[ For the first time in a very long time, things go truly quiet. Ephemera lets the nicotine settle in him, curl through his lungs. Most of the time he thinks too hard. Gets caught in loops, going round and round the same thing. Twisting himself into knots with all the rage and fucking grief, trying to contend with it all. It's only when he's painting or very drunk that it ever slows and even then, there are limits.
Now, it's quiet.
Ephemera tips his head back, taking one last drag. He holds it for a moment, then exhales. Watches it spiral up, then drops the butt and grinds it down under his armored boot. Tatiana.
Yeah. They know things about each other now, don't they?
He flexes his fingers, idly. Thinking of the rings tattooed around his own fingers. One for each of his team and one, finally, for Connie and everything she might have been. He wanted to carry them. Rings, instead of their names. He never knew Connie's real name, anyway. ]
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Now, it's quiet.
Ephemera tips his head back, taking one last drag. He holds it for a moment, then exhales. Watches it spiral up, then drops the butt and grinds it down under his armored boot. Tatiana.
Yeah. They know things about each other now, don't they?
He flexes his fingers, idly. Thinking of the rings tattooed around his own fingers. One for each of his team and one, finally, for Connie and everything she might have been. He wanted to carry them. Rings, instead of their names. He never knew Connie's real name, anyway. ]
Did she know you were still alive?