Maybe it's life's last give to someone. Just something pretty to look at before oblivion takes you into another life. Nekane's heard the process of reincarnation is painless so that helps. Really, it just sounds like the fear of something new causing people to slide into resurrection.
"Yup, cheese." They grin at his sputter because it'll never not be funny. And save the photo. "One last fucking trick from me."
Logically these photos mean nothing. When they go back home then it'll all go away. But they'll hold onto these memories until they end, until it's stretched so far that it threatens to snap and break the detective.
It's how they've remembered everyone in their life and they won't stop now.
They save the photo and put their phone away. Nekane's half tempted to start an 'argument' that by technically they win because it didn't involve magic but it's pointless. And they're tired. The warmth of the blanket and Héctor's wings are not helping. As much as Nekane liked the cold, warmth was pretty fucking good too.
So they bury themself a little more before finding Héctor's hand to hold onto. Under Hell's idea of a night sky and the wing of a weird not-angel, Nekane closes their eyes.
"Yup. Another day with you."
They're asleep before they can ponder what exactly they mean.
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As if they'll see each other again when either one of them returns to their place. But he allows his own foolishness for the moment.
Nekane gives in to their own bout of it and he looks at them with an expression of confusion.
"Cheese?" He repeats, not at all understanding. And then the photo snaps. He splutters.
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"Yup, cheese." They grin at his sputter because it'll never not be funny. And save the photo. "One last fucking trick from me."
Logically these photos mean nothing. When they go back home then it'll all go away. But they'll hold onto these memories until they end, until it's stretched so far that it threatens to snap and break the detective.
It's how they've remembered everyone in their life and they won't stop now.
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He's huffing and making face until they suggest it as one last trick. He squints them a moment longer and then sighs.
"Oh, fine, that's fair play. A win to you."
But despite all that huffing and puffing, there's a slight grin at the corner of his mouth.
"We'll both rest and tomorrow will be a new day..."
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They save the photo and put their phone away. Nekane's half tempted to start an 'argument' that by technically they win because it didn't involve magic but it's pointless. And they're tired. The warmth of the blanket and Héctor's wings are not helping. As much as Nekane liked the cold, warmth was pretty fucking good too.
So they bury themself a little more before finding Héctor's hand to hold onto. Under Hell's idea of a night sky and the wing of a weird not-angel, Nekane closes their eyes.
"Yup. Another day with you."
They're asleep before they can ponder what exactly they mean.