Whisper put the phone down and glanced over at her husband, already half-asleep himself on the bed. She wondered briefly how much of what the woman said was from herself and how much overflow from his own uncertainty. Nevertheless, it told her that Recall hadn't finished processing his memories. Whisper would never lie to him.
Gently, she settled on the bed beside him, tracing one finger faintly over his cheek. He didn't move. He rarely did anymore when it was her, just as her own reflexes were beginning to take into account that she trusted him.
"What did you ask her?" she whispered to herself in Alaric. She knew he was going to find out what was possible, but when he left, he hadn't really decided how much he was willing to actually test.
Whisper had long suspected Red Wolf's past was best learned about from the outside in, due to Justus' long silence on the matter, but she wasn't entirely sure how different he had been. Wolf was an alpha, harsh when necessary, and an extremely competent operative who did what needed to be done. The impression she received from the information they were only now beginning to dig into was that as a young man, he'd been a fundamental Christian, good guy next door, and an enthusiastic bluegrass fiddler. Perhaps the difference was as wide as the gulf between her own childhood and what she had become, but it was hardly one worth losing love over.
She flicked a wave of tight pressure over his shoulder.
He tensed instantly, then sat up slowly as he realized it was her that had woken him. "Whisper?" He was keeping the grumpiness out of his voice and it made her smile.
"You're always a grouch at night," she commented softly, thoroughly amused.
He groused but leaned against the backboard and tucked her under his arm. "What'd you need?" he asked somewhat more amiably.
She hummed thoughtfully as she got comfortable, then, "What did you ask her?"
He blinked, then caught on to her topic. "I asked her to prove it," he said slowly.
"Which she did..."
"Which she did." Wolf looked at her carefully, scrutinizing this odd frame of mind. "She got something from before. I'm not sure how much."
"Did you want to see it?" Whisper asked. He hadn't decided and maybe he still hadn't and this was all moot. She craned her neck to meet his gaze better. He could have asked her for his records for years. He had always known she was a tracer. It was only in the last few months that they had walked down that path.
Wolf shrugged. "Some of it," he said softly, tucked his chin against her hair. "I'd like to feel like a brother."
She thought about that, hummed softly under her breath, then traced over his jaw with one hand. "Ask her for that then."
He breathed out a sigh.
She waited a moment, listening until the silence held acceptance, then slipped under the covers and drew him down with her toward sleep.
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Kingdoms and Thorn/Fracture & Recall Crossover: The Right Question
Date: 2013-10-20 02:43 am (UTC)Gently, she settled on the bed beside him, tracing one finger faintly over his cheek. He didn't move. He rarely did anymore when it was her, just as her own reflexes were beginning to take into account that she trusted him.
"What did you ask her?" she whispered to herself in Alaric. She knew he was going to find out what was possible, but when he left, he hadn't really decided how much he was willing to actually test.
Whisper had long suspected Red Wolf's past was best learned about from the outside in, due to Justus' long silence on the matter, but she wasn't entirely sure how different he had been. Wolf was an alpha, harsh when necessary, and an extremely competent operative who did what needed to be done. The impression she received from the information they were only now beginning to dig into was that as a young man, he'd been a fundamental Christian, good guy next door, and an enthusiastic bluegrass fiddler. Perhaps the difference was as wide as the gulf between her own childhood and what she had become, but it was hardly one worth losing love over.
She flicked a wave of tight pressure over his shoulder.
He tensed instantly, then sat up slowly as he realized it was her that had woken him. "Whisper?" He was keeping the grumpiness out of his voice and it made her smile.
"You're always a grouch at night," she commented softly, thoroughly amused.
He groused but leaned against the backboard and tucked her under his arm. "What'd you need?" he asked somewhat more amiably.
She hummed thoughtfully as she got comfortable, then, "What did you ask her?"
He blinked, then caught on to her topic. "I asked her to prove it," he said slowly.
"Which she did..."
"Which she did." Wolf looked at her carefully, scrutinizing this odd frame of mind. "She got something from before. I'm not sure how much."
"Did you want to see it?" Whisper asked. He hadn't decided and maybe he still hadn't and this was all moot. She craned her neck to meet his gaze better. He could have asked her for his records for years. He had always known she was a tracer. It was only in the last few months that they had walked down that path.
Wolf shrugged. "Some of it," he said softly, tucked his chin against her hair. "I'd like to feel like a brother."
She thought about that, hummed softly under her breath, then traced over his jaw with one hand. "Ask her for that then."
He breathed out a sigh.
She waited a moment, listening until the silence held acceptance, then slipped under the covers and drew him down with her toward sleep.