[OPEN] Wait, let me set the record straight: I was never really yours in the first place.

[hostage]

Date & Time: January 9 and onward
Location: in and about town
Characters: Jesse & OPEN to anyone
Summary: A chance for an everyday encounter with Jesse. Put the date in your subject line!
Warnings: Breaking Bad spoilers are likely.

[Jesse might be the only one who finds Exsilium's current state beautiful rather than desolate and depressing. For more reasons than one, if given the choice between here and home, he'd choose here without hesitation. The snow and the chill do nothing to deter him from taking long walks. For as long as he can physically stand it, he prefers the cold over being confined inside four walls.

So he walks. Every day, without any particular destination, without anything else to occupy him. The concerns of the Initiative and the Transports are no longer his own. Whatever they're up to, they mean little to him. He's still got enough stolen Russian gold to pay for whatever he needs without having to work, so that's how he's choosing to live for as long as he's able. His time is spent doing whatever he wants to do, and at the moment, what he wants to do is wander.

Freedom: that's what this is about. No one is ever going to make him do anything ever again.]

Comments

[hyanaimne]

I know you do.

[her shoulders slump a little] Someone brought me back to life, in my world. It has been over a year, and I am still not used to it.

[hostage]

Did you wanna stay dead?

[hyanaimne]

Mm, I did. I was quite happy with the thought of being dead.

[she makes a vague gesture] But then I was brought here and that was ruined, and then I was sent home and it was ruined further.

[hostage]

Why? I mean - I get wanting to die to get outta something. But why do you wanna die when you're already out?

[hyanaimne]

[she considers the answer for a moment, then shrugs]

I did not think there was anything to live for. I still don't, really.

But I am a bit more attached to living now, for the moment. Things have happened in my world that have . . . made me consider moving past all that. Though I do not know how that will go, or if I will even be allowed.

[hostage]

It's allowed as long as you're here, at least.

[hyanaimne]

[she smiles, a wry sort of twist to her lips]

Here is an entirely different story.

[hostage]

Then I hope you'll start letting me call you beautiful.

[hyanaimne]

I really do not know why you insist on that.

[hostage]

I say what I think, is all.

[hyanaimne]

[she can't help but huff. At least, she isn't hiding in her hood like she usually would]

Perhaps you need your head examined, then.

[hostage]

What'd we just say about accepting compliments?

[hyanaimne]

[she shrugs]

I say what I think?

[hostage]

I'm gonna have to work on you.

[hyanaimne]

Is that not what you have been doing since we met?

[hostage]

You're right. I gotta work harder.

[hyanaimne]

I suppose I should wish you good luck. But I should also warn you that I am really rather stubborn, too.

[hostage]

[He leans in, whispering:]

So'm I.

[hyanaimne]

[she grins, dropping her voice as well]

Do you think you can out-stubborn me, dear?

[hostage]

My stamina's pretty good, too.

[hyanaimne]

Is it? My, but I wonder if you could keep up with mine.

[hostage]

Maybe we'll find out.

[hyanaimne]

I suppose we will.

[hostage]

[He laughs, sweeping a hand over his forehead.]

I still owe you a date, don't I.

[hyanaimne]

[she shakes her head a bit, entirely amused]

There is no rain here, though.