#falquin

RE:   S/AM W/ILSON AND F/ATWS.   

BASIC INFORMATION:   i understand what i’m doing with this verse is changing a big portion of the show, and characters involved may not agree. i’m open to shifting the plots around, however this is the verse i will be defaulting to. (PERSONALS DNI)

CONNECTIONS:   this verse is tied to @toscrve​​​​​​ / autumn’s steve. i’m open to writing with other steve rpers, but otherwise i’m going to be referring to steve as both alive and not old. additionally, this verse is tied to @falquin​​​​​​ / sarah’s j/oaquin, as the show severely diminished his role and we need to change that. 

PLOT POINTS AND DIVERGENCES:   under the cut for length. 

maggie stood quietly near the back of the small gathering,  her hands folded tightly in front of her,  the faint scent of roses  &  incense mixing with the cool,  damp air.  the funeral service had been brief,  just as her brother would have wanted.  she couldn’t bring herself to look at the casket for more than a few moments. it didn’t feel real.  how could it? mason had always been the strong one,  the one who was supposed to come home.  but now he was gone,  &  there was nothing left but the memories.  

the weight of it all settled on her chest,  heavy  &  suffocating.  &  yet,  in the midst of it,  she was aware of another presence beside her,  a figure who lingered at the edge of her peripheral vision.  a man,  not much younger than her,  with dark hair  &  eyes that held an expression she couldn’t quite read.  his stance was careful,  respectful,  but there was an unmistakable air of familiarity about him.  

joaquin.  

she had heard his name a hundred times,   the stories mason had shared with her,   bits  &  pieces of their friendship.   the funny ones,   the serious ones  —  mason had always spoken of joaquin as though he were a brother,   someone she could trust.   she never imagined she’d meet him like this,   at a funeral for someone she didn’t want to believe was gone.  

the silence between them felt thick,   as if they were both waiting for the other to speak.   joaquin shifted slightly,   his gaze meeting hers for the first time,  &  in that moment,   maggie saw it — an understanding,   a silent acknowledgment that both of them had lost something.   her brother,   his friend.   it was all too raw.   she swallowed,   throat tight.  

 ❝ joaquin, ❞  she finally said,   her voice hoarse from the grief  &  the weight of the moment.   she hesitated,   unsure of how to start.    ❝ i don’t … i don’t know what to say.   i feel like i should’ve known you.   mason always talked about you,   always said how much he trusted you.   he would’ve wanted me to meet you.   he always … ❞ she trailed off,   her words faltering as the reality of it all hit her again.  

her heart clenched,    &  she quickly turned her gaze away,   unable to hold back the tear that threatened to fall.   she didn’t want to cry in front of someone she barely knew,  she didn't want to cry at all,  but joaquin was a part of mason’s life— part of the one she couldn’t fully grasp now that he was gone.  

 ❝ i don’t know if i’m ready for this,   for all of it ...  ❞ maggie admitted quietly,   her words almost lost in the breeze.   she wiped at her eyes,   not wanting to seem weak,   but the vulnerability of the moment made it impossible to hide.    ❝ but i appreciate you being here.   for him.   for me.   ❞

her  phone  vibrates  in  the  pocket  of  her  jeans  ------  there's  no  point  having  it  on  anything  else  with  how  loud  the  music  is  in  here;  it's  difficult  enough  to  carry  a  conversation  without  shouting  in  someone's  ear. a  subtle  string  of  notes  doesn't  stand  a  chance.

thinking  it's  business  related  she  leaves  it  be  until  she  can  finish  the  conversation  shouting  match  she's  currently  engaged  in  face  to  face,  only  pulling  out  her  phone  to  glance  at  the  screen  after  the  arrangement  for  a  pick  up  later  is  made.

the  sigh  isn't  audible  when  she  drags  her  thumb  along  the  lock  screen,  but  she  feels  it.    /   @falquin​.

[   𝙴𝙽𝙲𝚁𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙶𝙾𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃  .....  𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴𝚃𝙴𝙳.   ] [  𝙸𝙳  :  𝚃𝙾𝚁𝚁𝙴𝚂,  𝙹.   ]