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 Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 10:05 pm
Sasha did not post on Twitter with any sort of frequency, but she was always watching it. When someone had asked for fresh orange juice and milk, Sasha had paid special attention to him. His name was Mikael Lindstrom. It hadn't taken much digging at all to find out what Division he was in - Life.
She didn't have any fresh milk or orange juice, nor did she have any chocolate - but what she did have was a strong curiosity as to what sort of person asked for such specific things.
Discovering his assigned duties hadn't taken but a moment, and she'd immediately signed herself up for pod duty with him. When their time came, Sasha was certain to be there first - and while she waited, she braided her hair, idly pacing around the various pods.
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 10:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 7:18 am
Oh, he was so precious. Sasha wistfully entertained the thought that he might look rather pretty with tears streaking down his face, or even blood. She couldn't remember the last time she'd come across someone so effervescent, and he was really quite perfect in his politeness, his happiness - and he'd skipped to his chair. She wanted to defile him. "Mikael, what a pleasure, I'm Sasha." Her voice was schooled into something wickedly polite, and she reached out to grasp his hand - squeezing just a little too hard (it was almost exhilarating how the bones of his hand shifted beneath the pressure of her fingers) before releasing him. He was like a breath of fresh air. "Is this your first time at pod duty?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 2:34 pm
Mikael decided he'd found another nice person - of which thus far there were few on the island. "Hello Sasha!" he said, and did not even register the odd handshake, used to subtle pains in odd ways, always fairly determined to think the best of people. He did subconsciously rub his hand as he withdrew it though, just to return the feeling to it.
"And yes. First time at pod duty." he confirmed solemnly. "But I have read manual. And the man I was talking to said you just sit. And watch. He called them stiffs. But they are not dead??" he shrugged his shoulders. "I will do my best anyway, I always do my best, my teachers say that it is my best quality!"
He beamed at her. "What is your best quality?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 3:28 pm
"My best quality?"
She was completely floored, and a little taken aback. He wanted to know her best quality?
There were so many.
"I think that my dedication is my very best quality. But I am also a very accomplished flautist, as well, Mikael. Do you play any instruments?"
She moved towards the nearest chair, took a seat, moved it closer to the one next to it, and then patted the empty chair.
"Come sit. I want to hear all about you. Pod duty is rather boring, so we'll have plenty of time to talk."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 3:34 pm
Mik couldn't conceal his enthusiasm at Sasha being able to play the flute. "I can play the piano!" he said. "Mor didn't like me doing it, but my far played and I loved to listen. Its one of the main things I remember. I'm pretty good!" He wasn't all that good, but did at least have potential.
He sat down, all barely contained delight. "I draw too! I enjoy art, painting and things like that! I would love to hear you play sometime Sasha. I would like that very much."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 3:46 pm
She wanted to eat him alive. She wanted to crack open his chest and dig around for that spark of enthusiasm that seemed to be a part of everything he did, devour it, and claim it as her own. "I would love to play our instruments together, wouldn't that be fun, Mikael? And you like to draw, ooh, I think there's some supplies stashed here from long ago, I'll be right back." Sasha slipped out of her seat, gave him a grin that was far more teeth than it ought to be, and disappeared from sight. She returned mere moments later, arms laden with various coloring supplies. "A long time ago we actually had a talent show, and I helped make flyers. There were doughnuts there, I remember very vividly. Do you like doughnuts, Mikael?" She dropped the goods on the floor at his feet and took her seat once more. "Is Mor your weapon?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 3:52 pm
"Amazing! Thank you" he said, clapping his hands eagerly at the colouring materials. He'd been missing the ability to draw anything on the island for some time, whatever pens and paper he managed to procure were usually property of someone or other and he always had to give them back. "I would like to play with you, yes. I was learning before I came here, I learned at school so mor would not know."
He gave Sasha a dopey curious look before he seemed to catch on. "Oh! Mor is Mother." he said, correcting himself. "I lived with my Mor. But she is not here." His smile faltered a little. "Far is here." he said, a little of the joy going out of his tone.
"My weapon is called Fenrir, he is a Varg. A wolf!" and to establish this he drew a huge, huge wolf on the page that almost filled it up. "He is always all teeth and telling me to not be a pup. But I told him I am a human pup, he does not like that one bit."
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 4:06 pm
"You're welcome. You may keep them, if you like."
This just kept getting better.
"What language is that?"
It felt like Christmas.
"And why didn't she want you to learn the piano?"
She had so many questions, and it was very unlike her to be so very curious about anyone - but this one was special.
"He looks very fierce," Sasha crooned softly. "Have you made very many friends on the island?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 4:16 pm
"Thank you so much!" he said, more delighted than a boy his age should really have been about colouring materials. But things were sparse on the island and he'd been left having to make his own entertainment. "I can draw you things to pay you back. Maybe one day it will be worth something." He gave her a bright smile, genuinely believing that art simply accumulated worth over time regardless of its quality.
"Swedish. Svenska!" he said helpfully. "I lived in Sweden a long time, till we moved to England. Then I had to learn to speak better. Mor still spoke it at home, I am breaking habits slowly."
He looked to his picture, kicking his legs as he finished drawing the vast wolf and instead switched to drawing a thin man with blonde hair with focus on his eyes, blade in one hand holding it up to Sasha for inspection. "Because far played it. She always warned me not to become like him. She said Jan was allmänfarlig brottsling. Dangerous. He tried to hurt us when I was little. But I should still be able to play! I enjoy music." he turned serious at this, he'd always been determined he would play regardless of what his mother said, pushed to even greater defiance the more she disapproved.
"I have some friends. Not many. Peyton helps to look after me and Harrison is helpful to me. And now you, you are my friend Sasha!"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 9:22 pm
"Oh yes, please, and perhaps once you have drawn me a masterpiece, we can find a place on the wall of my room to hang it, together, mm?"
She drank in that bright smile and helpful tone of voice, brows arching. "So we both speak languages other than english, Mikael. I speak French. I was raised there, until I came here to the island, but le cochon le plus dégoûtant - my father - also taught me to speak very good English."
The next bit of news had Sasha's eyes narrowing, then widening, a wicked, terrible expression creeping steadily across her face. That face looked really quite familiar, despite the way it was drawn - and paired with the name, it didn't take Sasha that long to push together the pieces to a certain extent.
"Oh, Mikael, I think we will become the very best of friends. I have to warn you, little darling, that some might tell you I am not a good friend. What would you say to them, Mikael?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 10:12 pm
"You would do that?" Mikael said, clearly touched by the fact she would want to put his art on the wall at all, he had felt really under-appreciated since he got here with people wanting him to murder things rather than pursue his true calling. "I will make it a really special one for you." he said.
At the mention that she spoke French, he looked interested. "Really? French is difficult I think. My English is getting better but sometimes I was made fun of when I did not know a word." He hadn't understood why people felt the need to be mean about things like that, he could talk rings around them in swedish, after all.
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His surprised delight at Sasha's enthusiasm had him put down his pen and eagerly throw wide his arms for a hug. "I would tell them that they were just the most wrong people ever! You are one of the best friends I have ever had!"
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 7:44 am
"Of course I would, for you, Mikael." Sasha was starting to feel as though someone had specifically found Mikael for her, wrapped him up in a Life coat, and delivered him to her - like a gift, really. A gift she wanted nothing more than to rip open with her nails and teeth. A gift she wanted to build up, and up, and up so that she could discard all the pieces she no longer wanted so that she might mold him into something useful. "Only fools make fun of things they do not understand, Mikael." She gave him a small smile, one that grew when he flung his arms open. Her fingers itched to pull his hair, to wrap her fingers around his throat and squeeze. Instead, she wrapped her arms around him and softly whispered in his ear. "And you are the best friend that I have ever had, Mikael. You will come to me for anything you need, won't you? If you are frightened, or worried?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 2:59 pm
"Yes!" Mikael said. "People are always scared of that." And maybe he hadn't understood things himself, but his mother hadn't understood his father or the piano playing. So she'd been scared of it, and so many people on this island seemed scared of nothing at all when all it had been was nice.
He nodded against her - she smelled real nice - and agreed.
"I would like that, you can be my secret keeper, I can tell you all the things that I want to tell people." Though it didn't seem like there were many of these things going around inside his apparently empty head. "I think mostly right now I'm worried that something will happen to the people who take care of me the same way things happened to take me away from my mo- mother."
And there was the lack of emotional points of reference, they were really upsetting. The things he'd always done didn't seem to be working as well. Or well, they hadn't. He felt fine now.
"Don't let them take you away too."
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2014 3:21 pm
Sasha pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, lingering slightly to enjoy the way her teeth ached to sink into his skin. He was such a pretty little thing, so sweet and she'd been lucky enough to claim him before anyone else had had a chance to. He didn't seem all that bright, but Sasha didn't need someone intelligent. She needed and wanted someone compliant and eager to please - and Mikael was shaping up to be exactly that.
The perfect little pet.
"Your secret keeper, I like the sound of that. It will be important that we trust one another, more than anyone else, no matter what anyone says about either of us."
Sasha tightened her arms around him just slightly - it was what a normal person would do at such a point, she decided .
"I won't be going anywhere. And maybe, if I need to, I could come to you for help? If I need anything?"
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