I tried to hold her to account for all the cannibalism and the statues and it was stupid. She tried to put me in the gallery, but Nikolai took my place. So I couldn't just leave him.
[ okay who is that guy and why does he feel so fucking awful all of a sudden. he got so carried away with stealing from the Duchess – that was so selfish of him. ]
Oh, I'm — [ she scoffs as she gathers herself in the face of this genuine concern. it's fucking rude because orphan rules are to not show your emotional weakness but actually no??? she's not alright at all? ?? for a variety of reasons, really, none of which she wants to stop and process. ] This wasn't an attention thing. Really. Though, in retrospect, I see how it sounds that way.
You always have my attention, so I don't know why you would waste your time with that. [ Alina, please. ] I would have stayed with you if I had known. I thought you went home.
He's fine. It was really embarrassing, actually. I was the one staying to keep him company, but I must have fallen asleep. He brought me back here. [ she laughs. ] Anyway. That's not the point. The point is that I want to make it up to you. I owe you a proper date. Assuming you're not running the other way.
[ they can dissociate together. it'll be romantic.
when Felipe shows up to pick her up from work, he's also brought something – a bottle of wine and some flowers he got from the market. on the way to the lake he casually catches her hand and holds it as they walk. filling in every box in that perfect date bingo card. intent on making up for the horror castle.
the ducks are there waiting for them when they get to the lake and he points them out for her – an excuse to set his hand on her shoulder and get close. ]
We should go round from there. You sure you brought enough to eat for them all? [ because there's a lot of ducks. ] And us?
[ she laughs, slipping her arm around his back as he moves in close. less shy about it than he is, more willing to bump her hip against his and lean into the gentle touches that he has been building up over the short hike. ]
The goal isn't to feed every duck, you realize. [ but she has a canvas bag hanging over her opposite shoulder, full with stale bread for the ducks and less stale bread and cheese for the two of them. ]
[ seeing that she's not against his advances makes his heart do a happy little jig in his chest. he was prepared to take the slow route and yearn after her silently, but this is better than he even dared to hope for. ]
I wouldn't want any duck to go home hungry tonight.
[ there's a part of the lake where it narrows down and someone has placed stepping stones to enable crossing it. Felipe goes first. jumps from stone to stone and then waits on the opposite side for Alina to follow so he can catch her. ]
[ she is careful only on the first step — sticking out her foot to test the grip of her sole on it, ensuring that the boots are sturdy enough and not too slick on the wet stone.
satisfied, she skips across each step of the defacto path, reaching out to steady herself on him as she comes ashore and staggers into his arms.
there is a quickness about her breath and a twitch to the corners of her mouth that takes delight in these little acts of bravery, small transgressions. ]
[ he laughs, clearly pleased with her recklessness, and pulls her to himself as she comes flying from the pond. she's so animated, so full of life and he finds it difficult not to stare at her mouth and her dark lashes when she's in his arms. finally, a rare moment of stillness between them. ]
Got you.
[ he repeats, softer this time, drawing her so close to his chest that the flowers in the bag are in danger of being crushed. ]
[ he does. and she leans into him, savoring the closeness of the moment. she wants the simplicity of this. it feels like playing a role of a different alina, the alina that she might have been if she weren't the sun summoner or a saint or (apparently) the queen-to-be of ravka.
it feels like being in the meadow, with mal, but in this little dream, she can see felipe looking back at her with all the same wonder and hunger with which she had looked at mal for years, while he looked away.
and just like mal, he learns in that moment that the trouble isn't getting alina, but keeping her. she steadies herself in his arms, then withdraws, moving past him and more sure-footedly into the little grove, finding a spot to pull off her bag and drop it at the edge of the pond. ]
[ he follows her like a lost puppy, his chest aching with longing for another minute shared with her like that. he doesn't understand why she broke it off so suddenly when all the signs from earlier suggested she wanted the opposite.
he stops just a step behind her, under a tree where he can lean on the trunk and watch as she begins to shower the ducks with affection that should by all law go to him. ]
Alina... [ he starts, not even knowing what he's about to say. just wants her to turn around and look at him again. ]
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That was you? He was talking about you?
I had no idea where you went.
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She tried to put me in the gallery, but Nikolai took my place.
So I couldn't just leave him.
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Are you alright? Where are you?
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Is your friend okay? [ friend. friend!! ]
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Where would I run off to? We work at the same place. [ thanks to him. Felipe laughs softly. ] What would you like to do?
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[ this is a resolute idea that she came up with literally on the spot. ]
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The ducks? You like ducks?
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[ a beat. ]
And I like drawing, and animals make better subjects than people.
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Then we're going to feed the ducks.
Are you going to draw? I don't mind.
[ he thinks he could watch her draw stupid ducks for hours. ]
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[ she laughs. ]
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[ if he can get into books, he can get into ducks too. ]
When should I come pick you up?
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[ she's been dissociating about it anyway, so like ]
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when Felipe shows up to pick her up from work, he's also brought something – a bottle of wine and some flowers he got from the market. on the way to the lake he casually catches her hand and holds it as they walk. filling in every box in that perfect date bingo card. intent on making up for the horror castle.
the ducks are there waiting for them when they get to the lake and he points them out for her – an excuse to set his hand on her shoulder and get close. ]
We should go round from there. You sure you brought enough to eat for them all? [ because there's a lot of ducks. ] And us?
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The goal isn't to feed every duck, you realize. [ but she has a canvas bag hanging over her opposite shoulder, full with stale bread for the ducks and less stale bread and cheese for the two of them. ]
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I wouldn't want any duck to go home hungry tonight.
[ there's a part of the lake where it narrows down and someone has placed stepping stones to enable crossing it. Felipe goes first. jumps from stone to stone and then waits on the opposite side for Alina to follow so he can catch her. ]
Come, I got you.
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satisfied, she skips across each step of the defacto path, reaching out to steady herself on him as she comes ashore and staggers into his arms.
there is a quickness about her breath and a twitch to the corners of her mouth that takes delight in these little acts of bravery, small transgressions. ]
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Got you.
[ he repeats, softer this time, drawing her so close to his chest that the flowers in the bag are in danger of being crushed. ]
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it feels like being in the meadow, with mal, but in this little dream, she can see felipe looking back at her with all the same wonder and hunger with which she had looked at mal for years, while he looked away.
and just like mal, he learns in that moment that the trouble isn't getting alina, but keeping her. she steadies herself in his arms, then withdraws, moving past him and more sure-footedly into the little grove, finding a spot to pull off her bag and drop it at the edge of the pond. ]
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he stops just a step behind her, under a tree where he can lean on the trunk and watch as she begins to shower the ducks with affection that should by all law go to him. ]
Alina... [ he starts, not even knowing what he's about to say. just wants her to turn around and look at him again. ]
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[ she crouches beside the bag and opens it up, but stops just before unloading loaves to look up at him, a smile on her face. ]
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