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Penny For Your Thoughts? | Chiron & Keira | 7.22.14

It wasn’t commonplace for Keira’s mind to be entirely set on the training session, and today was no exception. Ever since Keira’s chance meeting with Amanda in the “off-limits” section of Division (one of several, she was sure, but that was an sumptuous idea to ponder another time), she hadn’t been able to shake the idea that something was going on between her handler and the kind brunette. It had been some feeling, some small inclination, nothing really. There was no tangible proof, nothing substantial that the handler had said to indicate that she harbored any feelings for Chiron Masters. Perhaps it had been some odd inflection when she said his name, some pause she took when she discovered he was Keira’s handler. Or perhaps, Keira thought grudgingly, it was all in her head, and she was simply projecting some imagined chemistry onto two people who didn't feel anything for each other save neutral respect.

Still, the aloof nature of Division’s walls and the absence of any kind of romance in Keira’s life made her want to impart some onto people who deserved it. And didn’t they, in a way, deserve each other? Chiron would surely benefit from having some female companionship in his life - he dearly needed it, after all. Keira couldn’t believe that beneath all that military discipline Chiron was just a block of ice. Smiling inwardly, she dared make small talk between his instructions, hoping she didn’t come off as too obvious. “So, do you handlers get to hang out after hours, or something? Go topside for a drink and make fun of all the fledglings?”

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If Division gave you an option to leave and have a normal life under the condition that someone you love very dearly would take your place, would you do it?

No way. I couldn't put this kind of stress on someone I loved. Not to mention the violence...

I can handle it, but I wouldn't want anyone to live this way day in and day out.

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Make Amends || Keira & Darcy || May 25, 2014

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The knot of tension that had previously lodged itself in his throat before the conversation seemed to finally soften and dissipate. In its wake, it left a warmth that settled in Darcy’s stomach, a strange, fidgety feeling that tickled as it spread up and out to the tips of his ears. It felt good. It felt wonderful to do something right for a change. Granted, he’d only done something right after having done something so wrong, but was this not a second chance? As far as Darcy went, he always seemed to gain experience through a learning curve. He was never one to pick up a skill, to learn a value, to retain a lesson the first time. No, Darcy always instead relied on second chances. It always took him longer to learn but, in the end, he never disappointed.

With the nausea and anxiety settled a bit, replaced by the hope of a potential new relationship, Darcy found himself capable of eating again. Ripping off a piece of his bread roll, he didn’t hesitate to shove it in his face as the girl began to speak once more. He knew her fear well enough. When Darcy had first come to Division, he hadn’t trusted anyone. Not because he didn’t sincerely trust, but rather because the act of trusting actually required him to get to know people. It had been something he’d been completely against at first. However, the girl’s fear was one that Darcy had heard other new recruits have and it was definitely a valid one. He decided to help her out a bit even if she hadn’t asked for it.

"Hmm," he thought out loud, putting another piece of bread in his mouth. "There aren’t many people to trust here. But they exist," he said softly, taking care to be quiet. "Cambria. Emma, Isaac. Maya." For a moment, he paused. He knew that the girl could trust Aidan as well, but for a second, he was selfish, wanting to keep Aidan a secret all to himself. But that wasn’t how one made friends, was it? Darcy was still learning. "Aidan, especially," he finished. "Have you met any of them yet?"

Finally, after so much time of not knowing, Darcy discovered the girl’s name. Keira. It was simple yet fitting for the girl in front of him. Smiling widely, he nodded. “Keira. I’m glad to meet you again without being an arse this time. I was never one for first impressions.” He laughed quietly in self-depracation.

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His commencement of eating with gusto reminded the girl that she had a full tray in front of her. Releasing some of the nervousness and awkward shyness that had, startlingly enough, built up when he approached, she began to dig in. She smiled around her fork as he ate between words, finding his eating habits amusing. She had never taken to noticing people much when she ate, as she was usually too busy shoveling food down her own throat, but watching recruits eat was fascinating. Everyone had their little nuances, whether it be pocketing food, chewing slowly, chewing loudly, or eating without reserve. It reminded her, sadly enough, or prison, though there was less hassle and fewer hostile interactions. At least, from what she had seen thus far. No one really fought outright around here except…well, except her and Darcy. The thought wasn’t pleasant, but when she noticed how easy Darcy seemed now, she felt like a small victory had been won not only for the two of them, but for all human beings who were stuck in Division on the whole.

She listened to his list with interest, wondering how he had come to feel as though he could trust those people in particular. What had happened for them to earn his trust? She tilted her head to the side at his hesitant mentioning of Aidan, wondering if there was something there that was complicated. “I’ve met most of them, yeah,” she answered. “I don’t think I’ve met…Cambria, did you say?” She laughed lightly. “Cool name. I’ll have to look out for her,” she said, kindly, appreciative that he would share his confidences with her.

Nodding at his repetition of her name, she felt an answering smile on her own face. It was nice to see him smile. She definitely thought he needed to do it more often. Perhaps she could heckle him a little and see if he responded well to teasing. “You weren’t an arse,” she said, emphasizing the word and poking her tongue out slightly. “Well….maybe only a little.” She laid a hand on his arm, unable to stop herself from touching the boy across from her. It was as natural as breathing to her, this exchanging of gestures. Keeping one's hands to oneself all the time felt too sterile, too inhuman. People were meant to be held, to be touched. She thought they all were probably a little desperate for human touch around here. “I don’t think any of us are really at our best, right now, here…don’t you agree?” she asked quietly.

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Make Amends || Keira & Darcy || May 25, 2014

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Darcy wasn’t particularly good at apologies, specifically because he never did them. Admitting he was sorry meant that he was admitting to guilt. And what else was an admission to guilt than an admission to a fault? It wasn’t that Darcy believed he was without faults - he knew he was composed of them - but it was a different thing entirely to acknowledge them than it was to speak them aloud. He had enough flaws that were obvious to the rest of the world, written clearly with transparency. The last thing he ever wanted to do was draw attention to more of them, to let others see where his vulnerabilities lie. But he had been wrong and he wasn’t about to expose a weak point of a fellow recruit because of one of his own faults.

As it was, Darcy already felt the constriction on his heart loosen a bit as he talked the girl back from darker thoughts. He was no stranger to dark thoughts, but the girl in front of him, from what he could tell, had never been one to dwell long in the shadows. She belonged to the cheerful optimism she originally displayed when they first met, to the smile she wore now. It made him happy to see her smile and soon, he found himself reciprocating the expression. The smile flickered, softly, as she mentioned her deceased father. Darcy was not used to such frank openness about others’ pasts in Division, but he listened to it and acknowledged it with a gentle drop of his lashes to his cheeks.

Lifting his eyes to hers again, he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, uncertain what to say. “Hmm,” he mused out loud. “And there are wolves, that’s for sure. I guess, the biggest thing is to figure out who to trust. Not everyone here is worthy of it. I think it’s all a matter of finding others who won’t make you cry kind of deal, yeah? But those who won’t take your tears as weakness if you do.” Carding his fingers through his hair, he pinched the inside of his cheek with his teeth, a sheepish smile coming to his lips in a bit of embarrassment as he slowly changed the subject. “I’m - . I’m sorry. I never got your name?”

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Having protracted Darcy’s attention for this amount of time gave Keira a renewed sense of confidence. It felt as though a light inside of her that had been on a dimmer, and rather than darkening for once, it was illuminated. She had gone through various stages of darkening and lightening here in Division, with a tendency towards the darker periods, but her optimistic mind was drawing energy from this conversation, and she felt a sort of healing take place. She knew she was the type who could only flourish with social interactions, and would wither without them, and so she was therefore glad to have this resolution with Darcy. She had wanted so very badly to be liked by him, and it seemed at long last that she was chipping away at his hard exterior to see the caring, soft underbelly of this tragic young man.

She was still somewhat surprised that he was actually eating with her, and hadn’t just sat down to make some half-assed apology. Even if he had, Keira would have most likely gobbled it up. Starved for friendship and companionship as she was, she knew that she would accept less than she deserved, if only to be kept from being alone with her thoughts. If she could make friends with Darcy, she would consider herself not only lucky, but truly fortunate.

“I wish I knew who I could trust,” she mused out loud. “I mean, I feel like I’m a pretty good judge of character, and I’m not stupid or anything, but people are pretty good at putting up a front and telling you a different story than what’s true.” She smiled at his phrasing, knowing deep down, without asking, that she could trust Darcy. There was such honesty in his eyes and a complete lack of artfulness to his expressions that it would be impossible to do anything but trust him. She was glad to be sure of at least one person in Division. She didn’t even trust Chiron, and she was supposed to trust him most of all.

“You – oh!” Keira felt her cheeks burn. How could she have been so completely dim as to forget to tell him? Of course, unless he had forgotten….Keira didn’t think on it another second. It wasn’t worth troubling over, anyways. The past was gone, and they had agreed, wordlessly, to start over fresh. “It’s Keira,” she said brightly, her voice just this side of gushing with pre-conceived fondness.

#para: make amends #division-dancelli #ugh this post sucks i'm so sorry