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fish aren't friends

Nora was not a fisherman, but she was a hungry woman with a big hammer and too much time on her hands. Quite literally she was making a splash attempting to smash the buggers when they got near her feet. It was too damn hot to go find someone to ask or barter with for a runic weapon, and she was already partially in the water anyway. It felt nice, even with the shine of the sun burning her retinas.

"Gods--damn--you--!"

Fisticuffs

Melvin had allowed time and space between himself and the night of the ring. In that time there was ample time to think, to stare at the ocean and step away from yourself and review. Dawson was also a leading contributor in putting things into perspective.

After a while, he wandered to Peyton as evening was drawing near and the sun was setting for yet another day on the same island which would be the same island tomorrow. "Hey."

shaking it up

Low-hanging fruit was Kade's very favorite kind so it took him a couple of days (eight of them, actually) to work his way around back to the tiny, dusk-skinned blonde. He remembered what she'd said about making her like him before she'd consider anything further and he thought that was plenty fair. He also was willing to be magnanimous because he thought he was a plenty likable guy.

Wandering over with a pair of coconuts he shook them so that the water rattled inside. "Did you happen to find any limes?"

[companionship]

"Is Warrick talking to you?" There was no greeting or other lead-in to the question. Rather unusually, Jordan seemed very tense, something in his eyes suggesting that he was hanging on to his composure by a narrow margin.

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[overdue]

A few days after the game with the truth ring, Noah turned up. He approached Peyton, but hung back worriedly, waiting to see if she would acknowledge him.

companionship

She looked tired, as she looked up at Jordan, worn down to the Bone, and not just physically. It actually took her a moment to regesteer what he'd asked her, as if she might have been expecting a different question. E shook her head to clear it.

"Sorry." She was distracted. "No, I haven't heard him in a a while."

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overdue

He didn't have to wait long. It actually seemed like she might have been expecting him to show up at some point. Or at the very least, she dint look surprised.

But she would wait for him to speak first. Expression patient as she looked up at him, a coconut half in her hands with water pooled inside.



fisticuffs

"Apologize?" She didn't exactly sound doubtful, more curious as she looked up at him.

companionship

"I can't hear Ferros either." Jordan rubbed at the ring on his right index finger. "He's here, so why can't I hear him?" He paced a small circle, then made himself stop with a quick shake of his head. "Sorry. I just wanted to know ... if anyone else's weapons weren't talking. Or if it was just us."

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overdue

It took Noah a minute to work up enough courage to speak. He took a breath, let it out, and took a breath again. Then he said, "I -- wanted to apologize. Because I realized I hadn't yet. So. I -- I'm sorry, for hurting you," he said. It had the sound of a speech that had been internally rehearsed repeatedly, nervously. "And I'm sorry for not saying so sooner."

fisticuffs

Peyton opened her mouth to ask him why he'd want to drag her through the dirt, but she closed it before the question could leave her tongue. She knew why. It wasn't like she was particularly charitable towards him on twitter, nor on the few occasions they met face to face, and his poor decisions really weren't a good enough reason for her to hound him over them over and over.

Well, maybe they were, but not in the way she had been going about it.

Melvin had been broken. It had started with Rin, and it had just gone down hill form there. You didn't abuse broken people.

She watched him for a long moment before turning pale eyes back towards the waves as the rolled in. "I'm sorry, too."



companionship

Jordan looked as on edge as Peyton felt about the whole thing.

She licked her lips, one finger moving along the band of ring where it circled her thumb. "Have you tried summoning him...?" She was half afraid to ask. She could still summon her weapon, but it was harder. Every time she tried it got more difficult, and she couldn't keep him out for very long anymore.


overdue

There was a second, after Noah apologized, where that lingering bitterness and hurt rose up again, turning her expression into something cold, hackles raising.

And then, just as quickly it thawed again, and Peyton was left looking tired. "I forgave you a long time ago, Noah." There was a brief pause where in her lips twitched, then she amended. "Mostly."



for his sake

Peyton could feel her brows arching higher and higher with every false start, but she said nothing, waiting patiently for Al to figure out what he was going to say, and how he was going to say it.

Because she didn't want to keep fighting this same old fight. It was exhausting, and every time they went at it it dug it all up again. Made it all hurt again, and not for the reasons Al seemed to be assuming.

When he finally did manage to articulate his point he'd get a soft, humorless huff as an initial response. "Years," she'd correct, before shaking her head and dragging fingers back though her hair. "And it did, you're right."