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complexfemalecharacter) wrote2021-05-22 12:54 pm
complexfemalecharacter) wrote2021-05-22 12:54 pm
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[gideon]
Maeve has no idea what she's walking into.
She had offered, though, and Gideon is one of her closest friends, and so she has her bag slung over her shoulder, shoulders hunched against a bit of rain that pricks at her face as she walks toward Gideon's building. She'd thought her own arrival was bad, but the idea that Gideon is dead keeps rolling over in her mind and she doesn't know what to make of it, doesn't even know what to think.
But Maeve, for all her attempts to keep to herself and for every irritated word she spits out against people as a whole, she's also unwaveringly loyal to the people who earn it, to those who deserve it. And Gideon does.
So freaked out or not, she's headed there now, texting Steve to let him know she'll be out for the evening, she'll talk to him when she gets home again. She keeps up texting with him for awhile, passing the walk, letting him ease her anxiety a bit when he sends her a picture of a cute dog he'd seen at work.
She's pretty lucky with Steve and by the time she reaches Gideon's building, she's a little more relaxed. She doesn't know how long it'll last, though, and as she buzzes Gideon's flat, she brings her hand to her mouth, chewing on her ragged thumbnail.
She had offered, though, and Gideon is one of her closest friends, and so she has her bag slung over her shoulder, shoulders hunched against a bit of rain that pricks at her face as she walks toward Gideon's building. She'd thought her own arrival was bad, but the idea that Gideon is dead keeps rolling over in her mind and she doesn't know what to make of it, doesn't even know what to think.
But Maeve, for all her attempts to keep to herself and for every irritated word she spits out against people as a whole, she's also unwaveringly loyal to the people who earn it, to those who deserve it. And Gideon does.
So freaked out or not, she's headed there now, texting Steve to let him know she'll be out for the evening, she'll talk to him when she gets home again. She keeps up texting with him for awhile, passing the walk, letting him ease her anxiety a bit when he sends her a picture of a cute dog he'd seen at work.
She's pretty lucky with Steve and by the time she reaches Gideon's building, she's a little more relaxed. She doesn't know how long it'll last, though, and as she buzzes Gideon's flat, she brings her hand to her mouth, chewing on her ragged thumbnail.
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More and more, Maeve doesn't know what she thinks of Harrow. The way it sounds, if someone had treated her like that, Maeve would have walked away and never looked back. But she's always had an easy time in cutting people off. She's been on her own for so long, she knows she would never keep someone around if they couldn't be kind.
Except she kept Otis around, no matter how bloody stupid he got.
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"She did," says Gideon, something sullen smoldering in her golden eyes for a moment. "Rolled a stone over me. Don't know what I think about it yet. But... It was the one thing I ever really chose in my life and she couldn't even let me have that."
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"It doesn't sound like she gives a damn about you," she says honestly. "It sounds like she was lonely and selfish and kept you around because she needed you, but never gave you anything in return and that's a shite way to be a friend."
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It's a question that Gideon doesn't entirely have an answer to. She'd started to realise something on the First, something that had felt formless and painful until a couple of hours ago when she'd seen Harrow for the first time in months and something coalesced. She rolls one shoulder.
"I love her." Her coppery eyebrows draw together. "I'm in love with her."
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It isn't exactly the same, but in the end, Maeve still thinks manipulation and abuse are what they are. Romantic love, familial love, people just use it all as a reason to treat someone like garbage and she doesn't think anyone needs to put up with that.
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"Things started to change, before," says Gideon. She lowers her head to rest in her hands. "I've...got to believe they can keep changing. Maybe they can't." She looks up at her friend and rolls one shoulder in a shrug. "But I've got to try."
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So she nods, chewing her lower lip before she says, "Just make sure you're not the only one trying."
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She nods and then, after a moment, she slides her hand the table, turning it palm up and wiggling her fingers at Maeve. "I promise," she says, with a lopsided smile. "Cross my heart."