[closed; a catch-all]

[washitaway]

Characters: Booker DeWitt; Elizabeth Comstock
Date: This'll be various threads throughout the month. This is just a catch-all to prevent spamming.
Location: Various, but probably mostly in their suite.
Situation: Various.
Warnings/Rating: Possibly some discussion of violence/trauma/child neglect. Will update as necessary (thread headers may be used for more specific warnings).

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[beunbroken]

He did? What did he say?

[washitaway]

Much the same as you - it was nothing.

No one's tried to kill us yet since we've been here. [Which is his way of saying - eventually, something will happen, the other shoe will drop, and everyone will know he's actually a thug and a monster.]

[beunbroken]

[Elizabeth is silent for a moment before she opts to respond.] I'll be by your side no matter what, Mr. DeWitt.

[washitaway]

Might not always be the safest place. [He's really just pointing that out - there's no animosity, or even sadness. It's just a simple fact. Doesn't mean he's not keeping he close for the moment, though.]

[beunbroken]

It isn't safe to be by mine, either, but you never thought twice.

[washitaway]

That's different.

[He considers a moment, then has to smile almost ruefully.] Maybe we're just two of a kind.

[beunbroken]

Not really. You could have kept flying to New York. [Well, okay, so she knocked him out with a wrench.] But you came back for me. They would have left you alone if you'd left.

[She considers this a moment.] Maybe we are. That's the only sort of thing I've found in books. Characters I could relate to. That I felt I was like, or that I could be friends with. But you're different. You're real.

[washitaway]

[He shakes his head. Leaving her behind is out of the question, forever. It's not even a consideration, as far as he's concerned.]

Real enough. [It's the same thing he said to her when he fell into her library, but it maybe means a little more now.]

[beunbroken]

[It does. She knows him. And she, against her better judgement again, finds herself trusting him. Somehow, Elizabeth has grown to love and care for this man, and she doesn't even know why. She'd seen him kill tons of men, heard about the women and children he'd burned alive in their own homes.

And yet...

That was then. And this was now. God believed in forgiveness. Maybe you couldn't wipe away all your sins, but you could try again. You could do better. And he was certainly trying to do right by her.

She leaned her head against him.] Thank you, Booker.

[washitaway]

[He's still not terribly comfortable with the idea - the idea that anyone could think he's a good man, or worthy of that label in even the vaguest sense.

But if there's someone he'd like to think well of him, it's her.]

You're welcome.