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genessia2018-08-31 07:56 pm
hellorhighwater) wrote in genessia2018-08-31 07:56 pm
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revelations and heartaches make you realize [Closed to Regina Mills]
Who: Neil and Regina
What: Neil decided to dad at Charlie, Neil turns to Regina to get some advice...and help not freaking out.
Where: The Dancing Donner in Fayren
When: After Regina's off work
Warnings: potential discussions of troubled childhoods, mistreatment of children, and violence. Also relentless schmoop, cursing aplenty.
Neil didn't bother to change before heading out to see Regina, save to grab a jacket to throw on over wifebeater and jeans. A good part of his day had been spent at the firing range in Genessia City, testing his marksmanship--he'd never fired a gun before, but he remembered them from his childhood. Most of the jobs he was best suited for seemed to involve potential use of a firearm, so he wanted to be ready just in case.
He preferred his magic and his blade, but he'd learned to use even a bow and arrow in the Night Dragon's service. If there was a weapon he would be facing, he was going to make sure he knew how it worked.
Making it to the Dancing Donner with a minute or two to spare, Neil ordered himself a drink and found a table near the door, keeping his back to the wall to settle in and wait for Regina--and try to stop himself from obsessing over the situation with Charlie. It wasn't anything he'd ever experienced, by the grace of the gods, but he'd heard stories from some of the other kids in the group home...kids that had been fostered or adopted, then ended up right back in the home because of any number of reasons, and some of them fucking sucked.
Families that hit kids, or worse. Families that said and did horrible things without remorse, or who committed the most unforgivable of sins: made them feel like they didn't belong.
He kept telling himself he hadn't done anything wrong. He'd yelled, he'd cussed her out--she'd done the same thing, that was just Charlie and it was one of the reasons they got along. She was a really good kid, a really good kid--she hadn't done anything wrong or unusual. She just made the mistake of talking to an older guy that might have the wrong kind of eyes.
Taking a sip of his drink--and making a face because it was awful--Neil glanced at the door again, hoping to find the one person that could drag him out of his own head and let him sort out all the unexpected worry and guilt and strange, searing affection he had for the little firebug.
...and like she'd been listening to his thoughts, she walked through the door the second he glanced up.
Sighing in relief, he stood up and waved to get her attention...and said to hell with it and walked over to meet her, reaching for her hand as he approached.
"You are a beautiful sight--and I'm glad to see you, too." he quipped with a smile, bringing her hand to his lips to press a quick kiss to her palm. "Either smack me or kiss me, 'cause I can't shut off my fuckin' brain."
What: Neil decided to dad at Charlie, Neil turns to Regina to get some advice...and help not freaking out.
Where: The Dancing Donner in Fayren
When: After Regina's off work
Warnings: potential discussions of troubled childhoods, mistreatment of children, and violence. Also relentless schmoop, cursing aplenty.
Neil didn't bother to change before heading out to see Regina, save to grab a jacket to throw on over wifebeater and jeans. A good part of his day had been spent at the firing range in Genessia City, testing his marksmanship--he'd never fired a gun before, but he remembered them from his childhood. Most of the jobs he was best suited for seemed to involve potential use of a firearm, so he wanted to be ready just in case.
He preferred his magic and his blade, but he'd learned to use even a bow and arrow in the Night Dragon's service. If there was a weapon he would be facing, he was going to make sure he knew how it worked.
Making it to the Dancing Donner with a minute or two to spare, Neil ordered himself a drink and found a table near the door, keeping his back to the wall to settle in and wait for Regina--and try to stop himself from obsessing over the situation with Charlie. It wasn't anything he'd ever experienced, by the grace of the gods, but he'd heard stories from some of the other kids in the group home...kids that had been fostered or adopted, then ended up right back in the home because of any number of reasons, and some of them fucking sucked.
Families that hit kids, or worse. Families that said and did horrible things without remorse, or who committed the most unforgivable of sins: made them feel like they didn't belong.
He kept telling himself he hadn't done anything wrong. He'd yelled, he'd cussed her out--she'd done the same thing, that was just Charlie and it was one of the reasons they got along. She was a really good kid, a really good kid--she hadn't done anything wrong or unusual. She just made the mistake of talking to an older guy that might have the wrong kind of eyes.
Taking a sip of his drink--and making a face because it was awful--Neil glanced at the door again, hoping to find the one person that could drag him out of his own head and let him sort out all the unexpected worry and guilt and strange, searing affection he had for the little firebug.
...and like she'd been listening to his thoughts, she walked through the door the second he glanced up.
Sighing in relief, he stood up and waved to get her attention...and said to hell with it and walked over to meet her, reaching for her hand as he approached.
"You are a beautiful sight--and I'm glad to see you, too." he quipped with a smile, bringing her hand to his lips to press a quick kiss to her palm. "Either smack me or kiss me, 'cause I can't shut off my fuckin' brain."