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Missed Me 1b/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-20 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)She takes a deep, frustrated breath through her nose, wiping at the runniness before turning to him. Kate smiles, kindly and sincerely, and he blinks in shock at the sight of it. “I just can’t believe that I’m seeing you… That you’re the same.”
He doesn’t speak, simply watches her watch him, and nearly begins to cry right along with her when he realizes that the Kate sitting beside him is not the same that left him broken all those months ago. How could he even begin to be angry when this creature is merely a ghost of what once existed in that horrible girl?
“What happened out there?” Is what Herman finally whispers.
After a moment of her hiding her face in her hands, she exhales shakily and looks off to the bright light flooding in from the entrance. “Dad’s gone.”
She is suddenly a child, he realizes: nose red and running, eyes beautiful and large with the shine of tears, lips deeply flushed and puffy from fighting against the sobs that wrack her ribs.
“I just—… I just got him back, Manny.” Kate chokes on her words, battered agony radiating sickly behind her eyes. “All that time, looking and failing… All those people I—…” She pauses, swallowing audibly, and pushes her clenched fists against eyes. “He left me again...”
Herman’s heart drops from the sudden realization of what she speaks of, closing his eyes to erase the image of a motionless, paled James from his mind.
“Honey…” He can’t think of anything to say, doesn’t want to hear of any more tales of her scars or nightmares. “I’m sorry. I really am, Katie.”
Kate blinks a gathering of tears from her eyes, smearing at the grime coating her face, and looks to him underneath thin, wet lashes. She sniffs loudly, uncaring, and reaches a calloused hand up to his face.
He flinches away at the sight of dirt underneath her nails, though one look from her reddened, pitiable eyes makes his heart sore enough to bypass obsessive compulsions.
“You’re so clean.” She muses, almost as if to herself, and smiles in wonder as she meets his eyes. “You’re so handsome, Manny. It’s wonderful to see a face like yours, after all this.”
Her sudden change in mood is off-putting, enough to make him forget that she ever left—however momentarily that bittersweet feeling is; he feels as if this is another tryst, with her cackles still laced with malice and her sparkling eyes haunting him in their absence of pity.
He doesn’t trust her, he decides—not in the slightest.
Herman lets her explore him after so long; innocent, chaste touches and observations that make him feel like the outsider—though he supposes that if the people out there dress and look anything like Kate, than he must look strange after so long.
“What’re you doing here?” The question dawns on him after the initial shock begins to fade.
Kate’s fingers pause in their gentle journey down his cheek, her eyes looking confusedly into his for a brief moment. “Amata. She asked for my help, said things were fucked.”
Herman’s brow rises. “I’ll… pretend I didn’t hear that.”
Missed Me 1c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-20 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)“About…” He swallows, looking quickly away from the raw show of trepidation in Kate’s eyes. So, she is anticipating his questions... Good. “About the vault?”
“Yeah. Assuming, of course, that I can’t just shove my rifle up the Overseer’s ass without having a reason first.” She grimaces as she looks down at her shoes, tutting under her breath as she scuffs the large boots together to rid them of encrusted mud. “And… assuming you won’t arrest me?”
Herman smiles, though he doesn’t know why—the memories those words bring back just send his thoughts racing once more, make his ears burn in hot discomfort.
Though he supposes his questions will come once Kate’s… done what she will with this vault. She cannot come back; Herman knows that—he wouldn’t allow it even if the Overseer did. He can’t live with her again now that he remembers what it’s like to live without her constant shadow.
“I won’t, Kate, as long as you are… civil.” It’s a lame way to make such a compromise, for he has no doubt that Kate could do away with every single soul in this vault if she truly wanted, though that doesn’t seem to be the case so far. Herman finds himself thanking the higher powers that she has been divested of her evil temper—as boorish as that feels to do. “You have my word—,”
Her hand is on his elbow suddenly, though she does not roughly yank him back to her like he expects. Kate tugs on his arm, cautiously and patiently, until Herman faces her with a pounding heart. What he expected was a knife to his stomach or a bullet between the eyes, he expected that the disgusting, bloodthirsty baring of her teeth was to be the last thing he saw—certainly not the chaste kiss that Kate presses to his lips. Warm, soft, and lovely.
Kate pulls away after a moment of letting her lips linger affectionately against his, rocking back onto her heels with a small smile—an apologetic one, strangely enough.
“Old habits.” She answered his taken aback look, her hand falling from his arm and back to her side limply. “Thank you.”
He nods sharply, unknowing of what she was thanking him for, and turns in a hasty about-face to lead her back to the vault.
Re: Missed Me 1c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-21 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Missed Me 1c/?
(Anonymous) 2012-11-21 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Missed Me 1c/?
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