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Hercules Hansen ([personal profile] heracleidae) wrote2013-09-06 11:57 pm

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wont: (WHITETHROAT)

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[personal profile] wont 2014-01-05 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ The message comes early. ]

Marshal Hansen, have you seen Engineer Clarke?
wont: (GULL)

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[personal profile] wont 2014-01-05 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
He isn't.
I thought perhaps he might have been called away by work, but all of his things remain in order.
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[personal profile] wont 2014-01-05 10:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Your son has offered to help me look for him.

[ More like he told her to pull on her shoes, but there is no spitting hairs with Chuck. ]

But any word you could spread would be appreciated.
I know he's probably busy somewhere.

He'll probably laugh to know I worried so much, sending out search parties and the like.
Edited 2014-01-05 22:33 (UTC)
wont: (BITTERN)

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[personal profile] wont 2014-01-06 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Alayne doesn't want hard truths and she does; she wants to know and she doesn't. The truth, so often, was a painful thing to hold. That's why she put it aside so often for lies more easily swallowed. Still, despite all of her dancing around the subject, she's tempted to ask: ]

Do you think he's gone?

[ He wouldn't lie to her. Maybe blunt down a few of his rough edges for her benefit, but the marshal was always honest. (Why was she doing this to herself?) ]
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[personal profile] wont 2014-01-06 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's like John in many ways, though not entirely. While the Master Chief gave Alayne the impression of someone who simply failed to understand things like human emotion, Hercules seemed battened down and shorn up tight. Not incapable of these things, but perhaps tired of them; perhaps simply poor at them.

She isn't sure if she's grateful for his answer, but every message that comes fills a space that would otherwise be occupied by the lack of Isaac.
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Half hope is better than no hope at all, isn't it?
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[personal profile] wont 2014-01-06 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's that word again, hope. Such a dangerous, powerful, upsetting thing; it has been Alayne's only friend and her greatest enemy in the past. With Isaac missing, she finds herself at odds with it once more, unsure whether or not she should chase after it or simply give herself over to bitterness. ]

Such things make you sound like Raleigh.

[ He had said something much the same. ]

I've never known soldiers to be very hopeful.
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[personal profile] wont 2014-01-07 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
And yet you are, Marshal Hansen.

[ He's different than Master Chief in that way; Raleigh as well. Too often Alayne finds John's realities to be too stark and too harsh to embrace fully. But Hercules and his rangers, as rough as they were, were capable of something warm in comparison.

It should make Alayne wary, nervous of how easily it could lull her, but flowers turn their faces to the sun for a reason. All living things wish to thrive, in the end; not wither and die, cold and alone.
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I imagine you've fought a very strange war.
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[personal profile] wont 2014-01-08 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ After Arya had left, Raleigh had spoken to Alayne about war and loss and how love was a knife. Caring about other people made a person bold, but it could also slip between one's ribs like a blade, leaving you to bleed out once it's gone. He had told her about Mako, then; about a great love and an even greater loss.

It had brought them closer in the end. Grief often does.
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I know that very many people died — rangers and commonfolk alike.

[ I know your son died. He told me without ever saying the words and I'd confessed to him much the same when we were aboard the cursed ship of the stars. ]

Monsters came out of the sea.
But love saved you.
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[personal profile] wont 2014-01-08 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kaiju, that is what their monsters are called. Alayne tries to imagine what they are like — whether they breathe fire like dragons or if they walk on two legs like giants. But she does not dare speak the word aloud. True monsters come when they are called. ]

I cannot imagine a world where mankind does not war with itself.
Nor can I imagine a world where love does not end in tragedy.


[ There is a pause, followed eventually by another message. ]

Despite his armor of hope, I think Raleigh is sad underneath.
Are you, marshal?
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[personal profile] wont 2014-01-08 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's an answer in and of itself. Perhaps Alayne knew this all along. ]

They say it's selfish, to want someone you love to be here with you, of all places.
But not all of us can go home.


[ Isaac shouldn't go home, not to give himself over to madness and isolation all over again. Just the thought makes Alayne's hands want to ball up into fists at her sides, makes her want to cry or sob or shout at the sky for the world being unfair. Not that those things would win her anything.

So she does nothing at all.
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Some of us have nothing to go home to.

[ She knows, she knows. ]

The walls of your heart must be very strong or very tall, for hope to live there still.
Edited 2014-01-08 20:07 (UTC)
wont: (PELICAN)

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[personal profile] wont 2014-01-08 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That doesn't sound like hope, she wants to tell him but Alayne suspects that Hercules already knows that. Once again she feels that ache beneath her breastbone, the same ache that she feels whenever Isaac can't sleep or when the ghosts hang thick and heavy around him. When she was a child, Alayne had thought knights to be glimmering, romantic things but every man of honor she's ever met has been broken and sad and alone. Waiting for death or welcoming it; dying too young or too old for their story to be a song.

Alayne knows this confession is a secret. She wants to sink her little bird talons into it and make it a nest all its own, made of feather down and straw.
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I'm very fond of you, Hercules, did you know that?
If I asked if we could be friends, would you say yes?
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[personal profile] wont 2014-01-09 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ While Herc's definition of friendship skews in one direction, Alayne's skews in another. For the longest time she'd forgotten what friendship meant and instead simply surrounded herself with the helpful and the useful — those that could protect her and those she could benefit from. (Move or be move, Petyr had said and Alayne had been done playing at being a pawn.) ]

Isaac is old enough to be my father, yet I've never had a friend dearer or more true.

[ He's seen the parts of her she tries so hard to hide and he's never judged her for them. If anything, it's made him love her more. Could anyone else make such a claim?

But talk of Isaac subdues her, makes her a little silent and sullen.
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Soon, I think.

[ Another pause. ]

Perhaps, if you are not too busy, I could see you as well.
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[personal profile] wont 2014-01-09 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It isn't no, so Alayne considers that a victory since men of the marshal's disposition were often quite fond of the word. It isn't a shut door or a turned back; by not refusing her outright, Alayne sees the sliver of opportunity left to her (a seam, a crack, a gate left ajar). If she were cruel, she would try to press such an advantage but as it stands the marshal has given her something already. It should and will suffice for now. Alayne doesn't press. ]

Very well.