Genny leans right into me, and her voice is soft. "I'll be brave. It's still you, ain't it? It's all...you. I won't be scared of you."
Oh, kid. Kiss the top of her head gently. Not a coward, my Genny, for all she's gentle, yielding, kind. Trusting. "Still me," I say against her hair. "Not going to let anything bad happen to you, Gen."
Syl's thinking practically, of course. "Hey, Tez, I beat th'ghost, yeah? 'r passed th'test, 'r whatever...somethin' sim'lar fer th'bird? Some way t'make it cool off 'r somethin'? An' even if'ere ain't...know y'gave me somethin' after I dealt wit' th'ghost. That be 'nough t'make th'bird leave me be?"
Reach out to Syl, link a finger through hers and pull gently. She unfolds a bit and lets herself be tugged over, so that I can get my free arm round her waist. Don't care if she thinks I'm sentimental: I just want them both here against me, Syl wiry-strong and smelling of smoke and herbs and Genny soft and trusting.
"Same deal," I say to Syl. "Same courage, to reach and grasp...and yes. What I gave you, I'd recognise that, no matter what." My blessing might not always have been something to be trusted, but I think with it she'd be safe even if I was so far gone that I didn't recognise Syl herself. Which I have difficulty imagining.
"When we doin'is?"
"Soon as possible." Fuck, I want Lilith out of here. Idea that she could be here now, not so far away at all, all the fire and presence of her folded down into a human shape so that I can't find her until it's too late...no. "When you're ready, the two of you. Soon as."
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Date: 2009-02-18 09:45 pm (UTC)Oh, kid. Kiss the top of her head gently. Not a coward, my Genny, for all she's gentle, yielding, kind. Trusting. "Still me," I say against her hair. "Not going to let anything bad happen to you, Gen."
Syl's thinking practically, of course. "Hey, Tez, I beat th'ghost, yeah? 'r passed th'test, 'r whatever...somethin' sim'lar fer th'bird? Some way t'make it cool off 'r somethin'? An' even if'ere ain't...know y'gave me somethin' after I dealt wit' th'ghost. That be 'nough t'make th'bird leave me be?"
Reach out to Syl, link a finger through hers and pull gently. She unfolds a bit and lets herself be tugged over, so that I can get my free arm round her waist. Don't care if she thinks I'm sentimental: I just want them both here against me, Syl wiry-strong and smelling of smoke and herbs and Genny soft and trusting.
"Same deal," I say to Syl. "Same courage, to reach and grasp...and yes. What I gave you, I'd recognise that, no matter what." My blessing might not always have been something to be trusted, but I think with it she'd be safe even if I was so far gone that I didn't recognise Syl herself. Which I have difficulty imagining.
"When we doin'is?"
"Soon as possible." Fuck, I want Lilith out of here. Idea that she could be here now, not so far away at all, all the fire and presence of her folded down into a human shape so that I can't find her until it's too late...no. "When you're ready, the two of you. Soon as."