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 Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 5:44 pm
Wash hesitated at his own door, pausing as if to knock before catching himself and chuckling a little. The case tucked under his arm, and the somewhat awkward conversation beforehand had put him on edge. It was difficult, knowing that Jerry still had feelings for her, while she practically lived with him. He knew it hurt the other man, but there were some things he didn't think he could give, even in the name of friendship. Their tiny domicile held a kind of peace; a place where he could let go, not think about the outside world. When that door closed, and it was just the two of them - things seemed to fall into place.
Some small part of him still fretted; a part of him he left outside when he came here. Came home. It was as if he hung up all his concerns and worries, like a coat at the door.
What if the flute didn't work? What if it just ended up being a dead end, a disappointment? Baggage? What if it reminded her of things best forgotten?
It couldn't be helped, any of it - if it happened, it happened. This was a safe place, a place of quietude and honesty. Nothing was too frightening, within there; in this little sanctuary. Wash adorned himself with this knowledge like a coat of armor. He straightened his shoulders, took the tiny case in hand, and quietly opened the door.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 5:52 pm
Maybe it had been wrong of her to ask Wash to get the flute for her. It would have been best for her to go herself - Sasha knew it, and she knew it had probably hurt Jerry's feelings that she'd not gone herself. He wouldn't have been able to understand what it cost her to use the flute again - the last time she'd asked, he'd been unwilling to give it back: it was probably for the best, since she'd had every intention on throwing it into the deep roiling ocean.
She would probably need to thank him for that.
Things had changed. She was unwilling to use the sick, dark relationship she'd had with Rep, not when it threatened to destroy one of the few good things she had in her life. She wasn't willing to hurt Wash, not like she had when she'd told him that she'd given him everything she could without changing him. He meant too much to her. His constance, his strength, his very conviction.
Sasha needed that. Needed him.
When the door opened, Sasha glanced up from her seated position on the bed. Her pale eyes were immediately drawn to the case that he clasped in his hands, and it was at that moment that she realized just how much she'd missed it. Tears pooled in her eyes, and she gave Wash a tremulous smile.
"You got it."
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:20 pm
"O' course." The bared emotion on her face - that openness, that honesty. He would have done a lot more than just have an uncomfortable encounter with his old friend, if he knew that smile was waiting for him. That she still had it in her, to look at him so, after all she'd been through - it tugged at something in him. He would protect that spark, somehow. Whatever the cost.
That little light.
Wash smiled back, gently, approaching her. He held the little case out like some kind of offering. It hadn't even been hard, really - Jerry had wanted her to have it, a fact that gave the moon some hope. Perhaps, with times, things could mend.
Time. The one thing they couldn't always count on.
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Posted: Sun Dec 16, 2012 7:33 pm
Sasha took the case, her fingers slipping over the pebbled leather surface as she gave welcome to an old friend. It had been left behind twice now - back when she'd agreed to come to the island, and then again when she'd nearly lost her mind to the madness that had consumed her after learning the truth of her past.
"When I first came here, to the island," she shifted on the bed so that Wash could sit next to her if he chose to, "I didn't bring this with me. I'd.. it was something that I turned to if I felt overwhelmed, back home. I thought that coming here, you know.. fresh start, new life. I found myself a mess without the music." Sasha cleared the emotion from her throat.
"The doctor had someone return home, back to France, to retrieve it for me."
She pressed the latch on the case, exhaling softly.
"It was always a crutch, but it helped. And then after the box, after the pictures. After the truth, I just." Sasha pressed her lips together and shook her head.
"I think I lost my way after all of it. Does that make sense?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2012 11:13 am
"Yeah," he said, taking a seat next to her, watching her handle the case with surprising reverence. "Sometimes... sometimes y' just need some distance." He thought of his own past - of little pictures, tucked into the pages of his bible. He'd finally taken them out of his wallet, after all this time. Wash told himself it was for safekeeping - but he knew in his heart it was more than that.
"Jerry wanted me t' tell you... That is, he's glad you wanted it back. Said if nothin' else, it was still a fine piece o' work, that it don't have t' mean the same thing."
His brow furrowed in surprise at her mention of the doctor. "That was...kind. O' him." Wash never would have attributed that particular virtue to the usually cold and callous division lead.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:17 pm
"Part of me wonders if it was left to me by my real parents, isn't that a silly thing?" She shook her head and fell into a thoughtful silence, capable hands quickly opening the lid of the case. "Though, I suppose it makes sense, maybe. I can't imagine that such an instrument came cheap."
The flute glowed a warm gold there in the velvet nest it rested on, and Sasha's shoulders drooped just slightly. She lifted her fingers to trail along the deceptively cool metal, pausing just slightly over the inscription that scrolled around the mouthpiece. After a moment Sasha cleared her throat, the pad of her thumb making a delicate pass across the second inscription further down the headjoint.
"Thank you for.. you know. Retrieving it for me."
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 9:21 am
"Maybe they did," Wash intoned quietly. "It's not silly t' want to have somethin' - someone - t' believe in." He smiled, his expression soft.
I believe in you.
"It was my pleasure."
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Posted: Fri Mar 01, 2013 11:02 am
Turning to glance at Wash, Sasha's own lips parted in a soft little smile. She remained silent for a period of time, that smile fading after a few moments as she retreated back into her thoughts.
Someone to believe in?
Sasha closed the case of the flute, latching it shut. She set it aside before giving the pebbled leather exterior of the case one last final pat - and then all of her attention returned to Wash.
"I don't know where I'd be without you," she whispered faintly, huddling closer so that she could rest her temple against his shoulder. "Then, before.. in the lair. Here and now." Sasha fell silent, threading her fingers through his. She didn't need a response.
Sometimes silence was enough.
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Posted: Mon Mar 04, 2013 10:48 am
Wash was quiet for a long time, enjoying the weight of her at his side; the warmth.
"You? Prob'ly off making some great discovery or such," he remarked lightly. He ran his thumb along the back of her hand, massaging the knuckles gently. "You're a brilliant, talented young woman, an' you don't need me to tell you that. We all got our demons." He kissed her forehead gently. "There's no shame in askin' for help, or pickin' your battles."
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 9:20 am
Sasha let out a soft huff of laughter, a mere exhalation of breath. She was quiet after that, a long stretch of time yawning between them as she merely watched his thumb shift along her knuckles, enjoying the contrasts between the two of them. Not just their hands, but everything between them. His size and shape and color, the gentleness of his hands.
It was still strange sometimes, how possessive she felt about this man. What sparked between them had become something more than simple, and yet completely uncomplicated at the same time.
Sasha shifted, angling herself so that she could slide across his lap, bracketing his thighs with her own. Disentangling her hand from his, she lifted her fingers, cool and pale, to touch against his cheeks. Sasha's thumbs softly brushed against his cheekbones. She pressed her lips to his, softly, before feathering kisses along his jaw.
Picking her battles? This choice had been difficult, but she'd never wanted anything more. In that sense, perhaps it had been an easy decision to make, complicated only by the simmering anger and putrid fury she'd been able to release - it all seemed so childlike, now.
Banishing the thoughts from her mind, Sasha focused instead on the man that meant more to her than any other. Soon there would be no need for words.
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