The scent of coffee brought memories. Good and bad, and all those colors of grey in between. In truth, she thought it all good, only in that she survived. It was easy to think of it that way, right until she was faced with the reality of that time that was neither there or not for her.
Adora. She knew that she was Cain’s wife and, from talks between the witch and Zero, she knew she had been used against Cain. While such things that happened to Glitch had been going on since before the witch’s reign, it was still a horror to face because of the intimate views she had of it.
Yet coffee meant the mornings. Those brief moments when, for a startling and shining moment as she woke, she thought she was herself once more. It was work beginning, and her mother smiling and so many little things that came from darting through the kitchens as a child, avoiding their tutor and seeking out the adventure that DG seemed to feed on.
Even this kitchen reminded her of that little space. Wood and vegetables, light and heat and coffee. It was childhood and yet her new life, and that was where she found herself poised. Learning new ways instead of sinking back into the past. That was what she needed to do, to learn and move on. She needed to make a life here, for however long here lasted.
“When I was a child, I was… enamored of him,” she said, fingers picking at her skirt, smoothing it down as she spoke. “Everyone seemed to notice how regal and handsome he was but all I saw was this brilliant man who was everything I had hoped to become. I wanted to grow up to be that smart and respected.” She laughed, the sound nearly bitter at how things had turned out.
As they spoke, and he moved about the kitchen, she carefully moved to not get in his way even as she peered curiously at his actions and those things he chose and those he didn’t.
“So your companion is also an officer. Interesting,” she said, smiling though there was nothing smarmy about it. “I suppose that makes sense. Just what little I’ve seen of you, I can’t imagine someone without that same regard for order and law would appeal. Not to one a Tin Man.” She remembered them from her childhood, and remembered what became of them under the witch’s rule.
“Did you ever want to go there,” she asked. “As a child I always thought I might want to. Just to learn,” she admitted, blushing slightly at that thirst for knowledge she found she still had. “I always want to ask everyone about the Otherside because I want to learn more about it but I worry I’m bringing up bad memories of what they’ve lost.”
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Adora. She knew that she was Cain’s wife and, from talks between the witch and Zero, she knew she had been used against Cain. While such things that happened to Glitch had been going on since before the witch’s reign, it was still a horror to face because of the intimate views she had of it.
Yet coffee meant the mornings. Those brief moments when, for a startling and shining moment as she woke, she thought she was herself once more. It was work beginning, and her mother smiling and so many little things that came from darting through the kitchens as a child, avoiding their tutor and seeking out the adventure that DG seemed to feed on.
Even this kitchen reminded her of that little space. Wood and vegetables, light and heat and coffee. It was childhood and yet her new life, and that was where she found herself poised. Learning new ways instead of sinking back into the past. That was what she needed to do, to learn and move on. She needed to make a life here, for however long here lasted.
“When I was a child, I was… enamored of him,” she said, fingers picking at her skirt, smoothing it down as she spoke. “Everyone seemed to notice how regal and handsome he was but all I saw was this brilliant man who was everything I had hoped to become. I wanted to grow up to be that smart and respected.” She laughed, the sound nearly bitter at how things had turned out.
As they spoke, and he moved about the kitchen, she carefully moved to not get in his way even as she peered curiously at his actions and those things he chose and those he didn’t.
“So your companion is also an officer. Interesting,” she said, smiling though there was nothing smarmy about it. “I suppose that makes sense. Just what little I’ve seen of you, I can’t imagine someone without that same regard for order and law would appeal. Not to one a Tin Man.” She remembered them from her childhood, and remembered what became of them under the witch’s rule.
“Did you ever want to go there,” she asked. “As a child I always thought I might want to. Just to learn,” she admitted, blushing slightly at that thirst for knowledge she found she still had. “I always want to ask everyone about the Otherside because I want to learn more about it but I worry I’m bringing up bad memories of what they’ve lost.”