[ Catches the glimpse of it, but in turn she knows people like that - beings that kill like they were destruction itself. Murderers and saviours, they have a gun in each hand and she misses them in her way. ]
[ The reluctance in his voice isn't to admit it - rather just. Say it out loud at all. What if someone else is listening in on Petre having feelings. ]
[ She both knows and does not know missing. She knows longing, she knows wanting, but missing someone in particular? Rather than just a notion? She's not sure it's the same thing. It hadn't felt the same as what Steve talked about, or what Petre is currently pretending he doesn't feel. ]
Maybe. I haven't... really missed anyone since I came here. I definitely don't miss my home at all.
[ He's surprised, but even that sentiment is only mild. He supposes he's surprised at how little he misses everything about the place from where he came, too. He knows he misses hunting people, but the mission itself was just... something to do. Others would call it purpose, but he's too brash to understand it for what it was. He just wants Diana back. ]
[ she shrugs, one finger lifting up and then down again. ] I spent my life locked in one room with no one else.
[ Like this it's, easy to keep the memories locked away. Instead she tilts her head, drawing her fingers through his hair in a languid motion. Letting them curl through it and humming softly. ] No one misses their cage.
[ She keeps up the shifting motions of her fingers, as long as he seems to be letting her. She likes this. Likes being close and comfortable with someone she doesn't have to pretend quite the same around. ]
No more cages. [ she trusts in those words. Never again. ] What do you miss most about your Diana?
[ He tells her everything he can remember - and whatever he can't put in words comes in his thoughts instead, mental images of her face, her strength, her valor. Her body is covered in tattoos and she's brimming with power, both patient and disciplinary with the boy whenever he challenges her or others. He misses her sense of humor, he misses how she manages to get out of trouble in more than one way. He misses someone so powerful that he can count on, misses the link they shared just because they are made of the same burning matter. ]
[ Quietly, without hesitation, she takes the memories without comment, just lets him let it go as he pleased, however it twists about. Seeing her as he sees her, being awed as he is. Settles her chin on his head, and her arms loose about him, it comes easy, a back and forth that is nothing but that he is part of her and she is part of him.
After awhile then, when it seems right to, she hums softly. ]
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circumspector) wrote2016-03-14 03:55 pm
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[ She had absolutely nothing to be afraid of, Diana. Except, perhaps, losing her newest small brother. Which she has now. But he's lost her too. ]
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[ Catches the glimpse of it, but in turn she knows people like that - beings that kill like they were destruction itself. Murderers and saviours, they have a gun in each hand and she misses them in her way. ]
Do you miss her?
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Yeah, of course I miss her. You'd miss her too.
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Maybe. I haven't... really missed anyone since I came here. I definitely don't miss my home at all.
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[ He's surprised, but even that sentiment is only mild. He supposes he's surprised at how little he misses everything about the place from where he came, too. He knows he misses hunting people, but the mission itself was just... something to do. Others would call it purpose, but he's too brash to understand it for what it was. He just wants Diana back. ]
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[ Like this it's, easy to keep the memories locked away. Instead she tilts her head, drawing her fingers through his hair in a languid motion. Letting them curl through it and humming softly. ] No one misses their cage.
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No more cages.
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No more cages. [ she trusts in those words. Never again. ] What do you miss most about your Diana?
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After awhile then, when it seems right to, she hums softly. ]
( I can see why you miss her so much. )