Marina Scherbatskaya (scherbatskaya) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2015-09-17 23:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2018 [09] september, antón guerrero, marina scherbatskaya |
Who: Marina and Antón (with Bishop and some Dogs in the background)
Where: Hilton off Red River Street
What: family reunion, episode 2
When: September 6, afternoon after these texts
This might be a trap. In fact, it was most definitely a trap. It was too good to be true that Antón had made it through quarantine, crossed back into Texas, traveled to San Antonio, spoke to Emmanuel, traveled to Austin, landed himself at UMCB and was on the freenet looking for her. This had to be a trick of Emmanuel and he was just looking for her so he could finish what he started. Fuck. She was probably going to die and she’d dragged Bishop and some of the other guys into this. She should have just gone alone. At least that way no one would have to get hurt because of her stupidity. There was no way to change the plan since they were coming into Austin now, fast approaching the meeting place she’d told Antón. Once they were closer, their brigade slowed down and by the time they were a block out, the patches Bishop had brought along were congregated on the sidelines, only to be beckoned if things started going south. She hopped of the back of Bishop's ride, giving him a thankful smile, before walking out towards the lonely figure standing up ahead. By the time she was close enough to see the features on his face, her heart was pounding heavily in her chest. This was real. Antón was real. She really really really hoped this wasn't a trap. "Aren't you a sight for sore eyes," she teased, finding it so damn hard not to grin. He’s right in front of her and he’s all in one piece and he’s real. Then, still a foot away, she stopped walking, the grin taking over her face, and said, "Hi." “Hi yourself,” was Anton’s gruff reply, a heartbeat before his face cracked into a broad, bright grin. A wave of relief washed over him as he took in the sight of her, comparing and contrasting the woman in front of him with the girl from his memories. He could’ve closed the gap between them and took her into his arms, but, in that moment, he couldn’t bring himself to move. Some small part of him was convinced this whole thing would prove to be some elaborate mindtrick, some ruse. Maybe it would’ve been easier if everything wasn’t happening so quickly (had it really been a little over half an hour since he’d posted on the freenet?), but he couldn’t bring himself to be mad about that. He was glad it hadn’t been a Herculean feat to locate her. There hadn’t been any word from Nadia herself yet, though there had been plenty from those who seemed to have her best interests at heart. That was—jarring, but Anton supposed he could wait a little bit longer. He had Marina, after all. She was here and whole and, most importantly, safe. That thought was the jolt he needed to shake him out of his irrational wariness, and he quickly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you in one piece, manita,” he murmured into her hair. “The shit I heard in San Antonio…” He trailed off, but not before a degree of anger crept into his voice. Time was moving so fast but she was frozen in this moment, taking in all of Antón... hearing the sound of his voice and seeing the familiar grin on his face. She never thought she’d see him again. He was sent to get Nadia and Marina had been prepared to not see him for a few weeks but then the geeks came. A few weeks had turned into two years. After that much time and given the circumstances of him traveling from Brazil to Texas by foot in a world where the dead didn’t stay dead, she never thought she’d see him again. And suddenly time was moving again as Antón’s arms wrapped around her, enclosing her in an embrace. Her arms slid around his waist, pulling him closer, not able to stand being separated from him any more than they could help. Two years without a hug from the man who was as good as her brother was too fucking long. “Screw you, I’m tough as nails,” she murmured into his chest, “Gonna take more than that to break me.” She let herself melt into Antón a few moments more before pulling her head back and looking up at him. “What did they tell you? Jefe broke his favorite toy and left her in Austin?” |