Owen grunted a half laugh at her admission his eyes tracked her hand to where it worried briefly at the scar that almost pulled at her lip.
“Darcy and I …” he trailed off rolling his eyes towards the dusky sky above. The darkened sky overhead still retained some of that evening redness like blood wiped behind the stars that were beginning to twinkle. “...we’ve been friends for a long time. Since before - ya’ know -” he waved his hand in a circular motion indicating just everything, their situation, the world, all of it. “We’ve known each other most of our lives.”
After that Owen kept his hands tucked deep into his pockets while they walked. Her question had sort of reminded him of his closeness to Darcy, his reliance on his old friend. They teased and fought and prodded at one another but there was a familial love between them. They took care of one another. And Owen here had been acting as if he wasn’t attached to anyone.
Owen found himself shuffling into what was a more than decent dwelling, at least in comparison to what he was used to. “You do well for yourself.” He remarked with half jest considering they had probably both known much better once upon a time. Owen’s boots scraped on the dusty floor as he stopped before a worn stuffed horse. He bent and picked it up giving the toy a once over. It’s mane was scraggly and the coat a once light brown was now grey with filth.
What he liked best about the toy was the leg that looked like it had been torn off. A makeshift patch job closed up the wound so no stuffing could fall out.
Just like him.
It was strange holding something so soft. He thought of the child that loved the toy and felt a sudden need to return it to her. “Cute.” Owen placed the toy atop the safe posting it up like a little gargoyle to watch over them. Its missing leg caused it to tip over, but he arranged it nonetheless so that it was half laying on its face but still watching the room.
Julianna dove into bed while he moved to use the basin she’d offered him. He wouldn’t turn down any opportunity to wash a little bit. Owen pulled off the glove from his natural hand and laid it beside the basin. He angled himself to block the view of his other while he repeated the gesture. He used only one hand to cup water in the basin - using a metal hand to transfer water to his face wasn’t as effective as skin, the water was always sliding away before he could get it to his face. Fingers paused just below the water while he watched Julianna’s reflection wiggle out of her pants in the grimy mirror. He felt himself mesmerized for a moment by her figure. Softness and beauty still existed? He then scrubbed his face with a sliver of soap.
With his back still turned to her he slipped out of his leather jacket and clawed at the back of his shirt to drag it over his head revealing that arm and the scars that tore down his side. The once gleaming titanium alloy was scratched up and dinged up in many places and no longer shone with newness. It was clearly still quite functional which he seemed to test in unthinking habit by flexing his fingers and bending his elbow and rolling his shoulder. Remaining silent he approached the bed and kicked off his boots, watchful of her to see how she would react. He didn’t know why he was so bashful about it in front of her. He supposed he just hated that fucking arm and all the heartache it had caused him.
He sank to the edge of the bed and sat with his back to her while he itched at the irritated skin around the shoulder cuff. Once the itch was satisfied he sort of rolled backwards and swung his feet onto the mattress. He lay next to her with his hands folded on his stomach. After a moment or two of silence he turned his head to stare at her over. He didn’t know what to say.
“Darcy and I …” he trailed off rolling his eyes towards the dusky sky above. The darkened sky overhead still retained some of that evening redness like blood wiped behind the stars that were beginning to twinkle. “...we’ve been friends for a long time. Since before - ya’ know -” he waved his hand in a circular motion indicating just everything, their situation, the world, all of it. “We’ve known each other most of our lives.”
After that Owen kept his hands tucked deep into his pockets while they walked. Her question had sort of reminded him of his closeness to Darcy, his reliance on his old friend. They teased and fought and prodded at one another but there was a familial love between them. They took care of one another. And Owen here had been acting as if he wasn’t attached to anyone.
Owen found himself shuffling into what was a more than decent dwelling, at least in comparison to what he was used to. “You do well for yourself.” He remarked with half jest considering they had probably both known much better once upon a time. Owen’s boots scraped on the dusty floor as he stopped before a worn stuffed horse. He bent and picked it up giving the toy a once over. It’s mane was scraggly and the coat a once light brown was now grey with filth.
What he liked best about the toy was the leg that looked like it had been torn off. A makeshift patch job closed up the wound so no stuffing could fall out.
Just like him.
It was strange holding something so soft. He thought of the child that loved the toy and felt a sudden need to return it to her. “Cute.” Owen placed the toy atop the safe posting it up like a little gargoyle to watch over them. Its missing leg caused it to tip over, but he arranged it nonetheless so that it was half laying on its face but still watching the room.
Julianna dove into bed while he moved to use the basin she’d offered him. He wouldn’t turn down any opportunity to wash a little bit. Owen pulled off the glove from his natural hand and laid it beside the basin. He angled himself to block the view of his other while he repeated the gesture. He used only one hand to cup water in the basin - using a metal hand to transfer water to his face wasn’t as effective as skin, the water was always sliding away before he could get it to his face. Fingers paused just below the water while he watched Julianna’s reflection wiggle out of her pants in the grimy mirror. He felt himself mesmerized for a moment by her figure. Softness and beauty still existed? He then scrubbed his face with a sliver of soap.
With his back still turned to her he slipped out of his leather jacket and clawed at the back of his shirt to drag it over his head revealing that arm and the scars that tore down his side. The once gleaming titanium alloy was scratched up and dinged up in many places and no longer shone with newness. It was clearly still quite functional which he seemed to test in unthinking habit by flexing his fingers and bending his elbow and rolling his shoulder. Remaining silent he approached the bed and kicked off his boots, watchful of her to see how she would react. He didn’t know why he was so bashful about it in front of her. He supposed he just hated that fucking arm and all the heartache it had caused him.
He sank to the edge of the bed and sat with his back to her while he itched at the irritated skin around the shoulder cuff. Once the itch was satisfied he sort of rolled backwards and swung his feet onto the mattress. He lay next to her with his hands folded on his stomach. After a moment or two of silence he turned his head to stare at her over. He didn’t know what to say.
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