this is actually one i really like and it's set in recovery arc although i don't think it has a lot of spoilers ☝ so that's neat. i wrote it down mostly in one random day several weeks ago bc i wanted to write something for espa and it is not very thought-out but regardless. #myselfindulgence
here is a snippet:
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Espa chugged off the dirty clothes, annoyed. Sethie’s house (their house, they tried to remember, because they’d given it to it and Guy, technically) was nice. It had big wardrobes and a wide showerbox and she could get cleaned there—after she got rid of this fucking mud. They did not appreciate getting dumped into the lake. Did not appreciate Sethie’s little gang of associates pushing them around like a toy. This was his fault, they knew. They weren’t supposed to get frustrated. His demeanor was rubbing off on them. They couldn’t find themself to be too upset about that.
The guilty, an awkward affect on his face, sat on the couch with his own, dry clothes. He’d gotten wet too, though not as thoroughly. Extra clothing and a towel had been all he needed. Sethie was leaned against the sofa with a hand muffling their mouth, trying not to giggle. Espa shot them a glare.
“Seth, gather yourself,” one of the adults working with them chastished, getting a stifled sound to leave their lips. She sounded very, very done. Espa could relate. She was holding out a towel for it, which it appreciated, and looking apologetic about the whole trip. After this, Espa decided that they did not like the agency’s attempts at “bonding opportunities” very much. “I am sorry,” she was saying, for the thousandth time. It was odd being apologized at so many times in a row. It was more used to those coming out of its mouth. She picked up the dirty overcoat—it was light and they liked it and they were trying to not get very frustrated at needing to have it washed (when did they become so spoiled? Yes, definitely Guy’s fault, though Sethie was probably also to blame)—and expertly folded it on a single hand. Espa was just about to take off its tank top when it heard the gasps.
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THIS IS ACTUALLY SO SPECIAL TO ME because how far does espa have to come to be able to just be casually pissed off like that <3 this is actually still pretty short bc that day i was just hopping from one doc to another with zero commitment but it was quite fun. espa ❤
"Morning!" He greeted, cheerfully, jingling the keys to their cuffs on a single happy finger. They didn't have the energy—nor the nuts—to glare at him, retreating their feet a little bit closer to their body instead. Enrique's eyes glistened, seemingly appreciating it that they didn't ignore it when he came in anymore.
