Nicolo di Genova (
peace_inthe_violence) wrote2020-09-09 02:21 pm
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Malta

This is a fairy tale of blood and bullets
It is the story of three men and three women and a small island between Italy and Africa.
This is a story about tragedy and pain, about healing and hope, but mostly it is about
love.
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He finally took a step back, giving her elbows one last squeeze before he let go, picking up her glass to take a quick sip of the lemonade himself and handing it back to her before he could get swatted, "Kid knows what she's doing, and if she's making it up as she goes along, she's doing good at that, too."
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She just swatted ineffectively at him when he stole her lemonade, taking the drink back with an off-the-cuff rib and not bothering to wipe off the rim of the glass before downing a third of it, shaking her head. It was good, refreshing and cool without being too sweet, or too medicinal. Nile knew what she was doing. "She used to garden with her mother. I hear things," she said lightly.
"Good at it, too, Nicky let her take the back one over. Its good for her to have something like that of her own, amongst all of us. You remember how confusing it was when you were new." Apparently, someone had a talent for listening rather subtly: the others gladly called it eavesdropping. Andy wasn't picky. "I wanted to give her space, but after Merrick I'm not sure there's a point. She learned what we do the hard way."
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Which was why her observations about their newest addition weren't a surprise and he just nodded, "She learned that the hard way but still jumped in with both feet to get out." Give her some time to actually come to grips with it and she'd be a valuable addition to the team, "And Nicky knew what he was doing, give her a project that doesn't actually end."
His smile emerged once more, "And no, you're right, he would, but I think between you and me we can probably talk him out of the traditional scattering of petals."
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They all remembered Booker and how hard it had been on him to watch his wife and his children die, but...he was coming back to them, and Nile was young. She'd have an easier time getting used to it. "Pretty sure you could manage it yourself if you put your mind to it," she returned, curling up a grin. "Nicky likes you and all. But I'm glad you get to finally ask him."
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Who certainly counted as part of 'us', but at the same time had a distinct point of view and experience separate from theirs and more relatable to what Nile was going through.
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That hadn't been expected for years, weighing on her like Booker's wife's mortality had. "They're already getting on like a house on fire now that she's found his old music."
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In December of that year, Malta had been declared a republic, and the two of them had celebrated, subsequently missing helping Andy and Booker with earthquake relief the following January.
Something that they still hadn't quite managed to live down.
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She gave an exaggerated shrug, hiding a smile for Joe. Only for them was she so transparent. "But who knows, maybe I missed that one."
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Not that he particularly thought it was Nile's way, but depending on what the end goal was, he wouldn't be surprised, either.
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She liked teasing them, feeling the intimacy ring between all her family members like a humming, comforting note she could feel in her bones.
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"For one thing I don't think the kid's got a malicious bone in her body." She was dangerous, certainly, or could be if pushed, they'd all seen that, but it wasn't out of meanness on its own, just out of survival.
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They'd all had it happen, and some things were worth feeling malicious over. "I hope she had a better time of it than we did. Even if she got the same shitty start."
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She was settling in, and well, that much they all knew, but things were different here than they would be on a job, and mostly he was hoping she'd be ready for that when the time came.
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"And Nicky and I started malicious and mellowed, so it's easy to fall back on that if we need to, different when it's for the first time." As far as he could remember they'd all had multiple instances of something pulling that maliciousness right back to the surface, and not always something big, either. The important part was that it never stuck, they could all slough it off again when it was no longer needed.
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"I don't want her to end up feeling like me. Like it's all...worthless. Like we're going backwards."
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They weren't exactly the same, but they were still in time, matched without being perfectly synced, "This much is still the same, Andromache." It wasn't often that he used her name, just when he felt like she needed it, "Whatever else happens we have each other, that's what matters."