“You’re perfect.” (From my Maggie in my multi over at Storyisms)
Westworld Sentence Starters for @storyisms
He thought he was alone. Tired and freshly bandaged, Nemo stepped into Barrington, dragging his dirty shoes toward Maggie’s office. She was still outside, negotiating it seemed. He had watched her briefly before he headed inside. She had changed so...well, no. She hadn’t changed. Her potential had been realised and now she was thriving. Pride struck his heart at that thought. They had been through so much together, and here they were. It was like a dream.He had mentioned earlier that day that they would meet, like they always did. When was Nemo not with Maggie these days? How far had he, himself, come? Nemo, once a man who prefered to be alone, who disliked everyone, and had little success at romance of any kind, was now a member of a large community, who worked alongside them with little fuss, and had fallen for someone who he would follow to the ends of the earth. There was no time for worrying about his feelings or who was a bitch and who wasn’t, there were bigger things at stake. More important things.
His feet began to guide him to where the bottle last was, so he could pour himself a drink. But whimpering stopped him in his tracks. A bubbling cry that was brewing into something larger. A baby.At first he was angry. She wasn’t supposed to be there. And even if someone had brought her in, she shouldn’t have been left alone. But that subsided as he approached the makeshift cot she was lying in. Nemo hadn’t known many babies in his lifetime, but he had always been good with his little brother, and although she was older, he did a good job of babysitting Judith back in Alexandria.
He carefully lifted her out and held her, hand supporting her head, instinctlively beginning to bounce her gently. Her contorted face turned and buried into him, tiny hands clutching at his shirt. Nemo’s eyes raised to the ceiling, praying that she wouldn’t cry and that being held would comfort her enough.
Nemo held her for a while, to make sure, before laying her back down. A chill running to where her her warmth once was. Again, he thought he had been alone. But another sound stopped him. A voice. Her voice.
He turned. Maggie stood in the doorway, illuminated by the light in the hall.
“Haven’t heard that one before.” A beat. “Hey.”
