7/30/2023 0 Comments Mako mori x raleigh becketHe glances over at her and she meets his eyes steadily. He feels his ears get hot as he looks hard at the blue fabric, praying that Mako will just let the conversation drop. To be fair it’s not like either of them hasn’t accepted it, hasn’t acknowledged it, but they don’t mention things like the white silk she keeps carefully perserved in the closet or the small velvet box he has tucked in the one drawer that locks in their room. Kids and marriage and the life they’re building together. It’s not like they’ve talked about that shit. “I guess our kid will wear it at eleven or twelve.” “Not really,” he says, “my sister never would have fit into this at thirteen,” he looks at the coat, “at ten maybe.” ![]() “Yes,” she says and toys with the neck of the dress, “yours?” “This is tiny for a teenager,” he says looking at the coat, “are all the girls in your family small?” She looks down and he fights not to smile too widely as he moves on to the next button, carefully making sure the two neat rows are all secure. He carefully pokes the needle through the fabric and sews back on the loose button, making sure it’s tight. She nods her head, reaching up and wiping at her cheeks with the back of her hand. He isn’t sure why he’s asking permission but it feels like he should. “It’s just loose,” he says glancing over at her, “five seconds I can fix it.” He pulls the coat into his lap and grabs the needle and thread, picking a blue that should match. He comes back to where Mako’s sitting and drops down next to her, close enough so that their thighs touch. There’s a sewing kit in the medicine cabinet and he fishes it out. He sets the coat aside and pushes himself to his feet, making his way from the desk into the small bathroom. Mako’s eyes widen before she mutters in Japanese and closes her eyes, fighting back the latest onslaught of tears. He runs his thumb over the soft material and frowns as one of the buttons loosens under his fingers. He reaches out and picks it up, careful to preserve the precise folds he knows came from Pentecosts’ own hands. Her fingers brush over the curve of her thumb before he drops his hand to the coat. He runs his thumb over the curve of her hand as she looks at the coat sadly in her hands. ![]() It’s been cleaned since her frantic run through the deserted streets, but he can remember the feeling of dust and how when she looked out at the city she started to cry in earnest when she thought of the way her mother would look at her broken shoe and dirty clothes and realized her mother would never give her any look ever again if she got her clothes dirty. Silently Raleigh reaches out and covers her hand with his. ![]() ![]() I ran back to get my coat and this was there,” she swallows and shakes her head as another tear makes it’s way down her cheek, “it was too hot but I wore this the entire time.” She gave me the dress instead and I tried to be excited,” she smiles faintly, “I was a terrible liar,” she shakes her head, “but my mother just smiled and when we were about to leave she told me it was going to be cold out. “I was so excited to wear this,” Mako says, breaking the silence between them, “I saw the coat in a magazine and I begged my mother for it. He knows the clothes, he even remembers what it felt like to run with one shoe clutched in his hand and the monsters at his heels. He kneels down and she looks up at him, but makes no move to wipe at her cheeks. He sees the blue plaid dress before he sees the tears that are wet on her cheeks.Ī pale double breasted coat is folded neatly next to it and on top of those are a pair of black stockings, one with the foot torn almost entirely off. Her back’s to him and he sets down the trays as quietly as he can before coming around. Meals are a good time when he has a reason to be there. He’s done his best to walk the line between always being there and letting her have her privacy. She’s cleaning out some of Stacker’s old boxes that were found a few days ago. He peers into the office, balancing two trays from the cafeteria.
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