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A beautiful fiction I invented to keep out the cold

Who: Chloe Frazer & others
What: Catch-all; open prompts
When: March and April
Where: Around Milton

Content Warnings: Self-injury content related to the echo effects. Descriptions of canon typical violence and murder. Talk about hunting/eating animals.

Chloe doesn't trust Methuselah as far as she could throw him, and a trip through a mine where she's forced to rely on the goodwill of a bunch of cop types does not sound like her idea of a good time. Also, sticking around Milton when most of the people who 'patrol' (imagine her air quotes) are away is a great opportunity to snoop in people’s houses.

Anyone who remains in or returns to Milton may find her either doing her usual wild running in the woods, checking her snares for snacks, or sneaking around newly empty locations to see what's been left behind.

Aurora nights are a different thing, however. Chloe likes to think that she's done her best to do right by the people that she cares about, but the truth is she's cut a few throats in her day, stepped over others to make sure that she would wind up on top. Something about the aurora this month brings every one of those memories roaring back. It has her running faster, drinking until she can't see, and doing risky climbs onto (and jumps between) rooftops, trying to escape the feeling.

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"It's pretty ballsy, isn't it? And shows that he's clever, 'cause he sort of got away with it. But it's not really something people on the up-and-up do, is it?"

Endless confidence sounds right, too.

"Yeah. I'd imagine there weren't many like him on that ship, huh? And then you guys were stranded with no other company."

Well-- Sure, he can admit Chloe does have a point there. People on the up-and-up wouldn't do that. But people on the up-and-up are also terribly boring, if Billy's experience with them is anything to go by.

.. so maybe he is into bad boys just a little bit after all, huh.

"We were stuck in the ice for years," he adds to her own accurate summary of events. Years, Chloe. Billy knows she of all people will understand, given how little she seems to like being bound to anything. Imagine being bound to nothing but one ship to move around on and the company of the same group of people every single day.. Like Milton, but way worse. "It was cold and miserable. The habits of the lieutenants started to truly get on my nerves, even more so when I had to serve them every single day. The moments I could sneak away with Cornelius to dark corners of the ships were the only times I felt like I could escape all that."

“Christ. Stuck in the ice for years and still had to serve officers? I might have walked off into the snow.”

You're stronger than her for sure, Billy.

“I can see why you'd want to be around someone who wasn't all stuffed shirt royal navy about it.”

Thank you for acknowledging his suffering, Chloe. No one else ever seems to understand how hard it is..

It's at the second part that he hums though. "That's part of it."

Granted, talking a little too much about why he likes Cornelius is.. a little embarrassing. It's not like he wants to come across as some lovelorn fool, after all. So after a slight pause, he changes tracks just slightly, to--

"Have you seen that man who is always patrolling town in a greatcoat?" At least Little's choice of clothing - not even having ditched his clothes from back home - makes him a very recognizable figure to describe.. "He was one of the officers I had to serve. The first lieutenant. I've spent years serving him breakfast. Mending his clothes. Tending to so many small things for him."

Trust him, Chloe. You don't want the extensive list.

"It makes it rather uncomfortable to be stuck in the same place now, even with those roles and ranks having disappeared."

“Yeah, I know who you mean.” Chloe might be the only person in Milton who is afraid of Edward Little. She doesn't trust those people who are patrolling inside the town.

“I don't know how you can stand that, being cooped up with these guys you used to work for. I thought working with my exes was bad!” It was bad. They were always bickering and trying to kill each other in tunnels. “Is he trying to fall back into those old patterns with you now?”

"Thankfully not."

He'd gag if any of the lieutenants were here and trying to order him around.. At least he'd be pretty convinced Hodgson wouldn't attempt to do so after how things went down back home, but with Little he hadn't been sure, especially with the way the other seems to stick to everything from back home otherwise, even here in this place. Irving would be even worse, he's sure. Thankfully it's just Little for now, and thankfully that man hasn't ordered him around at all.

"Instead he seems to.." Billy's voice trails off, and if Chloe turns her head to glance over at him at all, he's making a bit of A Face. "He called me by my name, and then asked me to call him by his."

A normal thing by modern standards, but by Victorian standards? It's far too intimate, especially for a guy like Billy. There's a reason he doesn't even call Chloe by her first name despite feeling close to her, after all.

"It feels strange. Back home he did not care about me at all, even when I was visibly sick and deteriorating in front of his own eyes. And now he is suddenly acting like this."

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“Yeah,” Chloe sighs, imagining it. “Lots of those guys, when you're subordinate to them, they don't see you at all.”

What a waste.

“Maybe he feels bad, now that it doesn't matter, about how all that went down?” She doesn't know him, so it's hard to say. “Or like, legally you're equals now, I guess. No one is in the Royal Navy here, huh.”

There's a slight pause.

"Well, if he has decided to feel bad now, then that is far too late." Granted, Billy's feelings on this are a little more complicated than he's really presenting them in this moment.. But he doesn't particularly care to explore them even just to himself, let alone to anyone else.

Still, he shifts a little awkwardly - something Chloe will definitely be able to feel, given how closely they're pressed together.

"He should have cared when I was actively dying of illness."

Chloe nods. “He should have. But I wouldn't be surprised if he was only starting to see you as a real person here. Hierarchies are fucked up.”

She's been low enough on the ladder before to be someone whose pain was both public and invisible, and it sucks. She’s never giving anyone power like that over her again.

“I'm sorry it all got so bad.”

It's.. definitely strange, hearing that. It's not as strange in the light of how relatively kindly Chloe has been treating him all this time, but it is strange to hear sympathy for it being expressed at all. Everyone back home was just trying to survive, after all. From Billy's point of view no one really had time to think about anyone else but themselves back there. No time for sympathy. Just for getting by.

"I am alive now," he slowly answers.

It's like Billy's body heat is somehow getting a little bit hotter, though not painfully so.

"That is what matters. I am not going to waste this second chance. I.. want to live."

After the mind-numbing cold of the fog, the extra warmth is nice, even if it does indicate some strong emotions.

“You will. This time around, you're gonna get everything.”

The words are weirdly comforting. Even though he logically knows it's not like anything will change just because Chloe said that, the words still feel nice. It's the sort of reassurance he isn't particularly used to, but he wants to keep it close to his chest all the same. Not just because he desperately wants those words to be true, but also because there's just something nice in hearing them. It makes him grateful towards her.

.. even if he doesn't know how to reply to them whatsoever.

Maybe it's why he doesn't reply to them. Instead Billy finally slowly unfurls himself from where he was curled up at Chloe's side, standing up and dusting the snow off his pants before offering her a hand. He figures she's likely been warmed up enough to be able to walk again.

"Allow me to bring you home, Miss Frazer." Out of the cold, before it can get to her again.

Chloe watches Billy unfurl himself to standing like a plant in the sun, then stands far less gracefully herself.

“Yeah, thanks. I didn't think that was strange at all. I'm glad you were here.”

For a second he looks almost comically surprised before it melts into an expression that's a little more like Billy.

"Are you a mind reader as well now?"

He hadn't said anything about that out loud, after all. But he had been worried about it being a little strange, especially with what most people expect from a man and a woman huddling together like that. And yet without even voicing that worry, Chloe takes it away. It's a strange thing for a man who never expects anything from anyone else, let alone understanding without him having to speak.

It definitely adds to the weirdly comforting feeling he had only a moment ago.

"Such a woman of many talents," he lightly jokes, as if to cover up any more gooey feelings underneath the surface.

Chloe laughs. “Nah. We were just close enough that I could feel how tense you were at first.”

She doesn't want to dwell on that though, so she winks hugely. “But I do have many talents. Thanks for noticing.”

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A beautiful fiction I invented to keep out the cold

ach... nae, I love him...

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