Fray (whatacliche) wrote in thedisplaced, @ 2018-08-25 19:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, eliot waugh, fray |
WHO: Eliot & Fray Waugh
WHERE: JJ’s diner
WHEN: TODAY
WHAT: Eliot tells Fray about his engagement
WARNINGS: None
STATUS: Complete in gdocs
Eliot shifted in the booth, pressing his back against the wall and turning his body so he outstretched his legs. He picked up his fork and stabbed a piece of syrup drenched sausage, easily taking a bite of it, before his eyes flashed across the table to look at his daughter. With the way the past few weeks had gone, Eliot hadn't gotten to spend a lot of time with her due to the survival training courses. He also hadn't really found the time to tell her, or much of anyone else, the recent developments. Quentin, Margo and Fen knew but Fray's schedule held him back from simply announcing it. He went to get another bite. "You are enjoying the survival classes, aren't you?" Fray had been through a lot over the summer and she’d learned a lot of new things. She’d even re-visited the idea of Earth clothes, but eventually she’d just stuck with the ones that she had. She wasn’t sure if there was someone else she could ask to make her clothes, but there were always the dresses. The Earth dresses were not so bad as the garment called jeans. But she didn’t mind very much. “Yes, but they’re over now. School is starting soon.” She let out a small sigh. She didn’t want to go back to school, but it was inevitable. “I think they’re offering the survival course again, though. During school.” "They are. That will at least be something to look forward to," he commented, and that had actually been what he was wanting to suggest. He knew she didn't really enjoy school but she had enjoyed that summer curriculum. It would be something else she could enjoy. "Do you think you might have any interest in learning how to fight with a blade or a sword?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as he went to get a section of waffle. Fray nodded. She did like that part. She didn’t mind Rhys either. He was okay for someone that wasn’t really part of what she considered her inner circle of people. She’d figure school out enough to get through it and eventually she’d be finished and she could avoid it altogether. Except Eliot had brought up the fact that she could take classes specifically for farming. It was, admittedly, of interest. She hadn’t considered that that was a possibility. She blinked up at her dad slowly, coming back to the conversation mid-thought and trying to figure out what she’d missed. It took a moment for her brain to catch up and provide her with the updated part of the conversation. Did she want to learn to fight? Well, that was part of the reason she’d taken the class. Less to learn how to fight and more to learn how to protect herself and everyone else. It had started out as a sort of angry reaction to being hit with the facts that she couldn’t rely on others to protect her from dangerous things. Only then she’d enjoyed it and she’d wanted to do more with it so that she would be proficient enough to keep the people that mattered safe. Ronan and his friends were all very human. Except Marceline. She could take care of herself. Ronan had magic, but it required sleeping and it was a little difficult to sleep in the middle of a crisis. “It could be interesting to add to my list of skills,” she said, finding the answer perhaps a little too diplomatic for her taste. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the thought. “Are you going to teach me or is Mom, because I don’t think I trust your abilities as much.” There. That felt a little more authentic. Eliot turned his gaze to her with the response, a brow raising because even he'd picked up on the fact it felt odd in it's wording. It didn't give any indication as to whether she actually wanted to or not. It felt more like she was offering up an answer that might be expected of her. But the sass was back a moment later and there was a smile that crossed his lips. "Your Mother," he said without any hesitation. He might have taken some actual lessons from both Idri and Kylo, but he was not one known for his skill with a blade. That was Fen or Kylo. "Or Kylo?" He asked, carefully, raising his eyebrow again to see if that was going to be rejected as an option. Fray noted the initial response, followed by the second. At least it hadn’t gone long enough for him to really question her or wonder if she was interested. The truth of it was that she wasn’t really sure if she was interested, but she did want to add to her current skills. She could use it. Maybe she would be better off with it. She could even show off to Ronan. She wasn’t sure if he’d think it was cool or not, but she figured she could make it look cool. She glanced down at her food at the mention of Kylo. Not because she didn’t like him. She did. She’d grown to like him a lot more than she’d thought she would in the beginning. Only she felt bad about possibly getting him into trouble. “Whoever wants to teach me would be okay. I just thought you meant Mom because...you know.” She shrugged slightly. “But Kylo’s okay, too.” He was paying firm attention. When she glanced down at her food, he shifted, sitting up properly in a way more dignified of a former monarch. His feet were placed upon the floor and he leaned forward, resting his arm against the table, while his head tilted. "It could be anyone," he commented, "If you actually want to do it. But...I think your Mom would like having something to share with you," he added. He couldn't say for sure but he knew he liked spending time with Fray. He knew Fen would, too, and maybe something that was just theirs would be good for them. But he'd already recommended Kylo. "He could show you swords, she could show you blades." He understand the basic concept that there was some differences to technique. Fray nodded at her dad’s words. She knew that her mom would have liked to spend time with her and teach her things. She’d wanted her to help with the forge. It was supposed to be a punishment, but Fray wondered if it was also supposed to be a way to teach her things. She hadn’t really tried to understand it because she’d been upset at the time. “I think they’d both like to show me.” Kylo, she had a feeling, would see it as preparing her to protect herself from the old guy they didn’t like. Lance or whatever his name was. Fray knew his name was Luke, but she liked to pretend she forgot his name so that it made him feel like he wasn’t important. If she ever ran into him, she would be sure to “forget” his name out loud. Fen would just like to show her how to because it would be a mother-daughter bonding experience. “Mom seems to be getting along well with him,” she said after a moment, her gaze shifting upwards. “So whatever they’d like to do is fine with me.” "Do you want them to show you?" He often worried that suggestions were agreed upon just because he'd suggested them. He'd known there were instances where she'd done this in the past and he didn't want that to be the case, so he was trying to get into the habit of asking if she actually wanted to do things. It was alright for her to say 'no,' after all. There was a flash of a smirk that crossed over Eliot's features at that comment but he didn't reply to it. Instead, he reached out to pick up his glass of orange juice, taking a drink from it. Eliot was well aware of how well Fen and Kylo were getting along these days. He was a highly supportive advocate. He just nodded after a moment to her agreement. She blinked at Eliot for a moment. “I’d have told you if I didn’t want to,” she said after a moment. Which was true. She would have. She did have a habit of agreeing to things for Eliot’s sake, but if she really didn’t want to do something, she had said something about it before. She also noted the look on Eliot’s face when she brought up Fen and Kylo. She’d suspected there was a change, but this solidified her suspicions. She wondered if this was on the list of things she wasn’t supposed to tell Ronan. “Why did you ask about the sword-fighting anyway?” He didn't bother explaining why he had asked for certainty. She had given him her typical answer but it held the certainty he wanted to make sure was there. "I'm sure they will then." He was about to begin eating again when she asked the question. "Seemed if you were really invested with the lessons, we should try to help you as best we can. I can't offer that sort of lesson but they could." He drew in a breath. "Families do that. Teach what they know." He shrugged. Eliot was acting weird. Fray couldn’t explain the weird or put her finger on where it came from, but it was there. She picked at her food a little bit as she tried to understand things. Considering he drew in a breath before the last part, she felt it might have been that, but that didn’t make sense as they’d already been a family before. “Oh. Okay?” "Okay," he repeated, as he prodded his waffle with his fork. He allowed some silence. He hadn't wanted to just come out and say what was on his mind necessarily when they first arrived. She'd been away off and on for what felt like weeks now. It was not really any different then when she was in school but perhaps because he wasn't working at the moment, it felt like a noticeable absence. He wanted to hear more about her. It had been long enough now and really, to hell with the delay. "So, Kylo and I are going to get married." Fray tilted her head when he spoke, looking for traces of a joke or something. Not finding it, she ate a bit more of her food. “That explains why you’re acting weird,” she said after a moment. That wouldn’t really be the response he was looking for, though. He was likely saying it for a specific reaction. She was glad to hear it, but she wasn’t sure what to say. She considered it for a moment, however. “When is the wedding? I am not certain of Earth traditions. What will I have to do?” "Am I?" He replied, glancing to her with a raised eyebrow. He hadn't quite felt like he was acting weird but maybe he was. He waved the idea off before a shrug. "We don't know." There was very little talk going on outside of knowing they were going to. "I'd like for you to be there. That is all I would ask you to do." There was a quick nod. “Your face does this...thing.” As if that made sense, but it did to her. “And you have been...quiet. I wasn’t sure exactly why, but you are less you than normal. Recently.” But she didn’t quite understand that. “Shouldn’t you be more you if you’re getting married?” She studied Eliot’s face for a moment. “Okay. I’ll be there if you want me to be.” A beat. “You are happy about it, right?” "Do the thing," he said, shifting so he could lean his elbows on the table, clasp his hands together, and rest his chin against them. He looked amused with the request. Mostly, he just wanted to get her to smile, even if she didn't end up following through on trying to mimic him. As for the silence, well, his eyes glanced down for a second, before backup to look at her. "There's been other issues. Nothing to worry about, I promise." It wasn't as though he needed to burden her with any of that. "You're one of the people I want there the most," he reassured her before nodding his head, "I am." Fray rolled her eyes before imitating Eliot’s face when something wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t a perfect imitation, but it was something. Then she ate a few bites of food, listening as Eliot spoke. There was something going on, but he didn’t want to talk about it. She frowned thoughtfully about it. There was nothing she could do, though. Not if he didn’t want her help on it. She supposed she was there. Maybe that would be enough. She offered him a small smile, reaching out to put her hand on his arm. “If you’re happy, I’m happy.” |