[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.]
[ His pictures matter to him, they're his lifeblood, a story spoken of in shutters and moments -- Mako spends time looking at them whenever she's in his room, taking in every snapshot, every unmentioned milestone in his existence.
Shoes, Yancy, two ladies who resemble him but Raleigh rarely talks about -- knick-knacks that mean little to the untrained eye but form bits and pieces of the world that is Raleigh Becket; it's a study in the foundations that form him, and Mako often asks about one or the other, treating all of it as precious things to be known and understood.
She's sleeping soundly when he wakes and crawls out of bed, snuggled contentedly and warm as a toaster in summer, but the click of his camera rouses her into wakefulness, her eyes fluttering open in drowsy recognition when she spots him, smiling with sleepy amusement and unmistakable fondness when she sees the camera in his hand. ]
[Might as well be honest about it, right? No use in hiding it, when he's taking the polaroid out of the camera and shaking it to develop it quicker. It's ridiculously hard these days to find a polaroid camera, much less the film for it. Raleigh's got a small stash of it but it just means that he has to be pickier about what he's taking pictures of.
He kind of wants to use everything he has left on Mako.]
[ That... is actually very sweet. Mako's never expected something like that, but she's leaning over, sleep-fogged, to peer at what he's taken. It's all right; Mako's got an eye on a good-sized stack of it at one of the stores in Hong Kong, and she'd planned to give it to him next week.
She knows how much Raleigh loves this hobby, and how quickly he's running out of it. Amused, she rests her chin on her hands, her hair mussed and eyes lidded. ]
Adding me to the wall -- are you going to kill me?
[He didn't think of it that way. Most of the people on his wall of photographs are dead-- with the exception of his sister, but he hasn't talked to her in so long that she might as well be (or at the very least, considered a perfect stranger) and that's kind of depressing.]
Wasn't planning on it.
[The picture finishes developing after a few seconds, a perfect impression of a sleeping Mako, he thinks she looks beautiful no matter what but she looks peaceful in this picture and that makes it even more special.]
[ Mako frowns, looking over the polaroid and she doesn't see what he sees -- it's startling, to see her asleep, like she's invaded something somehow, even if it was herself. ]
I look... vulnerable. [ And even now, after all that's happened, and who she's with -- Mako finds that thought surprising. Raleigh, the other half of her soul, who had blossomed into the love of her life, had captured something she hadn't thought she'd see.
[Maybe Raleigh find her beautiful in her vulnerability. She doesn't have to be tough and fierce all the time. He knows that she can kick ass, he's seen her do it, she handed him his on the kwoon floor the first day that they met. But when she's around him, she lets down her guard sometimes and she opens up to him, and he likes that better.
Because it means she trusts him.]
Yeah. [He smiles at her softly.] I think you look beautiful.
this is totally hooker au too (it just ran away with me)
[ Mako hesitates -- she's not immune to the way he smiles at her, soft and gentle. It's a far cry from when they'd first met a seeming lifetime ago, when he'd been distant and guarded, deep in his own sorrow and mourning his brother.
Now, he smiles with her, open and vulnerable and maybe there's a point there. She trusts him, more than anyone else she's ever trusted save for Stacker -- he gives her a new lease on life, a reason to hope for the future beyond steely vengeance, and for that she is grateful.
Propping herself with an elbow and turning on her side, Mako offers a gentle, tentative smile in return. She would put her life in his hands, always. ]
[He shrugs that off easily, looking at the polaroid for a few moments more before he gets up to actually add it to the wall, nestles it between a picture of him and Yancy and a woman in a red dress.
Raleigh comes back to bed soon though, settling in close to her.]
[ She peers at the wall from her vantage point on the bed, unable to help a small smile that tugs at her lips. She's always appreciated this hobby of his, admired his photos whenever she's doing something mundane around their shared space.
She shifts to pull him into her arms, nuzzling into him. ] And a part of what you love.
I'd rather you took me with you, when you're traveling. [Raleigh retorts, poking her in the side before he reaches for his camera. Sure, he's almost out of film and he's been sparing it every chance he gets but-- he'd let her. He loves her that much.]
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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.]
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Shoes, Yancy, two ladies who resemble him but Raleigh rarely talks about -- knick-knacks that mean little to the untrained eye but form bits and pieces of the world that is Raleigh Becket; it's a study in the foundations that form him, and Mako often asks about one or the other, treating all of it as precious things to be known and understood.
She's sleeping soundly when he wakes and crawls out of bed, snuggled contentedly and warm as a toaster in summer, but the click of his camera rouses her into wakefulness, her eyes fluttering open in drowsy recognition when she spots him, smiling with sleepy amusement and unmistakable fondness when she sees the camera in his hand. ]
What are you doing...?
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[Might as well be honest about it, right? No use in hiding it, when he's taking the polaroid out of the camera and shaking it to develop it quicker. It's ridiculously hard these days to find a polaroid camera, much less the film for it. Raleigh's got a small stash of it but it just means that he has to be pickier about what he's taking pictures of.
He kind of wants to use everything he has left on Mako.]
Thought it was time to add you to the wall.
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She knows how much Raleigh loves this hobby, and how quickly he's running out of it. Amused, she rests her chin on her hands, her hair mussed and eyes lidded. ]
Adding me to the wall -- are you going to kill me?
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Wasn't planning on it.
[The picture finishes developing after a few seconds, a perfect impression of a sleeping Mako, he thinks she looks beautiful no matter what but she looks peaceful in this picture and that makes it even more special.]
What do you think?
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I look... vulnerable. [ And even now, after all that's happened, and who she's with -- Mako finds that thought surprising. Raleigh, the other half of her soul, who had blossomed into the love of her life, had captured something she hadn't thought she'd see.
She hesitates. ] Do I really look like that?
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Because it means she trusts him.]
Yeah. [He smiles at her softly.] I think you look beautiful.
this is totally hooker au too (it just ran away with me)
Now, he smiles with her, open and vulnerable and maybe there's a point there. She trusts him, more than anyone else she's ever trusted save for Stacker -- he gives her a new lease on life, a reason to hope for the future beyond steely vengeance, and for that she is grateful.
Propping herself with an elbow and turning on her side, Mako offers a gentle, tentative smile in return. She would put her life in his hands, always. ]
That's because you're biased.
weh yes okay
[He shrugs that off easily, looking at the polaroid for a few moments more before he gets up to actually add it to the wall, nestles it between a picture of him and Yancy and a woman in a red dress.
Raleigh comes back to bed soon though, settling in close to her.]
But you're a part of the wall now anyway.
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She shifts to pull him into her arms, nuzzling into him. ] And a part of what you love.
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That's been a given for a while too. Told you. I've really been slacking.
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I should take a picture of you, too. Take it with me whenever I'm traveling.
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Maybe we should take one together?