The walk through the city to the quarters Julianna shared with her daughter was a short one, but she kept her pace slow and meandering. She was still considering the weight of her decision to invite the mercenary to her home - and her bed. Luckily, he was willing to fill the time with conversation, sparing them from an awkward and expectant silence.
She nodded thoughtfully. “It’s rough out there. I ride with the scavenging party sometimes,” she explained, lifting a hand to wave at someone across the way. The center of the city was mostly empty, a few guards and insomniacs wandered and tended to various duties. “I’m usually needed in the city,” she laughed softly and rubbed at the white scar where it ended just above her mouth. “I think they just don’t like me tagging along and bossing them around.”
His hand kept meeting hers as they walked, it almost seemed intentional. There was something strange and solid about the contact. She started to suspect that there was more to him than met the eye. “Have you and Darcy been working together for a long time?” She couldn’t tell if they were family; they had the rapport of long time partners at least. Julianna figured she could at least make an effort to keep their conversation going.
Apartment was perhaps the best word to describe Julianna’s home. A space just big enough to be separated into two makeshift rooms. A dusty floor, some shuttered windows, a basin filled with water, a safe, and cabinet for non-perishables. Hand-made toys and stuffed animals that had seen better days were strewn about. It was lit by a few scattered oil lamps. Maybe, sleeping quarters was more accurate. It was really the only thing that could be accomplished. The illusion of privacy to get some shut eye.
Julianna pushed open the door and stood near it, pushing it closed again after Owen walked inside. “Ta da,” she sang, spreading out her hands with another of those soft laughs as if there was anything worth presenting.
“You can wash up if you like,” she tilted her chin towards the basin, before shuffling far enough into the room to fall gracelessly into the bed face first. Two mattresses stacked on the floor was better than some sleeping arrangements in the desert. Despite the suggestion in Owen’s words there was no pretending there was anything particularly sexy or romantic about it. Rolling over onto her back, she kicked off her boots and let them fall of the end of the bed. She worked at her jeans next, unsnapping and unzipping and lifting her hips to wiggle out of them. The article joined her boots on the floor.
She nodded thoughtfully. “It’s rough out there. I ride with the scavenging party sometimes,” she explained, lifting a hand to wave at someone across the way. The center of the city was mostly empty, a few guards and insomniacs wandered and tended to various duties. “I’m usually needed in the city,” she laughed softly and rubbed at the white scar where it ended just above her mouth. “I think they just don’t like me tagging along and bossing them around.”
His hand kept meeting hers as they walked, it almost seemed intentional. There was something strange and solid about the contact. She started to suspect that there was more to him than met the eye. “Have you and Darcy been working together for a long time?” She couldn’t tell if they were family; they had the rapport of long time partners at least. Julianna figured she could at least make an effort to keep their conversation going.
Apartment was perhaps the best word to describe Julianna’s home. A space just big enough to be separated into two makeshift rooms. A dusty floor, some shuttered windows, a basin filled with water, a safe, and cabinet for non-perishables. Hand-made toys and stuffed animals that had seen better days were strewn about. It was lit by a few scattered oil lamps. Maybe, sleeping quarters was more accurate. It was really the only thing that could be accomplished. The illusion of privacy to get some shut eye.
Julianna pushed open the door and stood near it, pushing it closed again after Owen walked inside. “Ta da,” she sang, spreading out her hands with another of those soft laughs as if there was anything worth presenting.
“You can wash up if you like,” she tilted her chin towards the basin, before shuffling far enough into the room to fall gracelessly into the bed face first. Two mattresses stacked on the floor was better than some sleeping arrangements in the desert. Despite the suggestion in Owen’s words there was no pretending there was anything particularly sexy or romantic about it. Rolling over onto her back, she kicked off her boots and let them fall of the end of the bed. She worked at her jeans next, unsnapping and unzipping and lifting her hips to wiggle out of them. The article joined her boots on the floor.
I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true) and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you.
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