[ finally she sits forward, elbow on the table to tuck her chin in her hand. the other remains waiting for him to take. ]
I have lived more lifetimes than you can imagine, especially if you keep looking at me like I'm a child compared to you. All those lifetimes and only one man has ever killed me and he isn't here.
[ he's the only person that always kills her. ]
I've never grown old before. I've never seen what I look like with grey hair or, or if I'll get wrinkles. Hopefully I stay smoking hot like Helen Mirren. But this is the only chance I'll get to find out, so. [ her shoulders hunch into an uncomfortable shrug, voice losing some steam because it isn't easy to talk about lives she's never gotten to life, despite how even and soft her tone remains. ] You really don't have to worry about me.
[Worry. About other people. When he wants to not care about them at all. It's then that he finally shifts, edging ever so close to taking her hand but hesitating at the skim of skin to skin. It's obvious he wants to pull away but they're trying to fight their instincts here. Or at least he is. He looks at her for a long, long moment.]
My wife never got to grow old either.
[So he sees that in her, too. Wants to protect it.]
[ they have that in common. willa would give anything to see sylvie's hair laced with silver or see if the laugh lines etch themselves permanently into emmet's smile, see wrinkles on fabian's face from age and not heartbreak. ]
[ willa chuffs a laugh, trailing off into a soft giggle. ]
People are always so surprised when I swear. I remembered everything when I was, um, six, so yes I've always been this weird, but my sister, who raised me, she always had to remind me not to swear in front of adults. [ a beat. ] She did let me swear at home.
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I have lived more lifetimes than you can imagine, especially if you keep looking at me like I'm a child compared to you. All those lifetimes and only one man has ever killed me and he isn't here.
[ he's the only person that always kills her. ]
I've never grown old before. I've never seen what I look like with grey hair or, or if I'll get wrinkles. Hopefully I stay smoking hot like Helen Mirren. But this is the only chance I'll get to find out, so. [ her shoulders hunch into an uncomfortable shrug, voice losing some steam because it isn't easy to talk about lives she's never gotten to life, despite how even and soft her tone remains. ] You really don't have to worry about me.
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[Worry. About other people. When he wants to not care about them at all. It's then that he finally shifts, edging ever so close to taking her hand but hesitating at the skim of skin to skin. It's obvious he wants to pull away but they're trying to fight their instincts here. Or at least he is. He looks at her for a long, long moment.]
My wife never got to grow old either.
[So he sees that in her, too. Wants to protect it.]
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What was she like?
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[Always was, always will be - no offense, of course.]
Stubborn too, like you.
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[ she says, stubbornly. ]
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[Said with. Affection.]
Swear more, at least.
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People are always so surprised when I swear. I remembered everything when I was, um, six, so yes I've always been this weird, but my sister, who raised me, she always had to remind me not to swear in front of adults. [ a beat. ] She did let me swear at home.