fridgetothefire | 015 ☣ Voice + Spam

[Private to Alex, Bruce, Ben, Cass, and Pietro.]

I'm going to be okay.

[Private to the above + Riddick, Felix, Cassel, Rhade, and Dean.]

Let me know if you made it. Please.

[Public, a day or two after.]

If anyone who got hurt is still laid up, in the infirmary or wherever else, and wants me to bring them some books from the library, I'd be happy to.

I can read to you too, if you want, although I can't make promises how long my voice will last.

[It's still a little bit hoarse from screaming, but Anya knows all about painful, boring recoveries. She imagines most people on the barge will have more company than she used to, but it can't hurt to offer.]

[Spam for Erik]

[After a night of deep, utterly dreamless post-adrenaline-crash sleep, Anya manages to drag herself into out of bed, because she can't stand the thought of more trail rations when she could get real breakfast. And there in the hall, just stepping out of his own room, is Erik. He's not her father, he never was and he never will be. But he's something like it, and he told her stories once, trying to protect her from the man who keeps haunting her all too literally. After a moment of staring, Anya flings herself at him and clings on tight.]

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[It's a noise that lances straight through to Dean's heart, and some of the shine has worn off his own voice when he replies.]

As much as I really, really doubt you could ever not be of much use? No one's in any shape for bullshit repairs.

You like ice cream?

I kind of wrecked my hands, is all.

[But her voice is a little lighter. His confidence in her is a balm. A little abashed, she admits,]

And, uh, I've never had ice cream, actually.

[She kind of remembers Anya-from-Bargewell liking it, but she doesn't actually recall what it was like.]

[Dean normally has enough confidence for anyone talking to him to borrow; he hasn't noticed himself becoming protective of her, but he'd hardly be surprised, and it's easy just now.]

Well then you're in luck on both counts, because I have just the thing.

Also, that's a crime against all decency. You like chocolate okay?

You Americans are very evangelistic about your junk food.

[She is totally in favor of this.]

Yeah, I like chocolate.

Not that I know what that means, but I assure you we have our priorities straight.

You sit tight, I'll be r-... you in your cabin or?

I could come over. My room doesn't really have furniture for two.

Sure, if you're okay with that.

I'll leave the door unlocked. Come on whenever, I'll supply the soda and ice cream.

Sounds like a good plan to me.

[She kicks lightly at the base of the door instead of knocking.]

Hi, Dean. Cheers.

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