it's you, isn't it?

ni - cole origin ; french "victory of the people"

[nickyspearce]

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      Exhaling through his nose, his lips purse to a thin, tight smile, slouching over the counter more as if in relief. She isn’t angry. Or at least, it doesn’t sound that way. He can’t be too sure of what she’s feeling over the phone, but her voice was comfortingly soft.

     Opening his mouth, first reply is lost in a dry throat and he sighs quietly, giving another glance around the shop. Just like back on the trip up here, he can’t find the right words. He was never good at this sort of thing, especially when it was … genuine. So used to wearing a mask all his life, he was accustomed to, well, faking it. He had a whole life, a whole persona set up for his family’s benefit and now he couldn’t even fall back on that.

     Swallowing, he squints at his hand, truth bubbling in the front of his mind.

            “I’ve been.. alright, I guess.”

     There’s a ghost of a smile that twitches at the corners of his mouth.

            “I’ve missed you. You and Jacks, I—”

     And he’s lost his thoughts again, speech cutting off abruptly. Letting go of the cup, calloused digits curl inwards from frustration of himself. A million apologies catch on his tongue, and he sets his jaw, sighing a second time, exasperated.

[nickyspearce]

     She isn't angry. No, she can't say that. Anger isn't the primary emotion here.. It's being overpowered, but it's somewhere in her. She won't let it shine through her cracks, however, she'll keep the gentle approach. Rather now, she has to. Jackson had heard his uncle's name and immediately looked up from his position on the couch. They lock eyes, mother and son, and Nicole dares to break into a smile.. The grin her son gives is enough for her heart to loosen up.

     But for right now, she has to help her brother do so. The silence on the other end of the call worries part of her. She prays that the phone call wasn't because something bad happened. She hopes he just wants to catch up, she hopes he lost the mindset that made him think that he was putting his family in danger. (The hostage position she was put in proves that mindset right, but she can't think back to that time.)

     There's more silence.. But she can't see the hope in her child's eyes dying. Nicky waits -- only for her brother. She tries so hard to understand the position he put himself in, and she has to be patient...

          "We've missed you, too."

     Oh, but saying so weighs down her heart again. She's back to thinking of the times she wished she led a normal life.

          "He talks about you, you know. Always asking questions that have answers that I don't know: When will he see you again..." Are we safe now?

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     The sound of her voice makes him stiffen, his thumb rubbing the side of the cup uncertainly. There’s a long beat of hesitation before he speaks up, not wanting her to think it was some sort of crank call.

            “Nik it’s, ah, me.”

     His voice is low. It’s a tone he would usually use if he was attempting to avoid detection in his surroundings, though this place held no risk of danger. Pale eyes focus tiredly on the lid of the cup, memorizing each little line and indent of the thin plastic as he waited for her response. 

      Aiden considers adding to his first reply — some kind of disclaimer to his reason for calling. But he reigns himself in and shifts in his seat, praying she wouldn’t hang up on him.

[nickyspearce]

      There's silence between the time she said hello and the time the other person should answer. Was it a wrong answer? Was this another crank call? If it was, she wasn't sure what she would do... After the first asshole threatened her kid, said he knows what kind of locks she uses... Nicole swore she wouldn't let this happen again. But now, look at her, gullible all over agai----

     No, no, not a crank call. The voice belongs to a man she loves and it feels as if all of the breath that was in her lungs was pushed out. At the same time, her heart rate drops to a pace slower than ever felt before...

     "Aiden." The name rushes out of her mouth, and once it all sinks in, the dam that was holding in everything for six months begins to crack. "Oh, brother, it's been so long." Nicole tries to hold everything back until he provides some information.. How has he been doing? Where is he? Can he finally come over?

     But she waits, and waiting was never her strong suit. "How've you been..?"

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     Fingers tapped anxiously on a laminated counter top next to his phone, a cup of untouched coffee to the right of the device. It was bought out of politeness, honestly. He couldn’t focus on anything other than the jumbled words in his head.

     He shouldn’t be here. Not just the coffee shop, but the area in general. He could be putting his sister and nephew at risk. It was selfish. Selfish and risky. It had only been a few months. Six months, thirteen days. It was only a couple weeks earlier that he’d begun hunting them down again. He told himself he was just checking in; just taking a peek to see how they were. Though protective curiosity was quick to turn into a deep feeling of longing for her company. He missed them terribly, he realized all too quickly, sitting alone in the dim lighting of the Bunker, bathed in the light of a computer screen. Impulsively, he boarded a train to their location. The trip was short, and he was still going over what he would say to them.

     Finally, finally, he picked up the phone and dialed her new number. He would have to give her props for all the effort she put into disappearing.

     As it rang, he almost considered hanging up, but forced himself to stay on the line, and, wanting something to do with his free hand, he shifted to grasp the coffee up. It was still warm pressed tightly against his palm. Heart in his throat, a part of him wished she wouldn’t pick up.

[nickyspearce]

     The morning begins with her son looming over her, as she rested in her bed. The sunlight filters through dirty shades, and her tired eyes blink. A hand rests on Jackson's shoulder, and she scoots over in bed to give him some room. "Can I go on my tablet?" He asks once again, and this happens weekly. The mother smiles, it's a little tense, but she shakes her head.

     "No, you can't. You know Uncle Aiden doesn't want you going on it." The ten year-old sighed heavily through his nose and curled up in the bed, leaning into his mother's side. They stay like this, they always stay like this in the morning. Nicole almost falls back asleep, but her son whispers softly in the thick, dusty air----

     "I'm hungry." That's when her day begins to pick up the pace.

     She shoves herself out of bed, tidies herself up. It's been so long since she's had contact with people that she actually knows. Some part of her, some deep part of her hates Pawnee, hates the memories it brings. But she tries her best to ignore it. She tries her best to help her child now, because he's speaking so much more and whenever he smiles, Nicky has to close her eyes and thank her brother. Wherever Aiden was, he somehow widened her horizons and Jackson's progress has made her days so much more easier.

     Nicole finds herself planning something -- what, she doesn't know. It's a habit, really. Back in Chicago, she always had something to do, but in this house she can't find things to do. Cleaning day in and day out scrubbed her fingers raw, and if she read every day she'd run out of books that she had packed. But what knocks her out of her previous life is the sound of the new phone's ringtone, and pale eyes look at it wearily. Lithe fingers grab it, answer the call, and raise it to her ear.

     "..Hello?" She begins, her free arm pushing herself out of her chair. Nicole began her bad habit of pacing, and she prayed her son wouldn't hear. The constant pit-pat of her footsteps on carpet drove him insane...

[arsuf]

Watch_Dogs Alphabet

L is for P R I N C E S S  L E N A  P E A R C E

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#[[ FOLLOW FOR SIBLING FEELINGS AMONG OTHER THINGS IDK WHAT THEYRE GONNA BE DOING BUT ITS GONNA BE NEAT ]]

{ heck yEAH it's gonna b neat i take it ur down for emotional sibling things and that eXCITES ME }

[nickyspearce]

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