feeling, while his loss is very, very real.
She smiles back, gentle in a way few people see from her. She appreciates that, even if she's still caught in worrying about whether or not she even actually has one, or what it looks like.
"No one's taken their clothes off here yet," she points out. "But I bet it's coming. I don't want them to make us try to do anything together."
She smiles back, gentle in a way few people see from her. She appreciates that, even if she's still caught in worrying about whether or not she even actually has one, or what it looks like.
"No one's taken their clothes off here yet," she points out. "But I bet it's coming. I don't want them to make us try to do anything together."
"Hakkyuu's over there," he nods slightly. "I'll be okay with him."
"Good." She doesn't know Hakkyuu, but as far as just sex goes, Jesus can handle himself. She just needs to not screw him up, if that's even a possibility here.
She doesn't trust it. She stands instead, leans across the table, and slides her fingers gently through Jesus's hair so she can kiss the top of his head affectionately.
She leans her forehead there for a moment, lingering, before she straightens up.
"Remember, we promised." To touch base afterwards, somewhere, somehow, even if it's just a text.
She doesn't trust it. She stands instead, leans across the table, and slides her fingers gently through Jesus's hair so she can kiss the top of his head affectionately.
She leans her forehead there for a moment, lingering, before she straightens up.
"Remember, we promised." To touch base afterwards, somewhere, somehow, even if it's just a text.
"I'll come to you," he promises, hand at the back of her head until she draws away. Then he composes himself and gets up to go to Hakkyuu instead, still within eyesight of Rosita.
He considers her. "How much time do you spend with him?"
"With who? Jacob?" More than she was expecting, honestly.
No, he shakes his head, though he does wonder that, too. "Carver."
Also more than she was expecting.
She shakes her head: "I haven't talked to him since the therapy thing. I need to though. There's no way I'm leaving shit like it is now."
As for before that, she shrugs. "Couple times since we got out of the pit."
She shakes her head: "I haven't talked to him since the therapy thing. I need to though. There's no way I'm leaving shit like it is now."
As for before that, she shrugs. "Couple times since we got out of the pit."
Which makes it sound like the more Carver gets comfortable, the more dangerous he's likely to become. If it was Jesus on the line, Jesus risking friendship against a potential knife at his throat, he wouldn't feel this nervous about it.
"What has Jacob said he can teach you?"
"What has Jacob said he can teach you?"
"Throwing knives." She smiles because it's almost completely useless back home, but the sort of thing she thinks Jesus would like: "We can have target practice bets."
But more importantly, "He says when he's satisfied my arm is better we can grapple and he'll teach me some holds. Or how to break legs."
Some of which Rosita already knows on the fly, but she's never one to turn down an opportunity to learn something useful.
But more importantly, "He says when he's satisfied my arm is better we can grapple and he'll teach me some holds. Or how to break legs."
Some of which Rosita already knows on the fly, but she's never one to turn down an opportunity to learn something useful.
"Maggie was good with those." Jesus had never learned, except for fun, but Maggie was a dead eye with her knives.
Rosita smiles at Maggie's name. She misses her.
"Have you seen Carver since that therapy bullshit?"
"Have you seen Carver since that therapy bullshit?"
"Yeah. We went and loaded up on some supplies. He wasn't tense when I mentioned you." So, you know, hopefully he's not still angry over therapy.
"The hell has he got to be tense about," she mutters, but there's no real heat to it.
"How'd he seem in general?"
"How'd he seem in general?"
"Like himself." He wouldn't have guessed anything might be different if he hadn't seen Carver hit her. "When are you going to talk to him?"
She shakes her head.
"Dunno. I wasn't sure if I wanted to at first, but that's why I wanted you and me to promise we'd touch base afterwards. I expected some hinky shit to go down."
In fact Carver is the only one she felt like she couldn't extract that promise from, and he's the only one that anything happened with that could make them avoid each other indefinitely.
"Dunno. I wasn't sure if I wanted to at first, but that's why I wanted you and me to promise we'd touch base afterwards. I expected some hinky shit to go down."
In fact Carver is the only one she felt like she couldn't extract that promise from, and he's the only one that anything happened with that could make them avoid each other indefinitely.
He sighs faintly. "Any time something like this happens, where we're compelled to share, he's probably going to go off, Rosita. If we want him in the group--if we even want him near our group--we need to be prepared for that."
"I get that," she answers, glancing at him and then away again.
"And it's not like he just went off for nothing, I know what I had to do with it. I'm just still deciding how much I want to go through again."
"And it's not like he just went off for nothing, I know what I had to do with it. I'm just still deciding how much I want to go through again."
"He's one of ours. But you don't have to put yourself in any risk to maintain that." Jesus will do it instead if Rosita opts not to.
"Since when has keeping what's ours not involved risk?" Places, resources - people. Rosita's not about to leave Jesus holding the bag, and especially not just because she doesn't want to.
"Nah. I've never been the sit back and hope type."
"Nah. I've never been the sit back and hope type."
"Okay." It's her call to make, he's just here to support it. To be backup when she needs it. "Just be careful."
Carver is a tricky subject; she still feels a tangle of things when she thinks about him, and she doesn't have names or roots for a lot of it.
So, instead: "Jacob wants me to help make his place self-sufficient."
So, instead: "Jacob wants me to help make his place self-sufficient."
He considers that and nods. "Not a bad idea. Especially if he has the space for the resources."
Another place to stash supplies that he and Rosita might be welcome to if things go to hell is never a bad idea, either.
Another place to stash supplies that he and Rosita might be welcome to if things go to hell is never a bad idea, either.
"He does. There's already a well pump to generate electricity. The girl who had it before him was from someplace like our world, he says, only she found out she was immune to being bitten."
A fact Rosita has no idea what to do with but that's neither here nor there. "He also said at first he wanted me to go stay there."
A fact Rosita has no idea what to do with but that's neither here nor there. "He also said at first he wanted me to go stay there."
He looks up at her, reminds himself it's another world. Not theirs. Funny how one of his friends can control fire and that hasn't seemed as impossible, as miraculous, as what Rosita just said.
"If it ends up being a good stronghold, maybe you can talk him into there being room for more of us."
"If it ends up being a good stronghold, maybe you can talk him into there being room for more of us."
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