you have (1) unheard message ; sable/indy blitz
Apr 5, 2024 20:36:12 GMT -5
Post by arx on Apr 5, 2024 20:36:12 GMT -5
INDIGO AUCLAIR
I see her. Well, not her, but some pieces of her. I never saved her number, but I have it memorized. That's why I answer with such disdain-
"What did y-"
"Thank God, Indigo."
-and then I have to choose entirely different words.
"Sable?" And try my hardest not to choose disdain again.
He usually calls me, 'Indy'. I think I'm worried, wondering, willing him to tell me something more than what he's giving. I repeat his name—louder and with more emphasis into the receiver—
but I'm too anxious to ask. I have questions, but I need to go.
"Fast. So fast. Okay?"
I had always expected it would be Ives. But desert cold turns to mountain high chill and I'm asking desperately after someone else instead.
"Hi, um-" The keeper is intimidating; she reminds me of my dad. "I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm looking for a Sable Hawkeye?" And mostly I hope she isn't like my dad because that'd mean she hates looking at me.
"Oh, go on then, damn."
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"Hey, I-" A keeper raps his baton against my knuckles as I grasp the bars Sable sits behind. It rings in my ears, but I can see he is missing one of his. I press a hand to my heart, rub it around all in a circular 'a' because I can see the red bruises that have begun to rise on his wrists. "Back up. Now." I scoff, roll my eyes. "Back up where? Directly into your tiny prick? Fucking boot licker." His laugh is menacing enough to make me take that step back as he suggested—"I'm here now."—but not enough to keep me from speaking aloud, uselessly. So I say it again with my hands.
(I'm sorry. I'm here now.)
"Ah, relax, both of you." The keeper shoves us both aside as I just try to maintain eye contact with Sable over their shoulders as the move to let him out. "Let him out, his bail is paid."
And I can't really help myself. I just collide with him, some fingers in his hair, the others wrapped beneath his shoulder blade and paralleling his ribs. I don't cry, but I pull away so he can see me speak.
"So what'd you do then? Something badass, yeah?" I run my thumbs gently over his wrists all rubbed raw. "Let's go."
"What did y-"
"Thank God, Indigo."
-and then I have to choose entirely different words.
"Sable?" And try my hardest not to choose disdain again.
He usually calls me, 'Indy'. I think I'm worried, wondering, willing him to tell me something more than what he's giving. I repeat his name—louder and with more emphasis into the receiver—
but I'm too anxious to ask. I have questions, but I need to go.
"Fast. So fast. Okay?"
I had always expected it would be Ives. But desert cold turns to mountain high chill and I'm asking desperately after someone else instead.
"Hi, um-" The keeper is intimidating; she reminds me of my dad. "I don't know what I'm doing, but I'm looking for a Sable Hawkeye?" And mostly I hope she isn't like my dad because that'd mean she hates looking at me.
"Oh, go on then, damn."
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"Hey, I-" A keeper raps his baton against my knuckles as I grasp the bars Sable sits behind. It rings in my ears, but I can see he is missing one of his. I press a hand to my heart, rub it around all in a circular 'a' because I can see the red bruises that have begun to rise on his wrists. "Back up. Now." I scoff, roll my eyes. "Back up where? Directly into your tiny prick? Fucking boot licker." His laugh is menacing enough to make me take that step back as he suggested—"I'm here now."—but not enough to keep me from speaking aloud, uselessly. So I say it again with my hands.
(I'm sorry. I'm here now.)
"Ah, relax, both of you." The keeper shoves us both aside as I just try to maintain eye contact with Sable over their shoulders as the move to let him out. "Let him out, his bail is paid."
And I can't really help myself. I just collide with him, some fingers in his hair, the others wrapped beneath his shoulder blade and paralleling his ribs. I don't cry, but I pull away so he can see me speak.
"So what'd you do then? Something badass, yeah?" I run my thumbs gently over his wrists all rubbed raw. "Let's go."
Come on. Let's go.