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infomodder) wrote2015-09-12 01:24 pm
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"Gone fishing."
[ so don't leave messages to ruin the after fishing glow !!!
your one stop shop for not leaving him alone, previous contact post can be found here ]
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Sure. Anything you don't want to go to waste, I'll take. Have something cooked when everyone gets back.
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[Because he refuses to fall into the mire of "what if they don't come back" and Sasha seems in that same boat. Belief this will happen. That they will all come back. Her optimism is damn near rejuvenating. Bottle that up and sell it.]
If there's anything else I can do let me know, all right? Call any time.
[Ordinarily, he might end that with "Stay safe" but that's absolutely ridiculous. So he casually drops a bomb instead. As you do when there's talk of war going around.]
And know that you're loved.
[Okay. So it's casual and also awkward because those three words are just so difficult. Close enough?]
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I don't know if we'll have downtime to talk, but I'll try.
[ Ah.
There's an air of surprise followed by silence as Sasha tries to find her words. She's not sure what it is about this situation that's bringing out these feelings in her; maybe it's because in spite of this world being at war, it was nothing like the one she's been fighting back home. It hasn't been entirely peaceful, but only now it appears the danger is very real. To think any of them could die here, a recurring thought she only had at home, changes everything. ]
I... um! I-I know and... thank you. Um, you are as well-- I mean, I love you too, Will.
[ It comes out a bit nervously, like she's caught off guard, but it's definitely sincere. These are things she never got to tell her own father before she left for the military or any of her friends before they were ported out. It's not an easy thing to say, but if she doesn't say it now, again, when might she have the chance? ]
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It took him nearly six months to tell Abigail outright. And even then, he'd done it through a Christmas card. Like a coward. Like everyone around them who had a pair of halfway functional eyes didn't know. He flubs the wording but Sasha gets it right off the bat, returns it with phrasing he'd found himself unable to form. Knocks it out of the park, too.
Perhaps this is what war is good for, if nothing else.]
I'm...glad we had this talk. [It's only been unsaid for, what? A year at this point? More? Lord.] I'll see you when you get back.
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[ Who knew how frightening those words could be? But once it's out, it's like a weight off her shoulders. People don't often get to say proper goodbyes where she's from, but that's the thing here; this isn't home. There's an opportunity for almost everything. ]
I wanted to say something before leaving since... it could be a little while. Hopefully not too long. [ The hostages might not have that long. ] Be safe, okay?
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[It's not flippant, not a heh-heh joke on his name. It's a promise, as much as he can ever make one.]
You be safe, too.