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daybreakacademy2019-05-16 11:16 am
unpocoloco) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-05-16 11:16 am
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Ella con su triste canto te acompañará
WHO: Héctor and closed to close CR only
WHERE: Lumiere to Aube
WHEN: Wibbly wobbly time but a little after the WYMW plot
WHAT: A phone call reunion
WARNINGS: The BIG SPOILER tm (I will NPC the person on the phone as needed)
The conversation starts off in Lumiere. It's not a voice that most will have heard around Imelda, let alone coming from her room. Hitching sobs and gasps, and eventually laughter and quick spoken Spanish. It starts in the early evening, but soon carries late and the door opens but the conversation doesn't stop, a phone cradled to his ear and not a care in the world for who sees him, tear tracked and smiling wide. 'Coco' and 'Mija' and 'Te extraño mucho' are words that come with frequency. Héctor barely minds his path, let alone those he passes.
But there are still one or two for whom he might pause, wet-faced and still heedless as he stops to say, "Mija, este es mi buen amigo, my good friend..."
It's a rare honor, but he does reserve for those already in the know of his situation. None of it holds him so long that he's late for their song. Even with her voice on speaker now, they both sing softly-- as best they can with tears in their voices-- so as not to be heard. But his fingers play upon the guitar and those notes ring out, like it or not, throughout the common room of Aube. Those up terribly late may just catch the tail end, or at least the sung word, "Recuérdame".
WHERE: Lumiere to Aube
WHEN: Wibbly wobbly time but a little after the WYMW plot
WHAT: A phone call reunion
WARNINGS: The BIG SPOILER tm (I will NPC the person on the phone as needed)
The conversation starts off in Lumiere. It's not a voice that most will have heard around Imelda, let alone coming from her room. Hitching sobs and gasps, and eventually laughter and quick spoken Spanish. It starts in the early evening, but soon carries late and the door opens but the conversation doesn't stop, a phone cradled to his ear and not a care in the world for who sees him, tear tracked and smiling wide. 'Coco' and 'Mija' and 'Te extraño mucho' are words that come with frequency. Héctor barely minds his path, let alone those he passes.
But there are still one or two for whom he might pause, wet-faced and still heedless as he stops to say, "Mija, este es mi buen amigo, my good friend..."
It's a rare honor, but he does reserve for those already in the know of his situation. None of it holds him so long that he's late for their song. Even with her voice on speaker now, they both sing softly-- as best they can with tears in their voices-- so as not to be heard. But his fingers play upon the guitar and those notes ring out, like it or not, throughout the common room of Aube. Those up terribly late may just catch the tail end, or at least the sung word, "Recuérdame".
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"Less is more, mijo," He says. "The less details anyone has, the less tools they have against you. In this case you would want to say you're working it out with your doctor and leave it at that. Shrug it off, say it's no big deal. Like the way you do anything dangerous with your hero stuff."
Just saying.