Slingin' from the hip, never the heart. | Open Post

[tinstar]

Raylan's job took him everywhere, from Harlan to Los Angeles to Paris. The Marshals service was demanding but Raylan leaned into the work, traveling as needed to get to get his man.

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[citharede]

It gets a smile. A tiny, brief pull of a smile, a very Raylan kind of smile, but one big enough to show her dimples. "Good. I hope Willa gave you the rest."

She looks around more carefully this time as they go back to the kitchen, noting the changes, what's stayed the same. Athena has no impulse to show off her Gift, but she remembers doing that here, when she realized it came back to her. She traces her fingertips slowly across the countertop, memories drifting to the surface and making her feel strange.

But the coffee maker is the same coffee maker. And it works. And the beans are still pre-ground in an industrial sized jar. She smiles as she makes it up, another one of those brief little ghost expressions. "God, this is fucking... weird."

She looks over her shoulder at Raylan. "I didn't think they'd put out any kind of BOLO on me. They've kept things so quiet until now, they have to be planning something."