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so the sun, it can shine on me, and the clouds they can roll away (open to all)
Davin missed a lot of things while he was being held in that warehouse, but coffee was up high on the list. By the second day, he was feeling the lack of caffeine and the added headache wasn't doing him any favors. The first few days back, he didn't want to leave his apartment. James or Mira would bring him coffee from Quill, or he'd fire up his little coffeemaker in his kitchen. He was allowed a few days of being lazy, he thought. Or fear disguised as laziness, if he's honest with himself.
But he needs to get back into in the swing of things. He hasn't really seen anyone aside from James, Mira, and Raleigh, and he doesn't really have any idea of what happened while he and Spencer were gone. He just knows that he needs to get back to his real life. He needs to put the kidnapping and the torture and all that behind him, and needs to keep moving forward.
He can start by going to get his own coffee. He takes a shower and puts himself together as much as he can, wrinkling his nose at his reflection in the mirror. His face is still bruised, and he has stitches above one cheekbone and a small line of them at his temple, where he was initially knocked out with the wrench. His right hand is in a cast and he walks stiffly, thanks to his cracked ribs, but he goes outside anyway.
It's a nice day and the sun is shining, and that's something that Davin will never take advantage of again. He went days without seeing the sun, or feeling any sort of warmth, and now he smiles when he feels it on his skin, and feels the soft breeze ruffling his hair. It's a short walk to Quill, but he takes his time. He feels stiff from all his healing injuries and inactivity, and he just wants to enjoy the sun for a little longer.
People are staring at him, whispering to each other as they pass, and Davin knows that word got around town. There are people who will see he and Spencer as victims, and he supposes they are, but they're so much more than that. They're survivors, and they're strong, no matter what. So Davin keeps his chin up, and he keeps walking.
But he needs to get back into in the swing of things. He hasn't really seen anyone aside from James, Mira, and Raleigh, and he doesn't really have any idea of what happened while he and Spencer were gone. He just knows that he needs to get back to his real life. He needs to put the kidnapping and the torture and all that behind him, and needs to keep moving forward.
He can start by going to get his own coffee. He takes a shower and puts himself together as much as he can, wrinkling his nose at his reflection in the mirror. His face is still bruised, and he has stitches above one cheekbone and a small line of them at his temple, where he was initially knocked out with the wrench. His right hand is in a cast and he walks stiffly, thanks to his cracked ribs, but he goes outside anyway.
It's a nice day and the sun is shining, and that's something that Davin will never take advantage of again. He went days without seeing the sun, or feeling any sort of warmth, and now he smiles when he feels it on his skin, and feels the soft breeze ruffling his hair. It's a short walk to Quill, but he takes his time. He feels stiff from all his healing injuries and inactivity, and he just wants to enjoy the sun for a little longer.
People are staring at him, whispering to each other as they pass, and Davin knows that word got around town. There are people who will see he and Spencer as victims, and he supposes they are, but they're so much more than that. They're survivors, and they're strong, no matter what. So Davin keeps his chin up, and he keeps walking.
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"We're a hearty sort, we are," Brigid nodded, then added tongue-in-cheek, "must be all th'potatoes. Or the whiskey. Or some combination of th'two."
Brigid sipped from her own mug. "Yer a strong one, and ye've got a good support system t'help. Which also means anytime ye need t'talk, just give me a wave and I'll drop whatever I'm doin, even if I'm covered in clay."
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He looks at her with a soft, pleased smile. She's right about his support system, and he couldn't be more grateful. There are so many people that care about him, and it leaves him a little stunned. It took him a long time to get here, and a lot of lonely years and dumb choices, but he's here. He's happy. "Thanks, Brigid. An' I hope ya know the same goes for me."
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She gave him a small smile. "Aye, I do. And I'm glad of it. It's nice t'have a family away from the family ye have. Helps when ye start feelin low t'know that there are people about who can help ye feel a little less alone."
Something that had been plaguing her for a while, the loneliness. But she wasn't about to lose the life she was creating here because of it.
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He's talked to his gran daily since he made it out of that warehouse, and he wants to see her so badly that it's like a physical ache. He smiles wryly and takes a sip from his coffee. "I'm really glad I met ya, Brigid. Ya feel like family, y'know. Like home."
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"Not that far," Brigid replied with a knowing grin, referring to the shrine in the woods that linked her with her homeland. "Especially now there's a car at th'other end for travellin easier. And ye know any time ye want t'head home fer a bit, yer welcome to."
Her smile slid into something a little more soft. "As are you t'me, Davin. It's almost as good as bein at m'mam's table, hearin the sound of Ireland in yer voice and the warmth of yer smile."
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"That is true," Davin says with a smile, laughing softly and shaking his head a bit. It's still astonishing that something like that exists. His smile grows a bit bigger and more fond and he nods, letting her know that he feels the same.
"James an' I talked about gettin' out o' town for a bit," Davin tells her. "Goin' someplace warm. I've never been on a real vacation like that."