Caitlin straight up shoots the first pour, and after pouring a second one
that she plans to sip instead, settles easily into the seat by the fire.
The alcohol and the warmth both help calm her down a little, and Iris's
reassurance that they'll be able to go back and visit is ... promising.
Confusing, but promising.
"We were lovers in a breach," she explains. "That's how it started, anyway.
The one -- I guess it was almost a year ago, now, where we were all ..."
'Fantasy' means nothing anymore, so that's a poor descriptor. "... fairies
and demons and werewolves and things. When we came out of it, I asked him
out. That ... hmm." She remembers the easy way that he flirted right back
to her, pleasant and genial, like the kind of guy who would be willing to
at least give it a shot and see where it went. "We didn't really go
out, per se, but ... we were friends. We spent a lot of time together.
And he didn't care which part of me was in control. I think he knew even
before I did that I was always me. He was patient. Kind. He really
-- he really cared. He cared about people and he cared about his job here
and he -- he would've been a really great warden for someone. But no -- no
one really gave him a chance, and now he's gone." Her voice is
starting to wobble a bit, so she takes another drink and blows out a long,
slow breath to try and steady herself. "He pissed off someone that a lot of
people really like, okay, sure, it happens. But he wasn't malicious,
and people shouldn't just -- just write him off entirely because of that
and hate him forever."
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Date: 2018-12-28 12:47 am (UTC)Caitlin straight up shoots the first pour, and after pouring a second one that she plans to sip instead, settles easily into the seat by the fire. The alcohol and the warmth both help calm her down a little, and Iris's reassurance that they'll be able to go back and visit is ... promising. Confusing, but promising.
"We were lovers in a breach," she explains. "That's how it started, anyway. The one -- I guess it was almost a year ago, now, where we were all ..." 'Fantasy' means nothing anymore, so that's a poor descriptor. "... fairies and demons and werewolves and things. When we came out of it, I asked him out. That ... hmm." She remembers the easy way that he flirted right back to her, pleasant and genial, like the kind of guy who would be willing to at least give it a shot and see where it went. "We didn't really go out, per se, but ... we were friends. We spent a lot of time together. And he didn't care which part of me was in control. I think he knew even before I did that I was always me. He was patient. Kind. He really -- he really cared. He cared about people and he cared about his job here and he -- he would've been a really great warden for someone. But no -- no one really gave him a chance, and now he's gone." Her voice is starting to wobble a bit, so she takes another drink and blows out a long, slow breath to try and steady herself. "He pissed off someone that a lot of people really like, okay, sure, it happens. But he wasn't malicious, and people shouldn't just -- just write him off entirely because of that and hate him forever."