Malta

[peace_inthe_violence]

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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[nicely_tousled]

"Oh no, nothing malicious, just for the joy of it, or the skill, or just to see how far they could actually get." Which was, he was fairly sure, all the way back home, depending on just what they broke into.

"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.

[orgilotes]

Andy just hummed at that, taking another sip of her lemonade. "Give her time. Something will happen that will make her feel that way."

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."

[nicely_tousled]

"She'll get there." He agreed with a nod, "Hopefully before she actually needs it, but not before she can handle it."

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.

[orgilotes]

Andy huffed. "Could any of us handle it when we first felt it?" she asked, shaking her head. "I'm worried for her. It's a whole new world out there now, and I don't know if we can keep up."

[nicely_tousled]

"Maybe we can't, boss, but that hasn't stopped us before." It might have slowed them down a time or two, but hadn't ever fully stopped them.

"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.

[orgilotes]

"Feels like things are different now," she murmured, brow creasing. Sometimes Andy was clear as crystal to those who knew her, and sometimes she was utterly opaque, and now was one of the latter times.

"I don't want her to end up feeling like me. Like it's all...worthless. Like we're going backwards."

[nicely_tousled]

He pocketed the bundle with the rings so that he could step forward again, catching her hand and her forearm once more, thumb pressing against the base of her palm and the inside of her wrist, just to make her aware of the beat of her pulse before tugging her hand closer to press it against his chest so she could feel his as well.

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."