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ardenigh · 4 months

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More questions on Tegan & Lucky!

What sort of media would Lucky be interested in?

What sort of books and journals are in Tegan's collection?

What bike did Tegan have and what is Lucky's? How did Lucky get his?

What are Tegan's associates doing about Lucky being around instead of him?

Whether for his curiosity of meeting new people and places or distancing himself from Tegan's social circles, would Lucky consider moving somewhere else?

Since Lucky is still legally seen as Tegan, would he get his name changed?

Since Tegan is the king of street racing, would it be fitting that he also has an unbeatable skeeball highscore in every arcade he's been to?

i was going to open this answer by going "well it's your lucky day" but i just made myself cringe with it lol

it is time for boy lore!

What sort of media would Lucky be interested in?

I think he likes weird mixed-media and self-published stuff, honestly. Audio dramas, video essays. Things he can put on while he’s on the road or stretched out watching the clouds. Reading is nice, too, but he focuses best when he's just gotten up and isn't moving yet.

He likes a classic slasher from time to time, too, but only with other people. Corn-syrup blood and cheesy practical effects are just kind of better enjoyed together.

What sort of books and journals are in Tegan's collection?

Make no mistake, Tegan was a NERD. Aeronautical anthologies, astronomy texts, those weird Barnes & Noble historical coffee table selections. Poetry, like a lot of poetry. Tegan's very much a Yeats boy, although he was also fond of Rilke and Rimbaud. There’s also, like, a few dusty language textbooks, the sort that you buy on a kick and never get around to actually studying. And he wrote a lot. Memo pads and leatherbound Walgreens journals, that sort of thing. Crack one of those suckers open and you get a free tongue-in-cheek existential crisis in mechanical pencil, 'cause that's what he had on tap 80% of the time.

What bike did Tegan have and what is Lucky's? How did Lucky get his?

Tegan had a 2012 BMW F800ST! Torquey and balanced and really well cared for. Midnight blue with some subtle yellow and white accents, little bit of a Van Gogh homage (nerd).

Of course, Janus had mixed feelings on the whole racing thing, but he also recognizing that having a motorcycle was an integral part of his brother’s identity, so he arranged for a replacement — a Sprint 1050. They are both sort of sharp in the front, and honestly, like, a bike is a bike. Only thing is that a bike is not a bike, and so while Lucky does get things done with the Sprint, it’s a little bit too finicky for his taste. He ends up trading with another local bike enthusiast for something a little more his style, and that — a Yamaha FJR1300 — ends up being his trademark bike. He gets it done up in his colors and everything. :)

What are Tegan's associates doing about Lucky being around instead of him?

Aside from the fact that he just isn’t around as much as they’re used to, I think that most of his acquaintances are just convinced that Tegan sort of got scared off the scene by the crash. First one of his career, right? And bad enough to take him off the map for months. I think that what strikes them as the strangest is the way that he just doesn’t seem to engage in the racing game at all anymore — he just seems to be a full-time courier, now.

When they ask, though, he’s genial. Maybe a little vague. Something's ever so slightly off about him. It’s weird, but who wouldn’t be? The crash was pretty bad. I’m still sorting everything out. Everyone doing okay? Nothing like an NDE to really mellow someone out. He’s still welcome, though, and sometimes he takes people up on invitations on the town, but the atmosphere’s a little different now that Holloway doesn’t step up and dazzle whole rooms like he used to.

Tegan’s best friend is canny enough and close enough that she knows what Lucky’s deal is — anyway, she’s been busy in the interim with trying to suss out what got him killed in the first place. How is she coping with the recent development that the bestie has been format wiped and now perceives way more and also way less than she is comfortable with? Uh. Really well. Don't ask her any more questions.

Whether for his curiosity of meeting new people and places or distancing himself from Tegan's social circles, would Lucky consider moving somewhere else?

Lucky would love traveling, I can tell you that much. You know those people who will tour from one coast to another with a backpack and their bike? That's right up his alley.

As far as leaving permanently, though, Lucky is a creature of sentiment. He's got ties to the city, inherited though they were, and once he starts making them his own, it'll get that much harder to actually leave it behind.

He is going touring though. Someday.

Since Lucky is still legally seen as Tegan, would he get his name changed?

Maybe after enough time’s passed. Feels disrespectful to immediately start over, you know? I think a part of Lucky seeks to understand who Tegan was, and it might just be sentimentality, but wearing the name feels like a part of that, almost? You wear the name, you read the journals, you find the person still lingering in the apartment, the idle nail-carvings on the end table, the weighted blankets and sleep playlists.

In the end, if he gets too used to it, he might just start telling people that he is Lucky, yeah, but he was named after a brother who passed away. Maybe Tegan would be amused.

Since Tegan is the king of street racing, would it be fitting that he also has an unbeatable skeeball highscore in every arcade he's been to

YES. Is it anywhere near as prestigious? Absolutely not, but it's fun to see the neighborhood teens placing bets to see who can beat him.

Did Tegan have any tattoos? If so, what where they and what meaning did it have to him?

He’s got a simple one stretching horizontally above his shoulder blades, the phases of the moon. He would’ve had more, but he had too many ideas for them and often sketched down concepts in his journals and never actually committed to them. Lots of thought went into maybe getting a line or two from poems he liked inked, but he never got the chance.

If Tegan did have tattoos, would Lucky be interested in getting one as well?

The first tattoo Lucky gets might be for Tegan. Some poem on his bicep or chest. But in you is the presence that / will be, when all the stars are dead, maybe. A lonely impulse of delight / drove to thus tumult in the clouds. That one will take some thought.

Other than that, maybe a spade? Is that too on the nose?

#bike drawings pending like i have drafts but you would not BELIEVE how awful i am at machinery . looks ROUGH #like as it is i just kind of look at them and sigh . wistfully #thinking abt tegan makes me miss tegan and its so funny bc man i KILLED him . sorry tegan sdhfj #poems quoted up there are buddha in glory by rilke and an irish airman foresees his fate by yeats!#oc: tegan ''lucky'' holloway #also fun thing here is that everything abt the names here is just . like inexplicably irish? which wasn't a conscious choice #i really liked hol but navidson seemed a bit obvious and i liked the mouthfeel of the name holloway #10 to 1 if i like you i'm going to name a character for you smtime! tegan is named after a gamer friend i had who was really sweet n cool #miss ya teagan i hope u and ur hamster are well!#n i always liked yeats okay but sayer was a gateway drug i am TELLING you. sailing to byzantium? omg #ty for the ask!!!#after 10 THOUSAND years too omg i'm givin u a medal #wading through the inbox like boyyy i got some stuff 2 keep me busy !!

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declinlalune · 9 months

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Know Who I Am || Andy & Teagan

TIMING: current. LOCATION: darkling lake. PARTIES: @closingwaters & @declinlalune SUMMARY: andy visits teagan. CONTENT WARNINGS: parental death, sibling death.

It was strange, being back at the lake without Leti in tow. But after Teagan had been attacked by yet another hunter, and after everything that went down with Leah and Nicole, Andy found it in her best interest to be honest with the nix, even if things were to go quickly south. She wanted to stay true to her word, that she didn’t want to hurt those around her. But by keeping her true nature a secret, wouldn’t it do just that? Even if Andy couldn’t sense Teagan, she still felt as though honesty were the best course of action here.

She paused just outside of Teagan’s door, not sure if the nix was inside or if she was in the lake. Andy wondered how many precautions she’d taken to stay safe, and hoped that there were a number of them. Luckily, she had had the foresight to let the fae know she was on her way. She lifted fist, knocking it gently against the wooden door. It was a little funny, she realized, that Teagan’s doorstep could hold memories for her now, despite only having been there once. She thought of Leti for a brief moment, silently wishing that the other woman had come with her. But this wasn’t the balam’s fight. It was hers. The door opened and Andy felt slightly relieved that she wouldn’t have to go to the water’s edge. “Hey, Teagan.” She didn’t invite herself inside, instead she stayed put. “Um– I just… I figured this would be better in person?”

The kidnapping and tail debacle had left its mark. Lucky for everyone though, death didn’t have a chance to reach anyone of importance. And really, Teagan knew better than anyone that death was never the end. It was only the beginning of a chain reaction that could catch you and tumble you around if one were not careful. Teagan was more than grateful that wasn’t the case. At least for now. In a place like Wicked’s Rest, a broken arm for Arden and a half a lost trail was, by far, luck shining on them. Much better than the doom and gloom of a stopped heart, as painful as it was to heal through, and Arden didn’t have the benefit of water speeding up the process.

Meanwhile, the nix had been keeping herself so busy that she hadn’t really given herself much room for anything other than chores. Most of which consisted of helping everyone involved with surviving the kidnapping. “Shit…” Teagan dropped a dollop of fruit on the floor, quickly wiping it up before getting her pie settled into the oven. The heat waved over her flesh and she had to blow a stray strand of her out of her face to keep from losing sight of the pie. A knock came to the door, and Teagan perked up, remembering the company she was going to have over. She ran to the door, opening it with an artificial grin.

“Well hello, lass!” The fae waved Andy inside, wiping her hands in her apron before giving her a tight hug. “There’s lovely for ya.” Teagan gestured to Andy and pulled her to the kitchen, talking as she walked. “You look like a right beaut. How’s the weather out there treatin’ ya?” With a swivel of her foot, Teagan plopped herself down onto her seat at the small dining table. “Go ahead and sit, and tell me what’s on your mind.” She propped her chin on her palm, ready to listen.

Andy’s determination to be something better than she was in the days after she, Nicole, and Leah had all been attacked started to sour as soon as Teagan wrapped her arms around her. She tensed slightly, moreso out of habit than because of any true discomfort. She still wasn’t sure how to give in to affection, much less from somebody she didn’t know all too well. But Teagan just seemed the type. It was nice to see her upright and with less blood, that was for sure.

As much as she would have liked to stay outside of the cabin in case Teagan took the reveal poorly, she couldn’t just stay outside. It was rude, wasn’t it? Andy tried to protest, to tell Teagan that she could only stay around for a bit, but the blonde was retreating and Andy found herself kicking her shoes off at the door to follow after her. “It’s nice, I mean, it hasn’t rained in a couple of days, so hiking is a little easier.” She chewed on the inside of her cheek as she watched the blonde fell into a chair as if it were the easiest thing she’d ever done. Andy was glad that the lake had worked quickly in mending all she had endured.

Andy glanced at the chair, weighing her options. She could remain standing and come across as rude, or she could take her seat and show Teagan that with her reveal, she meant no real harm. With a soft sigh, she took her seat. After she had spoken to Nicole and Leah, she figured this would be an easier way to go about things. But something in her ached, because Teagan had been attacked by warden’s twice already now, and to say that she too had been a hunter the entire time, it made her feel sick. “Sorry, I’m–” She folded her hands in her lap, nose twitching at the smell of butter, sugar, and fresh fruit baking in the oven. She could ask about what it was, ease into the conversation; randomly drop that she was a ranger in blood, but not in dreams? No, that was stupid. She cleared her throat, offering Teagan a small nod.

“I’m a ranger.” The words came out, poison across her tongue. They tasted sour, gnashing between her teeth as she clenched her jaw. She took a moment, quickly following up her statement for the fear that Teagan would take it for face value. “Born one, not one now. I still have the genes, I can sense shifters or whatever, all that shit, but I’m not one. At heart. At all.” It could have gone a lot worse, Andy realized. On her behalf, at least. Whether or not Teagan would be pleased with the information was another thing. “I just.. I wanted to tell you. Leti knows already, I told her. My other shifter friends do, too. I wanted to be honest with you.”

A breath hitched harshly, lodging into the dry throat and taking residence there. A ranger? This whole time? Teagan began to tremble, her bottom lip joining the rest of her body as the anxiety riled her up enough to lose control of her glamour. Her chair skidded across the floor, nearly clambering over as Teagan attempted to breathe. Whatever Andy continued to say was lost on her, muffled out by the ringing in her ear caused by panic.

On instinct, she reached for her blade, pointing the toward Andy as flashes of the hunter’s wicked smile attacked her mind. She tensed her grip, warning her to stay back. What was she doing? Andy couldn’t be a monster. Teagan only held it for a few breaths, finally registering what Andy had said. Born as a hunter, but had no heart to be one. That was different. That was new. Teagan remained silent, save for her labored breathing, and she tossed the knife to the side. She couldn’t let herself forget what Andy had done without hesitation. The ranger saved her. Hell, she’d gone out of her way to stay around despite being a complete stranger.

Teagan opened and closed her mouth, words unable to reach her tongue. Carefully, she decided to sit down again, doing her best to settle her lungs. “I’m sorry I pulled the knife out on you.” A sharp phantom pain spasmed where Teagan’s tail was, and she reached up to graze her fingers over the healed bone. She closed her eyes, fighting the tears as she swallowed past the ball in her throat. The whole thing felt like a betrayal, but Andy was being forthcoming and had been nothing but kind. She deserved the benefit of the doubt.

“It’s all instinct after...and fighting you—” Andy wasn’t part of that group, so it didn’t seem fair to group her with them. “That lot. Been fighting ‘em and hunting ‘em so long after what they did to my family. Not so much now, but I did—and that’s not you. You…you saved me. That means something, I think.”

Teagan got to her feet and Andy willed herself not to flinch as the chair scraped against the wooden floorboards that a couple of months ago now, she’d been cleaning Teagan’s blood off of. Her jaw worked against all of the things she wanted to say, but she didn’t want to embed her story into a version that Teagan may find palatable. Because that wasn’t what was important here. Just like with Leti, it had been the balam’s feelings that mattered in this situation, not her own.

It wasn’t the first time that a blade had been turned on her, and Andy knew it wouldn’t be the last. That in a town as dangerous as Wicked’s Rest, there were bound to be other ways to face the end of a knife, no matter how dull. She stared down it, then looked up to meet Teagan’s eyes. The fae looked terrified, as if she were reliving a thousand lifetimes where hunters had come to take from her. It made Andy sick. Not that she was being put into that instance with them, but that Teagan had had to face it at all. She had seen what the warden had done to her the first time, and to do something like that took the kind of heart Andy never had.

But as soon as the knife was there, it was gone. It clattered to the floor and Andy’s gaze swept over it before swiveling back to the blonde whose chest heaved. She wanted to comfort her, but what could she do? Whatever she did do might cause more distress. Maybe she should have brought Leticia with her. She could have acted as some kind of buffer; proof, even.

Finally, Teagan spoke. She apologized, which Andy hadn’t expected. “You don’t need to, and it’s not the first time it’s happened.” She neglected to explain that it’d been by family, the last time. Keira’s knife, to be exact. Andy watched Teagan silently as she worked through the information she had been given.

“You don’t… have to explain it to me, Teagan. I know what you’ve been through. I don’t blame you.” Because she was being hunted too, in a way. By the ranger that wouldn’t leave her alone, or her friends. “It does mean something, to you, to me.” She swallowed the knot in her throat, willing herself to stay level. Talking about who she was, as well as about who she didn’t want to be had brought up a lot of unresolved trauma for her, apparently. Who would have thought. “I don’t expect you to accept this right away, because I know it’s a lot, and…” She didn’t know exactly how terrifying it might be to Teagan, but she wanted to reassure the other woman. “I’ve never killed anything, not a shifter, at least. Anything else was self defense because I would be the one dying.” She thought about Alex briefly, wondered if she should give Teagan the tidbit of information, but would it matter to a non-shifter? Probably not. She decided not to take the route of being pathetic, and decided to let Teagan form her opinion around what she had already seen Andy do for her.

It was impressive. The self-restraint—the defiance Andy had to not adhere to the traditions her family must have tried to force on her. Teagan had heard the horror stories, how abusive the training was for hunters. She didn’t care before, but now? She cared deeply because it was Andy going through it in her mind. Andy, the woman who had saved her. Andy, the woman who didn’t dare flinch when she had a knife pointed at her. Andy…Teagan’s friend.

“No.” She paused, shaking her head with a chuckle that held no amusement. “You don’t know what I’ve been through.” Rage began to boil inside the nix, and her hands began to fist the fabric of her pants tightly. She wasn’t angry at Andy, or anyone in particular, it was general. Everything Teagan had collected over the years after her family’s tragedy. It had layered over itself countless times, until it weighed down any version of herself that once existed in Wales.

She would never be that child again, and she’d always have to live with the fact that she had become the very thing she loathed. “I watched my family be slaughtered, and I spent the rest of my life, up until now, hunting hunters. Being just as bad as them. Fuck…” Teagan breathed, wiping her eyes away harshly as she sniffled.

“I would’ve killed you without hesitation only a few weeks ago—and the…” The sinister hunter, but Andy didn’t need to be troubled with that. “The thought of hurting you makes my stomach ache because…” Andy, Teagan believed, was better than most people. “You’re a good person. Being a hunter by blood would’ve been enough for me, but I-I can’t even fathom—Fates, you came by to be honest!” A crisis was becoming a crashing wave within Teagan, her eyes filled with a cocktail of regret and relief. It was bittersweet.

“I appreciate you telling me. Given how I’ve spoken before and what I am, I know that wasn’t easy.” Her eyes met with Andy’s, warm and welcoming. “I don’t hate you. In fact, I’m in slight awe. How did you do it? I know the training ain’t easy or fair.”

Okay, maybe not the right words to say. She wasn’t good at this. Andy squeezed her hands tightly together, hoping the pressure of it might alleviate some of the anxiety that began to build in her chest. She could do this. She had already talked to Leah and Nicole who she put in actual harm’s way. Even if it turned out Teagan didn’t accept her for who she was and decided to put a stop to any friendship that could blossom, Andy wouldn’t blame her, and she wouldn’t feel sorry for herself, either.

So they had more in common than Andy had originally thought. She mulled it over; telling Teagan about her own experience. That the very thing she’d been taught to hate had torn her parents apart just in front of her, and that despite it all, Andy couldn’t find it in herself to hate shifters. They had been protecting their own, just as Teagan had been doing by fending them off. By hunting them. Maybe that should have made Andy feel some type of way, but with her own hunter issue, she could understand. Maybe not for fear for herself, but for Alex.

Instead, Andy sat in silence. She watched Teagan’s expression take the shape of something new– a sort of mourning that Andy only wore in the comfort of solitude. She refused to wear it, even now. The thought of dying by Teagan’s hand was a little laughable, only because she’d been so grateful when Andy had helped her out of the situation after the warden attacked. But she hadn’t known who she was then, only what Leticia had said. She hoped that Leti wouldn’t get into trouble with Teagan for not telling her. Maybe she would need to lie on her behalf. “I wouldn’t blame you.” But wouldn’t she? For thinking that she was as lowly as the warden who had tried to kill her? Andy would never do that. But it didn’t matter, she was seen as others wanted to see her, and sometimes there was no backing out of it. Wasn’t that the issue here? Two opposing forces imposing opinions of one another and it ending in some kind of bloodshed. “Okay, maybe a little.” She let out a soft breath, and at its end, it could have been mistaken for a laugh.

“I just felt like it was right. To tell you. I didn’t want to…” She thought of Leah and Nicole, tensing slightly. “I didn’t want it to end up badly. You finding out without me explaining it to you.” Not that explaining things could solve everything, but more times than not it had done so. “I didn’t want to lie to you.” Even if she technically wasn’t lying about anything at all. At Teagan’s question, Andy shook her head. “I lost my parents, too. I… watched them die in front of me, like you did.” However, Andy was finding it harder to mourn them with each passing day. “I was fourteen. I hadn’t agreed with all the shit before then, but after they died, I cared even less. Realized I didn’t blame the wolves who killed them ‘cause they were protecting themselves and their own.” Much like Teagan was. It was getting easier to tell the story, she realized, after the fourth go around.

They both had lost, their own devils dancing with demons until the fiddler’s tune came to a screeching halt. The bow serving well to swing over the strings and slice the sharp pitch to end any notion of a soft tone. Teagan sighed, “Only in a world so cruel can we take two instances of violence and turn it into something as beautiful as friendship.” She felt a bit of whiplash, going from her story, to Andy’s. She didn’t used to care for hunters, and most of the time, she still didn’t. Rather, she loathed them. All they did was take. But Andy? She gave, more than she had, it seemed.

Good riddance, Teagan huffed, a little too happy internally at the idea that Andy’s parents had died at the hands of the people they hunted. They didn’t see the shifters as such, but Andy did, and that made her infinitely better. She was more than worthy of existing and navigating her way into a happier life—without them because she wasn’t a hunter.

“Fourteen is much too young to lose your parents, even if they were shites. Kin is kin. Hard to fight such a bond.” Teagan twisted her mother’s ring on her finger, worrying the inside of her cheek. “Lost my man and a good chunk of my siblings when I was ten.” She couldn’t save her family, but Teagan found herself hoping that Andy was able to save the people she loved, if there was more to the attack. Hunters, Teagan learned, liked to procreate small armies if they could. Had Andy’s parents followed this trope? She couldn’t help but wonder.

“I appreciate you, Andy.” With a smile, the fae reached across the table and placed her hand atop Andy’s. She felt warm. She felt soft. She didn’t feel like a hunter. “All those muscles and that ain’t even that strongest part of ya.” Teagan hoped the joke would land. The two of them needed a break.

Her feelings towards her parents were beyond complicated. Alex mourned them, and when she was younger, had asked for stories about them. Andy did her best to give Alex what she wanted, but she hadn’t ever put any heart into it. Talking about them, remembering them– knowing what they would have done to Alex had they survived. They would have killed her, Andy was certain of it. That alone was enough for Andy’s opinion to cement itself, to ignore the pull towards a life she could have had had she been born into something normal. Because this was now her normal. And she was okay with it, even if it hurt more often than not.

“No kidding.” It was a little odd, being so wrapped up in tragedy. Everyone she had forged meaningful ties to had lost something, or themselves, in a way. Andy hated the idea that some of those around her could have lost in the way she had, but it brought them closer together. It was a new feeling, and an odd one at that. She was so used to only having Alex, that she wasn’t sure what to do with all of the support, spoken or not.

Andy frowned, looking down at her hands as Teagan explained she had lost her mother and siblings at ten years old. That was only a few years older than Alex had been, but even Alex didn’t quite remember everything that had happened that day. Or if she did, she never said so.

She felt too quiet, but at the same time, a little worried that if she spoke too loudly, she might disturb something that had settled between the two of them. She looked up at Teagan, a hesitant smile replacing the frown she wore. “I don’t know, I think they’re on par.” She hadn’t realized it, but her eyes were a little wet. She dabbed at them with the back of her hand and straightened up, finding that Teagan’s touch was comforting rather than violating. “I really am sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I didn’t know a good time, and even now, I feel like shit just dropping it on you.” She could tell Teagan about Alex later. She didn’t want there to be more for the fae to pity her about. Not that there was anything to pity. Andy loved Alex, no matter what she’d been turned into. Just as she cared for her friends, despite what she’d been taught.

The edges of Andy’s eyes glinted with the hints of tears. A cocktail of sorrow, uncertainty, and regret. Likely a burning concoction that Andy wanted to hide away, but the red on her face blew any cover she attempted to have. Her apology was blatant on her skin.

“Oh, come now, lass.” Teagan’s voice trembled, still a bit at odds with her simmering rage and the painful sorrow she felt for her friend. “You had every right to be nervous. I don’t exactly make it easy to be honest about that. You’re fine. We’re fine.” Andy wasn’t a hunter. She shared their blood, but not their ideals, and that’s what mattered. It had to. If Teagan was going to be better, keep herself from turning into the monsters she hunted, she had to be able to tell the difference. Andy was that difference.

The timer rang, and the fae smiled, Fate blessing the pair with a small reprieve.

“Looks like a tasty snack is ready. It’s blueberry pie. Was making it for a little lady that really seemed to take to it, but I can always just invite her over for a slice instead. I think we could both use a piece of sweetness to settle our nerves.” Teagan winked, energy growing lighter now that the truth had been released and the two had reassured one another.

Andy wanted to laugh. Leave it to the fae with a penchant for hunting people like her to decide that right away, it was fine. It was all so fucked up that any of them had to experience this at all. She hated the lives they’d been born into. All she wanted was peace. Because the nix sitting across from her was a reflection of Alex, too. Because all that Teagan had gone through; Alex could go through it too at some point and that scared Andy to hell and back.

“Yeah, I guess.” She didn’t feel as nervous now. She hoped this wasn’t a trick. She didn’t know Teagan well enough, but the nix had thanked her, even though she’d rejected it. Andy mulled over the words she wanted to say, but didn’t want anything else to fall apart between them.

The timer went off and Andy nearly jumped out of her skin. She looked towards the oven, not even having realized the smell that had her mouth involuntarily watering. It’d been awhile since she had fell into her own thoughts rather than keeping track of her surroundings. “Oh, um– if you’re sure.” She gave Teagan a smile, feeling the weight life momentarily off of her. She hadn’t expected Teagan to be so forgiving. She had expected the glint of the knife to stay under her chin for longer. “Thanks, Teagan. For hearing me out.” Even though she knew there was a weight to her words, especially within the other’s company, she figured owing the other a favor would only further cement that every word she had said, she meant.

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