[Ianthe hummed in acknowledgement. Ezra. She would remember that name, not for the apparent favoritism but because the longing. It was barely there but caught her attention.]
[Even when the family wasn't large. It must be a requirement.]
That sucks. Maybe reconciliation can happen in the future. If not with the family as a whole but between you and him. Especially if you're his favorite.
[ Was, she wanted to repeat. Reconciliation required either her or him to admit something else: that one of them was wrong. Ezra — who even changed his named to Norman — for rejecting everything Robin had ever known, or Robin, who thought of her past as a monster that haunted her, yet had left a hole in her chest.
She'd find a way to change that, here. The more people grew attached to her, the more protected she'd feel, and protection meant security. One day she might even become untouchable. ]
... I hope so. [ Empty words. Then, as if someone reminded her to smile, ] We'd have to be in the same place, first.
[ She was done with Ianthe's hair. Her tone was kinder, now that her attention was back on the other woman. ] We should let your hair dry now, unless you want to change something.
[ That same smile grew when Ianthe thanked her. Robin began to put her things away after; she'd style it later, keep talking about other topics if she'd like. Ianthe's company was enjoyable regardless. ]
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[Ianthe's brow furrowed for a moment.]
Who ended up being the favorite? The oldest?
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Yes. Ezra. [ A beat. After that, with a trace of longing, ] And I was his.
But we haven't spoken in years.
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What happened?
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Something happened, and he wanted nothing to do with us anymore.
[ Abandoned them. Abandoned her. ]
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That sucks. Maybe reconciliation can happen in the future. If not with the family as a whole but between you and him. Especially if you're his favorite.
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She'd find a way to change that, here. The more people grew attached to her, the more protected she'd feel, and protection meant security. One day she might even become untouchable. ]
... I hope so. [ Empty words. Then, as if someone reminded her to smile, ] We'd have to be in the same place, first.
[ She was done with Ianthe's hair. Her tone was kinder, now that her attention was back on the other woman. ] We should let your hair dry now, unless you want to change something.
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[And then Ianthe could decide if he would go on her No Fuck list.]
I like it long. You can leave it to dry. I just wanted a trim and a little pampering. Hands on my hair is so relaxing. Thank you.
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I will.
[ That same smile grew when Ianthe thanked her. Robin began to put her things away after; she'd style it later, keep talking about other topics if she'd like. Ianthe's company was enjoyable regardless. ]