As she hands it over, for a moment there's--a moment. A different moment.
They're seated in the playroom; she's wearing a denim dress and her hair is loose and wavy, her face like less war-like. Younger still. Nimble fingers wind ribbons through Ingress's hair; interlacing blue and gold. "You look good," she says finally, giggling a little. "Girl you look good," saying it the way her mother does.
And then the words are there (http://ofthatantet.livejournal.com/49800.html?thread=902024#t902024), as they never seem to be when she's awake.
"Being a girl," she says, looking down, "it's like anything else. You come correct or you've already lost. You have to wake up every day ready to fight. Because they will make you fight. Sometimes they will." She raises her eyes, Eddie (Dean) Toren's eyes, to meet Ingress's.
"You'll fight. You'll bleed."
"But you'll win." She takes a brand from the campfire and holds it up like a torch; like a blade.
She turns back to the shadows, and her voice is thunder. "For 'Riza!" she shouts. "For Chloe and the White!"
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Re: Not all is as it seems
Date: 2010-05-18 03:50 am (UTC)They're seated in the playroom; she's wearing a denim dress and her hair is loose and wavy, her face like less war-like. Younger still. Nimble fingers wind ribbons through Ingress's hair; interlacing blue and gold. "You look good," she says finally, giggling a little. "Girl you look good," saying it the way her mother does.
And then the words are there (http://ofthatantet.livejournal.com/49800.html?thread=902024#t902024), as they never seem to be when she's awake.
"Being a girl," she says, looking down, "it's like anything else. You come correct or you've already lost. You have to wake up every day ready to fight. Because they will make you fight. Sometimes they will." She raises her eyes, Eddie (Dean) Toren's eyes, to meet Ingress's.
"You'll fight. You'll bleed."
"But you'll win." She takes a brand from the campfire and holds it up like a torch; like a blade.
She turns back to the shadows, and her voice is thunder. "For 'Riza!" she shouts. "For Chloe and the White!"