Re: Hannah & Jeremiah; Jester's Court
"I think it's rubbish too," she said, stealing his words and claiming them for her own. Rubbish, especially, and she liked how it tasted on her tongue. It sounded like it expressed appropriate dislike, because she really, really did dislike all the books and movies where women died for men to be able to cry over them. She was maybe a little bitter recently, but Repose was kind of a really hard town to be a woman. She'd never felt inferior, not about her sex, not like she did here, and she didn't even know why. Maybe she didn't want to think about it too long, since her current programming was to be a sex doll, to be attractive and desired, and that wasn't the case often in Repose. If it wasn't for the trucker traffic, she wouldn't even have spending money.
But now was about this, about this moment, this castle, their kingdom and their shade citizens, and she smiled when he pressed his cheek to hers and promised nothing would be well-behaved. "I like that. Wild, full of spunk and determination, and she turned her cheek and kissed his, her laughter a soft thing against his skin.
She couldn't save herself, not yet, and she wasn't sure she could save someone else. Oh, she could save them from a bad thing, an assailant, a terrible thing, but that wasn't really the same as saving someone, was it? She wasn't sure, and in so many ways she was brand new. She'd spent over a year in Repose now, and she'd learned so much, but these days she was so confused, and she leaned against the safety of his fingers against her waist. Head to his shoulder, cheek there, and she smiled when he said that he liked it that she was herself with him. "Don't you think it's important to have at least one person see you? See all of you?" She lifted her head again, and she looked at him. "Or do you think that's just for romance novels?" She wasn't sure, and she wished she knew. She really, really wished. "If someone could see me and see all of me, then maybe they could tell me who I am. I'm really confused since my family came into town, and am I who they think I am? Or am I who I've become? Or am I some version that combines both? I'm not really sure at all, not even a little bit."
She turned and looked down at the kingdom, at the shades, and she looked outward as she considered. "Is there anything you're worried that you'll regret?" she asked, looking at the ghosts of people long since gone.