fridgetothefire: (innocence he said you're alone here)
Anya Lehnsherr | Earth 97400 ([personal profile] fridgetothefire) wrote 2015-04-04 05:33 pm (UTC)

I can do that.

[It sounds like a child's promise in her mouth, tremulous and a tiny bit petulant, Anya at three years old getting dressed in her winter layers or crawling into the little chicken coop for eggs, telling her indulgent father I can do that all by myself! like so many children before and after her. An aspirational promise, hopeful of being trusted with the opportunity, nervous of the weight.

She can't make everything turn out fine. But she can watch over him. Wants to, for the rest of their lives.

She doesn't know if it's the right thing to say, or if there is a right thing to say, if she should be quashing this. But it's already firmly planted in liminal space by the barge's caprice, the lines between her and Her blurred with every soft thudding beat, and she wants so badly to be enough.

She leans toward him too, wraps an arm gingerly around his shoulders, approving, welcoming. Echoes herself, in the way that is meant to sound like a confident reaffirmation but generally sounds like the speaker needs to convince herself.]


I can do that.

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