[ They move out of the Shatterdome and into an apartment of their own -- it's not so much intentional as it is the next course of action, a natural thing to do. Ever since Pitfall, they've been inseparable, and she's never thought too much of it until Tendo takes her aside the day before they're slated to leave, tells her in no uncertain terms that she ought to let him go if she doesn't feel the same, because Raleigh is a man who's in it for the long haul, who falls in love so deeply and so completely that it would be cruel to keep stringing him along.
Mako said nothing and only nodded, because she hadn't thought of it -- hadn't considered them, and definitely hadn't actually taken the initiative to talk to Raleigh about it. They'd simply fallen into such a comfortable, familiar pattern with each other that not talking about it worked.
And so began making a home for them, Raleigh with his skills and foresight and knowledge of making things with his hands, and with her help, slowly but surely furnished their bare apartment into something much more livable, with furniture and counters and a bed and all necessary plumbing and appliances.
Finally, the Becket-Mori household of two.
It's a week after all this had gone on, six months in total that Mako thinks hard about this again -- about the depth of their relationship, and where they would be going with each other. She's twenty three today, still young with a whole road ahead of her, would she be happy living out her entire life with this man? It means seventy, eighty years if they're lucky, and it's a heavy commitment to make.
She's awake in the early hours of the morning, when the light is just shining over the horizon and lightening the sky, and Mako gets to study the way he sleeps beside her, on his side facing her, features relaxed and peaceful in repose. He's beautiful, with lovely thick lashes and a soft mouth and incredible cheekbones -- but beauty isn't a deciding factor in making a lifelong commitment. Loving someone is different from wanting to spend all your years with them; the difference is subtle, but it's there, and now more than ever, she ruminates on Tendo's words.
Mako wavers, thinks long, thinks hard - to keep him, or let him go? She doesn't get her answer easily, and she shifts closer to admire him, her knuckles brushing over his cheek before tracing lightly over his features. ]
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[ They move out of the Shatterdome and into an apartment of their own -- it's not so much intentional as it is the next course of action, a natural thing to do. Ever since Pitfall, they've been inseparable, and she's never thought too much of it until Tendo takes her aside the day before they're slated to leave, tells her in no uncertain terms that she ought to let him go if she doesn't feel the same, because Raleigh is a man who's in it for the long haul, who falls in love so deeply and so completely that it would be cruel to keep stringing him along.
Mako said nothing and only nodded, because she hadn't thought of it -- hadn't considered them, and definitely hadn't actually taken the initiative to talk to Raleigh about it. They'd simply fallen into such a comfortable, familiar pattern with each other that not talking about it worked.
And so began making a home for them, Raleigh with his skills and foresight and knowledge of making things with his hands, and with her help, slowly but surely furnished their bare apartment into something much more livable, with furniture and counters and a bed and all necessary plumbing and appliances.
Finally, the Becket-Mori household of two.
It's a week after all this had gone on, six months in total that Mako thinks hard about this again -- about the depth of their relationship, and where they would be going with each other. She's twenty three today, still young with a whole road ahead of her, would she be happy living out her entire life with this man? It means seventy, eighty years if they're lucky, and it's a heavy commitment to make.
She's awake in the early hours of the morning, when the light is just shining over the horizon and lightening the sky, and Mako gets to study the way he sleeps beside her, on his side facing her, features relaxed and peaceful in repose. He's beautiful, with lovely thick lashes and a soft mouth and incredible cheekbones -- but beauty isn't a deciding factor in making a lifelong commitment. Loving someone is different from wanting to spend all your years with them; the difference is subtle, but it's there, and now more than ever, she ruminates on Tendo's words.
Mako wavers, thinks long, thinks hard - to keep him, or let him go? She doesn't get her answer easily, and she shifts closer to admire him, her knuckles brushing over his cheek before tracing lightly over his features. ]