#atnemnt

uhhhhhh

She still wasn’t quite sure of Abigail, always with a watching eye on the other woman. She couldn’t afford for her to lash out, for her to be in any way antagonistic. Because she had vouched for her to be brought into Prosperity, at least until she had recovered from her injuries. They had an infirmary, and without that Abigail would have died.  

Sitting and watching the kids race across the grass, Carmina was caught off-guard by her question. “I dreamed of this, of the world outside the bunker I knew.”

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I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

   the mask is a coping mechanism that he knows he needs to rid himself of. even joseph has told him this, in hushed whispers when no one is around, fingers gently touching worn wood as he asks him, again and again, to accept that he is forgiven and can wear his own face again in the world.

   but it’s hard, so hard to accept forgiveness when there is so much blood on his hands, so much life that he has inadvertently ended. because he had been quick to judge, quick to pass judgement, and how ironic that it was his judgement that had cost the world everything, was also the thing that joseph trusted him the most with.

   judgement. judgement and forgiveness. 

   he huffs a sigh and tips his head back, eyes staring blankly at the nighttime sky above them, at the nothern lights as they light up the montana sky.

   he doesn’t stir at the sound of her footsteps, at the angry steps he’s come to associate with abigail. she was a sight for him to see at any time, all anger and hurt locked up in too-pretty features, and he wonders if she knows how much of her reminds him of her father, wonders if she knows how much of her is him.

“Oh for–––”

HE CROUCHES down studying the dead body she’d brought into the center of the open forest floor. He’d taken her out to teach her some BASICS on defending herself ( though he doubts she’ll use them, SHE’S not leaving his sight now that he’s found her ), and now here she was, HAVING killed some random raccoon that she seemed to have come across.