[Raleigh takes pictures of things, place, sights, people that matter to him, and keeps a collection of them on his wall. Takes the time to arrange them no matter what room he's sleeping in, not that he does a lot of sleeping in general. His pictures matter to him, little snapshots of things that might not be anything special to anyone else but he's got a story attached to every one of them.
There's picture of a shoe and it's actually his Uncle Charles' and he didn't know it at the time he took it, but it was the last time he ever saw his uncle or those shoes. A picture of him and Yancy being stupid, cocky kids, with him showing off that extra inch of height he had on his brother by making it as obvious as possible. There's one of his mom and sister, two ladies long gone to him through death and bitterness and misunderstandings. A picture of the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio, he's not religious but that was a good weekend with Yancy. A building in Prague, a baseball bat, a pair of hockey skates and so on.
Raleigh snaps a picture of Mako now, kneeling beside her as she's sleeping, her hand tucked under her chin, and curled tight into her little blanket burrito. They're still exploring each other, have discovered the sweetness that is kissing but haven't quite made the leap to lovers just yet.
But really, he's slacking in adding her to his wall. He should've taken a picture of her the moment they met.]
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There's picture of a shoe and it's actually his Uncle Charles' and he didn't know it at the time he took it, but it was the last time he ever saw his uncle or those shoes. A picture of him and Yancy being stupid, cocky kids, with him showing off that extra inch of height he had on his brother by making it as obvious as possible. There's one of his mom and sister, two ladies long gone to him through death and bitterness and misunderstandings. A picture of the Christ the Redeemer statue in Rio, he's not religious but that was a good weekend with Yancy. A building in Prague, a baseball bat, a pair of hockey skates and so on.
Raleigh snaps a picture of Mako now, kneeling beside her as she's sleeping, her hand tucked under her chin, and curled tight into her little blanket burrito. They're still exploring each other, have discovered the sweetness that is kissing but haven't quite made the leap to lovers just yet.
But really, he's slacking in adding her to his wall. He should've taken a picture of her the moment they met.]