[It's like magic, watching the card shift and change. Something important, magic, silver lines that blossom into red roses at the borders of her name (her name) that she holds in her hand, that he'd kept at the bottom of a toy chest beneath a mountain of guns because they'd never get it from me.
He knows her name. He's known her name.
And yet he still called her Ace. He still treated her the way she wanted to be treated. He never used it against her, never danced around the suggestion of it. He knew, and he did nothing.
He knows her name, and for an instant her wild thoughts turn to a shy boy in a different bedroom than this one, reading a story, watching a world end, with everything hinging on giving a little girl a name. Because names have power, names are everything. Names matter more than anything else.
And he kept hers safe for her.]
...I.
[And yet she's still scared. She knows what she wants to ask him, knows what she wants to hear him do. But she can't make herself do it, not yet.]
You tried to fill it in yourself. The parts you didn't know?
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He knows her name. He's known her name.
And yet he still called her Ace. He still treated her the way she wanted to be treated. He never used it against her, never danced around the suggestion of it. He knew, and he did nothing.
He knows her name, and for an instant her wild thoughts turn to a shy boy in a different bedroom than this one, reading a story, watching a world end, with everything hinging on giving a little girl a name. Because names have power, names are everything. Names matter more than anything else.
And he kept hers safe for her.]
...I.
[And yet she's still scared. She knows what she wants to ask him, knows what she wants to hear him do. But she can't make herself do it, not yet.]
You tried to fill it in yourself. The parts you didn't know?