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the next ten years
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We aren’t going home, Blue.[break][break]
These are words she thinks of often, no matter the years that pass her by, aging her body and weathering her bones. Each day cements
THEO BECKETT ’s quiet insistence from that very first month more and more. Maybe she’s learned to accept her lot. Maybe she’s unwound defensive layers and taught herself a proper way of living that isn’t cagey or unnecessarily violent.[break][break]
But stubbornly, she doesn’t quite stop believing she’ll return to where she left a piece of her heart.[break][break]
Eventually, inexplicably.
Somehow.[break][break]
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Blue doesn’t move quite as quickly as she once did, but it doesn’t mean she’s any less lethal. She simply learns how to hold herself steady, to not fly off the handle and jump to violence as a first resort. Instead, she becomes a
protector. A role she thought she would chafe at, but has come to appreciate for all of the resilience it teaches her. Her dogged loyalty actually put to good use.[break][break]
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Sitting on the soft slope of a pond they managed to uncover that isn’t
plagued with toxicity and grime, Blue lets her feet dangle in the water, hands in the grass. Her patience has improved in leaps and bounds through the years—not enough to be patient to hold a fishing pole of her own, however.[break][break]
When she was younger, it would’ve been impossible to keep her still, but now she can sit there in the quiet for hours. Rookidee song returns to the world around them as the sludge retreats.
Why do you think it’s receding? she wants to ask him. After years of studying the stuff, why now? But it would shatter the repose.[break][break]
She looks at him like something dear, because he is.[break][break]
Somewhere along the line Theo transcended that arms length role of superior into a
companion. In a way, she supposes she has him to thank. For teaching her, for soothing her sharper edges, for showing her what he meant a lifetime ago when he said that all he wanted was
peace.[break][break]
“I’m surprised you accepted,” she finally remarks (killing the silence is still inevitable, it seems,) but there is a wry smile on her lips as she watches Theo. She squints against the sunlight, nose wrinkling as she mulls it over.
“Think it’s high time they have you doing something all wide and smart-minded, though.”[break][break]
It’s a roundabout way of expressing her pride, but it’s not as if he needs that sort of validation from her. Instead—[break][break]
“Y’know, someone’s gonna need to watch your back for you, old man.”[break][break]
Sentimentality isn’t her strong suit. Never has been.[break][break]
She leans over and jostles his shoulder with hers, then dips sideways to let her head rest where her shoulder just was. It makes the fishing line bob, and probably disturbs the fish. But there will probably be more quiet moments for catch and release, just as there have been every year prior.[break][break]
There’s nothing else she can bring herself to voice. She fades back into quiet, letting her loyalties speak for themself.[break][break]
And so it goes on, much like the rest. Accepting of where they’ve landed, but always with the thought in the back of her mind.[break][break]
The train ride is long, but someday they’re gonna have to get off.[break][break]
At least now she knows how to enjoy the time it takes to arrive.[break][break]
And to keep it safe from the looming threats that lie in wait.
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tldr;[break]
+ continues to assist
THEO BECKETT as he steps into an advisory role. that’s her truest allegiance tbh[break]
+ takes on a the mantle of a guard.[break]
+ combat is still second hand, but now she uses it to be a protector.[break]
+ she’s practically sage!! who would’ve thought!![break]
+ choice of weapon is a war hammer with
meteor mash[break]