#kindrdanne

@kindrdanne || random inbox reply || oh, strap yourself in.

“I was just looking at the clouds. There so many, it is difficult not to look at them. Sometimes, you just need to lay back and let your imagination take control. Do you see that one up in the corner? That one looks like a princess fighting against a dragon!”

rare to get soldier boy to actually laugh.

this one? she's come so close she's dancing around the edges of it. soldier boy sits beside her--checking his watch, the path out of the park and then back to the ocean that isn't too far from here. he has no idea when she decided that he was someone who needed company. but not telling her to go play hopscotch in traffic til she loses must mean he didn't mind the company. blend in? make like normal? maybe that's why he's not wearing that damn suit? opting for something that looks like the gangly queer threw his way. or yanked out of a corner of butcher's closet that wasn't full of we hang upside down pineapples in front of our cabin door vibey hawaiian print.

right?

who fucking knows with this guy? not giving up his hand? he's gotten really, really good at shit. puff of a breath, the ear to ear grin, he's on the cusp of waxing nostalgic and trust?? that's such a god damn see-saw ride of what the hell that's gonna be like. brows shoot up and he looks at the sky, then down to her. another puff. that one's a chuckle. then clouds.

"you know last time i saw somethin' up there was when they were testin' mustard gas on thousands of us and i happened to wander into the mix." he didn't wander. vought put him there. just to see what happened. big mistake. "got cut from the experiment when they walked out on the field and i was ass out, huffin' my boxer shorts seeing all sorts of shit in the sky. the weeds. their faces. you name it.." ahhhh! sound comes from that open mouthed grin. shakes his head at the memories flooding in. "what a fuckin' week."

Izzy giggled delightedly as Anne prattled on, always coming up with the most wonderful ideas and imaginings! It seemed she had finally met her match -- a true kindred spirit.

Incredible? Now he doesn't know about that. His adventures have been many, they have been interesting and they have hurt so fiercely he isn't even certain he can recount them. Nor if he wants to really. Now, the truth might be an absolute travesty, that is to say, she doesn't need to know about the truth. He can spin it a little bit, create something incredible out of misery.

Silver smiles, it's a half smirk, and it is followed by a chuckle.

"Oh, you should have been there! Pirates, gold and talking parrots"

The memories are still fresh in his mind, the betrayals, the lies, how many he'd have to backstab just to get out alive. She doesn't need to know about the bloodshed, nor how much blood is on his own two hands. The truth is ugly. It mirrors reality.

"You know, I didn't really start out as a pirate. Didn't really think it would become a part of my life, but sometimes things just happen, don't they?"

He leans back, now crossed over his chest as to pretend to think hard about what stories to tell her. Really, it is a repeat in his head. He knows what to say.

"There is no such thing as being too bold, my dear. There is, however, such a thing as being too obtuse.” Claire let out an amused huff ad she perched her hands upon her hips.

"The world struggles to accept strong women, but that doesn't mean we should stifle ourselves to fit their mold. Don't make yourself smaller in order to make yourself easier to swallow; Let the bloody fools choke on their own ignorance.”