Re: [B&B: Nishka and Atticus]
She glanced up at the word ‘car’, pausing for a second and then nodding, her frown deepening just a little as the memory of the crash flitted behind her eyes. She took another drink from her beer, wishing it was something stronger, though part of her was glad that it wasn’t.
His laugh cut through the fog of memory that had settled over her and she forced herself to smile, at least a little. Putting the onus of belief back on her. She shrugged a little, as if to say ‘I still haven’t decided’, but she had. Ghosts weren’t real, she was adamant about that. Despite the fact that Loki had taken up residence inside her, and that James had been harbouring Loki’s wife. Despite the fact that many of her friends she’d left behind in LA had also been home to other gods. But with all the strangeness surrounding her lately, she needed something normal to cling to. Ghosts weren’t real, end of story. Even if they were.
He gave her something else to think about then, an innocent enough question that was actually quite complicated. “LA, most recently,” she said, leaning against the counter and then thinking better of it when her ribs protested. She sucked in a quick breath and stayed standing, adjusting her stance to be a bit more comfortable. “That’s where…it happened,” she added with a meaningful glance. “Chicago before that, and I was born in Portland.” She looked down at the bottle in her hand, one thumbnail worrying at the edge of the green label.
“I’m on my way home to my brother, but…I had to stop here first. For closure.” She sighed, feeling suddenly tired just thinking about the mess she was trying to unravel. “The accident…it was a hit and run. I’m trying to find out who was driving that night.” She needed this, for James as much as herself. She knew, she knew, he couldn’t rest until she found those answers. And neither could she.