A Moment of Respite
Jan. 15th, 2015 09:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
delta_oneThings had been quiet the past month - Jason had made a rather commanding statement to the powers in Treadstone that he was not to be looked for, which had bought them a quiet life on the beach. Marie gave tours, engaged the locals and he kept to the background, managed the books and worked on maintaining the equipment.
They didn't want for much, not with the accounts he had access to, but they lived modestly all the same. Marie worked during the day and David wrote. Some days it was only random snippets in other languages. Arabic. Farsi. Urdu. Other days it was code that even he couldn't put together. Delta One. Cain. But Marie encouraged him to keep at it, to keep trying to find some trigger to his memories, something to help him put it together again.
Some days David wasn't sure he wanted to know.
He slid out of bed early that morning, careful not to disturb Marie. For just a moment, he reached down to gently smooth back her hair. His light. He'd be lost without her. Truly lost.
David bypassed the journal on the kitchen table. Time to make coffee and simply drink in the sunrise.
They didn't want for much, not with the accounts he had access to, but they lived modestly all the same. Marie worked during the day and David wrote. Some days it was only random snippets in other languages. Arabic. Farsi. Urdu. Other days it was code that even he couldn't put together. Delta One. Cain. But Marie encouraged him to keep at it, to keep trying to find some trigger to his memories, something to help him put it together again.
Some days David wasn't sure he wanted to know.
He slid out of bed early that morning, careful not to disturb Marie. For just a moment, he reached down to gently smooth back her hair. His light. He'd be lost without her. Truly lost.
David bypassed the journal on the kitchen table. Time to make coffee and simply drink in the sunrise.
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Date: 2015-01-23 03:03 am (UTC)An idea he'd immediately shut down. What if he had a flash while in therapy? Could some poor therapist deal with an assassin?
"Just for today?" A hand smooths down her back. "I don't want to remember today. I just want today with us."
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Date: 2015-01-23 04:53 am (UTC)She has the feeling that he had shut that idea down as soon as it was mentioned, though she understood why. If he did have a flash in the middle of a session there was even the slightest chance that he wouldn't come back home to her. However, if he did break? She wondered what she could do to bring him back if he got to that point. Was there anything?
"I'm going to keep reminding you of this, being a broken record...you can trust me. With anything." She just wants him to know that if he can't speak to anyone else, he could with her.
She nods burying her face into his chest. "We can do that, a little longer even, if you want. Just us."
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Date: 2015-01-24 03:11 am (UTC)"I know. But I don't want you to be afraid of me," he murmurs softly. Marie is his anchor, the one thing that keeps David firmly in control. Where he needs to be. "I just want to be who I should have been all along."
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Date: 2015-01-26 03:57 am (UTC)"I'm not afraid of you. Not of you." She murmurs back, her voice slightly muffled. With a breath, she shuts her eyes for a few moments and just stays still before adding, "I just want to help you to do that, to stay that person. Let me help you, if you don't want a therapist to. Let me shoulder some of this with you, my love."
She wraps her arms around him, a simple attempt to keep him in place.