kyriff | 001. every story is a song // open post.

[ Cisco hangs her head a little, looks up and straight at the bottles that line the back of the bar without really looking at them so much as past them. ]

He's been so good to the kids. [ The words are soft and she looks back down at her drink, teeth catching at her bottom lip. ]

[And he's watching her with a smile, and squeezing her hand.]

He loves them, just like he loves you.

[He wants everything he says and every little gesture he makes to be reassuring. He hopes that she's past the point of taking it.]

If he didn't care... well, neither of you would be in this position right now. Walking away is easy to do, after all.

That's true, [ there's a hitch between those two syllables, and she squeezes Rethe's hand back, her free one leaning an elbow on the counter, the fingers idly tracing her brow in a habit she'd picked up sometime between raising the children in backwater Thailand and coming home to Falner.

Her chest doesn't feel quite as tight now, and the room upstairs not so imposing in the fact that everything in it belongs to the man who'd left only hours before.

When she and Cen are okay, it feels like her home away from home.

When they aren't... well.

She clears her throat then and straightens, her hand drawing away from Rethe's so that she can hug herself, elbows planted on the bar as she glances briefly over her shoulder at DJ currently spinning at the booth.

When she comments next, it's not about Cen. She can let the issue lie for now. Rethe was always good company, and the last thing she wanted was to be the consistent wet blanket. ]

I have to plan a themed birthday party. [ She says it with the exasperated tones of a mother who has just been asked the near-impossible. ] They discovered the Doctor Who DVD collection 108 got me years ago.

[ Vintage. The shows from when she was in her twenties are vintage, now. ]

Maggie insists on being Amy. Renae is horrified at how she's declared that he can be Rory.

[And he welcomes the shift because he knows what she is trying to do. He'll accept it, for the moment.]

At least you're now certain that your children have good taste. [Smiling.] That's a bit hard to come by, you know.

[He liked kids. He wasn't ever going to have any of his own, so...]

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Well, Renae said yes on the one condition that there had to be a functional TARDIS.

[ She is resisting the urge to roll her eyes in amusement.

( Yes. Talk about the children. It was a good enough distraction to feelings she needed to process, the way she did, every.year since they came home. )

She chuckles, though. ]

And then proceeded to ask that since dragons and demons and people with powers like the X-Men existed, would it be entirely possible that Britain's best-kept secret was a man who didn't really die per se, and who travelled a with a quirky blue box.

[He's listening to all this with a quiet smile on his face. That smile that tells you that He Knows Something Few Others Know.

Funny, really, to see how influential Doctor Who was as a series. One had to wonder...]

I suppose it could be.

[Graceful, as ever.]

[ This is Cisco eyeing you, Rethe. Her This-One-Knows-Something senses are tingling--

--but all she gives is a smile, a mere quirk of the lips before she leans back against the rest of her seat. ]

Thank you. [ Quiet now, calmer. ]

[He only smiles at her, and gives her a kiss on the cheek and a pat to the shoulder.]

You know how to find me. I'll always be around, okay?

[ This is her arm catching him by the waist, and pulling him in for a hug that she dares to do because this is Rethe and sometimes it's necessary to be ballsy enough to invade his space. ]

Thank you, [ she says again before finally letting him go. ] And I will.

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[He welcomes that hug, even if it surprises him a little. It's... nice, knowing that he can help people out even in the smallest fashions, and receiving some affection in return.]

Now... will you let this boy buy a lady like yourself a drink?

[ A quiet nod. ] Why not.

Not every day a girl like me gets an offer like that from an angel.

001. every story is a song // open post.

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dear rethe, pls to remember that the whole of falner is pretty much like your nursery.

WELL YES, BUT.

NO BUTS. also orz so late. forever late.

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