{Hazy sunshine over the hill

[deadlycurves]

WHO: Hargreeves + YOU

WHERE: Krakoa; various

WHEN: Varies, specified by thread

WHAT: Varies, specified by thread

WARNINGS: Warnings will be updated where necessary

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[numberthree]

She loves doing that. When Five actually relaxes, nearly gets to laughing, and it clouds up his face in different ways. The smile that he leans into as he leans into the table and the conversation, showing it. He's always still there. In himself. Of himself. Even for all he's been through, and how he still carries it in himself, and everything all of them are still carrying -- but especially him and that terrible apocalyptic future they all somehow sidestepped.

(Except for Five. He's with them now, but he still lived there for too long. Even if it had been a few weeks, she'd still say it was too long. And part of that, like all of their pasts in the Academy, lived on inside of them, too. Just finding new ways to orient itself with their new life, lives.)

There's a crooked tilt to her mouth, only halfway to smile, even as she shakes her head, lifting her coffee at that comment. She's proud of those things -- possessive of them, perhaps, even more than she ever knew she could be balanced by them -- but still there's no end to the fact for a moment she can slightly put it in parallel with anything five years ago, ten, back home. "Whoever would have pegged that one? Really, any of this."

It makes her think of what she asked Klaus, and how he answered.

"Allison Hargreeves." Beat. "Mom."
The flick of a smirk. "That was definitely never in my fan mail."

[timehit]

"What, it's not glamorous enough for you?" His eyebrows raise, and Five lifts up a hand to gesture about the room. His tone is lightly teasing; of course, he's spent all of these years watching the rest of his family grow with him to maturity, grow into themselves and into this strange new life. One might say from a distance, but not a far one, only a slight remove from one who found himself castaway after an apocalypse. Maybe not for good and maybe not for a lifetime as he feared, but the reality, that possible reality, is something that's difficult to shake completely.

Allison, in all of her possibilities, could-be and might-have-beens, has always been the most natural under a limelight. Five considers her the best representative of not only Krakoa's interests but the family's as well. But what his time alone taught him — none of that is fulfilling in the end. He had his arrogance and his pride, and what did that buy him in the end?

What is he without those he loves most, what are any of them? A fragment, incomplete.

"If it's come as a surprise, Allison, well, I guess some old lessons are just hard to forget. Maybe you've simply found out how to adapt." He taps his fingers against the porcelain of the mug, a steady rhythm like the ticking of a clock. Tick-tock. "No, that would be settling for less than the best. To thrive."

[numberthree]

The thing is: it's not. Glamorous.

If she tries to see it through the eyes of the girl who at eighteen was biting at every cuff and collar except Luther -- the only single reason in the world she would standstill when she'd hated everything about her father for almost six years at that point -- none of this is glamorous. There're no bright lights. No fame. No vision of being recognized and getting awards.

But that girl wouldn't see what she sees either. She can still remember the day the leaning floorboards got put in, all of her brothers laughing and doing it, while Claire kept trying to steal and test taste the nails for them. The way the dinner successively fell into having more extended hours. Having people underfoot stopped being a chore and started being a comfort that meant no one had to do anything truly alone.

"I hope so." It slides out of her mouth after a few seconds, lost in between the two. "I think I like this version of me better than any of the ones I spent forever trying to convince myself I could become." A small pause, barely half a second, and her mouth tips a little crooked. "Besides, I may be just a little preferential to the things it gave me, and all of us, back, that we might never have gotten before."

If she means the family, and she does, it's also incredibly clear from her smile and the way she's looking at him, that she very much means him, too. Having a life where he got to be back in it. That was better than glamour ever could have been.