Although many of the Silvers she’d met, she could categorise as ‘not AS BAD as expected’, the children were actually fun. There weren’t many children around Naercey and Kris hadn’t had much time to give them anyway. But here, she had nothing else to do and was finding the kids far more open, and ready to laugh, than their adult counterparts.
Of course she resented them, a bit. They had a childhood she’d never been allowed; never went to bed hungry, had shoes to wear in the winter, they laughed, they played - but far stronger than any resentment was a sense of happiness for them. Just because she hadn’t been given a childhood, that didn’t mean nobody else deserved it - and she couldn’t resent them for being born under lucky stars. She let one of the kids ride on her back, and found a smooth plank of wood on which to make smoke hurricanes. It made them laugh, and it gave Kris a feeling of goodness. There was no moral ambiguity here, and no battles to fight: she’d simply made some kids happy, and that made HER happy. Looking up, she met Noah’s gaze; one of her best friends, a man that had seen her at her worst and not judged her even for a moment, they often found themselves in the same place. Drawn together, like a stone that is tossed in the air is drawn to the ground.
Saying her goodbyes to the group of giggling children, Kris bounded up to Noah and slipped a comfortable arm around his waist. “Maybe I can’t make stuff fly with my mind ‘n shit, but their kids thought I was pretty cool,”. She grinned up at him, hoping he wouldn’t ask if she was okay. Between Noah, Andy, Adri, Aurora, Brooks, and countless others, Kris had been asked if she was okay more in the last month than she has in her entire life before. And it wasn’t that she didn’t appreciate it, but they couldn’t spend all their time worrying about HER, when there were so many more pressing matters in their war-ridden world.
There was something in the genetic makeup of Kristine and Noah that tied them together - it made them move in unison, caused them to predict each others moves on the field before they were made. Their connection was obvious, even to the most deluded of sorts; it was why they’d been paired up together on raids, and it was why Damon Ivers had lost his goddamn mind.
Noah had no regrets, of course. Kristine made the choice to leave that fucking LUNATIC all on her own, and if Damon wanted to warp everything in that goddamn thick head of his and turn Noah into the enemy, so be it. At least Kris was free of him, and safe. And that was what Noah had always wanted, from the beginning; he and Andy and Adri.
The solider wasn’t surprised when he stumbled onto Kris, and he was even less surprised to see her blowing smoke onto a board, doing that trick that she always did. “Showoff,” he murmured, his lips curling up into an amused smirk and his arms crossing across his chest as he settled in to enjoy the show. Noah had never really picked up smoking in the Stilts, always straying from it in hopes to keep Matt away from the habit, but he’d developed a small routine of his own ( consisting of bumming smokes off of of her ) since he’d started hanging around the girl. He’d never been fond of the burn or the smell, but he’d come to associate both of those things with Kris, and thus, had grown to ENJOY them.
He clapped when her show was done, his smirk turning into an easy grin at the sound of the bubbling, giggling children bounding away. “I’d pay to be a fly on that fuckin’ wall when they get home smellin’ like Reds and smoke,” he commented offhandedly, slipping an easy arm around her shoulders. “Those tricks are worn out to them,” he explained, his tone light. “See a guy make shit fly with his mind since you’re a kid, I imagine it gets pretty fuckin’ old.” He squeezed his arm around her and placed a friendly peck atop her head before letting her go, a dangerous grin taking the place of his friendly one. “We’re the cool kids now, Kris.”
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