transitioner (transitioner) wrote in pastprologueic, @ 2015-07-08 12:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | !type: log, character: lincoln campbell, character: skye |
WHO: Skye and Lincoln
WHERE: Ontario
WHEN: Before being called for this. Like RIGHT before.
WHAT: Fledgling Inhuman team on the road toward justice. Pit stop.
RATING: Ehhh, probably not high. TBD.
STATUS: log; in progress
It was a nice late afternoon in Ontario. The sun was out, the temperature was decent, and Lincoln was saddled with filling up the gas once they pulled into the gas station. He nudged his sunglasses more firmly on his nose and took a look around, just curious at the moment. He didn't have that automatic danger sense most people did, and he felt like the longer he worked with SHIELD, the more he might look at every corner with suspicion. He was undecided on how good or bad that was. He was undecided on how good or bad any of this was. It was only earlier this year when Lincoln figured his world was steady and sure. Afterlife was safe. The Elders were content. Gordon was his conduit to the outside world, and when he showed up asking for help with a new transition, he said sure, why not? Little did he know where that path was leading him. It was uneven and he was still stumbling his way on it, but still walking. Move with change, Lincoln. Accept it and make it a part of yourself. A flicker of guilt swirled in his belly as those words echoed in his mind. Jiaying's words. She followed her own advice, only she decided to make the change, and to force change for others. He wasn't certain which truth would be more comforting: that she was exactly who she presented, he just couldn't see the darkness in her, or she lied the entire time and he cared about a fantasy. Skye was assigned to Lincoln because her mother trusted him. Did they betray him, or was it the other way around? He didn't know, and it worried him more when he was in Afterlife. He saw his people and their inscrutable expressions when he walked by. It was easier to think of this task as one the Elders wanted him on, not one he begged them to approve. At least they were in Canada and not surrounded by celebrating people waving around American flags. He could fake a lot of cheer, but not that much cheer. His smile at Skye was real at least, when she came back to the car. She was the only thing these days that made sense. "Ever notice how in those action movies, people never have to stop and do normal things? Fill up the car, eat lunch, watch for road signs?" |