02-18-2019, 10:58 PM
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hayley was no stranger to death, but she'd never truly known loss. she'd never lost a family member because she'd never known her own; she'd never lost a close friend because she moved on from friends before she could learn to really care. she'd had friends that had died, sure, but she'd buried them and moved on. she'd killed people before, though. kind as she might seem at times, too many times had she taken a life without a moment of hesitation. too many times had she washed the blood off of her hands and kept moving. she wasn't a monster, she took no pleasure in killing, and most of the guilt still plagued her, but it was a kill or be killed world, and she chose herself, time and time again.
she didn't care about herself anymore, though. she cared about her daughter, the nearly-two-month old baby she shared with jackson. she'd kill without hesitation, she'd murder in cold blood for hopes sake. however, she didn't want to. she didn't want hope to grow up in a world where people killed each other, where blood was spilled carelessly and life meant nothing. she didn't want hope to ever need to learn what it felt like to bleed, to fight, to kill. it was why hayley chose a place like flintlock for her and her daughter. and when she'd turned up at the border all those months ago, halfway through her pregnancy, she hadn't ever imagined she'd lead it. all she'd known then was that she wanted to find a place for hope to be born into, to grow up in, to be okay in. as far as hayley cared, if hope's greatest struggle was learning how to properly build a fire, then that was alright with her.
as she spotted rin in the cold, looking half alive, her heart seized. so long ago, when hope had still just been a bump on her form, she'd promised her daughter that she would do her best to be kind, to raise her in a world where that kindness prevailed. so it was for that exact reason that hayley broke into a run, shrugging her outermost coat off as she grew closer, and moved to place it around rin's shoulders.
❝holy shit,❞ she whispered breathlessly, flurries of white getting caught in the brown curls tied back from her face, remaining there for a moment before melting, ❝lets get you inside, we've got a lodge up ahead,❞ she said and glanced at brendan. ❝go ahead of us, go find mickey.❞ she knew the man had medical experience, and frankly, they'd need it. a side eyed glance at rin's arm alarmed her, and her stomach twisted. too many people who turned up on their mountain needed to get a toe or a finger removed, and much as she hoped this wouldn't be necessary again, if they had to... she had to hope it wouldn't go badly.
hayley was no stranger to death, but she'd never truly known loss. she'd never lost a family member because she'd never known her own; she'd never lost a close friend because she moved on from friends before she could learn to really care. she'd had friends that had died, sure, but she'd buried them and moved on. she'd killed people before, though. kind as she might seem at times, too many times had she taken a life without a moment of hesitation. too many times had she washed the blood off of her hands and kept moving. she wasn't a monster, she took no pleasure in killing, and most of the guilt still plagued her, but it was a kill or be killed world, and she chose herself, time and time again.
she didn't care about herself anymore, though. she cared about her daughter, the nearly-two-month old baby she shared with jackson. she'd kill without hesitation, she'd murder in cold blood for hopes sake. however, she didn't want to. she didn't want hope to grow up in a world where people killed each other, where blood was spilled carelessly and life meant nothing. she didn't want hope to ever need to learn what it felt like to bleed, to fight, to kill. it was why hayley chose a place like flintlock for her and her daughter. and when she'd turned up at the border all those months ago, halfway through her pregnancy, she hadn't ever imagined she'd lead it. all she'd known then was that she wanted to find a place for hope to be born into, to grow up in, to be okay in. as far as hayley cared, if hope's greatest struggle was learning how to properly build a fire, then that was alright with her.
as she spotted rin in the cold, looking half alive, her heart seized. so long ago, when hope had still just been a bump on her form, she'd promised her daughter that she would do her best to be kind, to raise her in a world where that kindness prevailed. so it was for that exact reason that hayley broke into a run, shrugging her outermost coat off as she grew closer, and moved to place it around rin's shoulders.
❝holy shit,❞ she whispered breathlessly, flurries of white getting caught in the brown curls tied back from her face, remaining there for a moment before melting, ❝lets get you inside, we've got a lodge up ahead,❞ she said and glanced at brendan. ❝go ahead of us, go find mickey.❞ she knew the man had medical experience, and frankly, they'd need it. a side eyed glance at rin's arm alarmed her, and her stomach twisted. too many people who turned up on their mountain needed to get a toe or a finger removed, and much as she hoped this wouldn't be necessary again, if they had to... she had to hope it wouldn't go badly.
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