[He does see her; the woman who fought so bravely on the missions. The selfless acts of heroics, but he saw past it as well. To the insecurity, following the flow of power between the people on the station - made all the more difficult because their numbers ebb and flood, alliances comes and go - constellations shifting between all of them as time drags on.
As misery keeps finding them.
He sees her, face pale and tight in anger in a private room at the thought of Alina. He sees her, shaking and bleeding in the hospital bed surrounded by rough stone and a dreaming castle, voice tight with emotion as she talks about her life.
Her mother.
Her nightmares.
Remembers nights of holding each other in the dark, his hand wrapped around hers.
The warmth of her blood spurting down his chest from a wound, the weight of her in his arms when she passes out.
Her face in the dark, in the sunlight and underneath alien moons. The trembling in her hands and her voice, the betrayal of her jealousy when she talks about Alina. Or anyone else he might look to, when the shadows press in too hard.
His mother raised him well, a small darkhaired boy who listened and who learned, how to see people for all the things they tried to keep hidden. And somewhere along the way, he stopped looking in the mirror.]
We are all needed.
[He could use it, to stoke her rage until she attacked him and watch as Viveca placed her in shackles for it. Daisy's powers bound and controlled by the will of another angry woman.]
no subject
As misery keeps finding them.
He sees her, face pale and tight in anger in a private room at the thought of Alina. He sees her, shaking and bleeding in the hospital bed surrounded by rough stone and a dreaming castle, voice tight with emotion as she talks about her life.
Her mother.
Her nightmares.
Remembers nights of holding each other in the dark, his hand wrapped around hers.
The warmth of her blood spurting down his chest from a wound, the weight of her in his arms when she passes out.
Her face in the dark, in the sunlight and underneath alien moons. The trembling in her hands and her voice, the betrayal of her jealousy when she talks about Alina. Or anyone else he might look to, when the shadows press in too hard.
His mother raised him well, a small darkhaired boy who listened and who learned, how to see people for all the things they tried to keep hidden. And somewhere along the way, he stopped looking in the mirror.]
We are all needed.
[He could use it, to stoke her rage until she attacked him and watch as Viveca placed her in shackles for it. Daisy's powers bound and controlled by the will of another angry woman.]