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Syd Porter
It took a fair amount of effort for Syd to remove his coat using just one arm. By the time he had hung it on the stand, Skye had walked in to greet him. When their eyes met, everything seemed to stop for a second - until she stepped closer, and carefully slipped her arms around his waist. Without answering her question, Syd put his arm around her and held her for a moment, allowing her warmth and gentle touch to dispel his bad mood. The delicate kiss that she planted on his lips drew a smile from him. "A sit down would be nice," he murmured, as she lead him by the hand into the living room.
"Howdy, big man," he greeted Braden, who was watching some Western on the television. Syd smiled faintly at the boy. When he was around that age, he had been into cowboys too - he remembered watching a Lone Ranger serial once, the first show he had ever managed to sit through from start to finish, and was enthralled by the gun-spinning and the shootout scenes. Now, his own gun hung in a holster at his hip, and he was coming home from real gunfights. As he considered the parallels between Braden and his past self, Syd's smile faded and his stomach clenched. Someday, he knew, the boy would end up slinging guns just like he was, and like all his idols were. It unsettled him slightly to see Braden so keen to follow in their footsteps, but he knew that Lucy felt the same way about him, so he wasn't going to do anything to stop him from making his own decisions. When the boy passed him on his way upstairs, Syd sent him a wink, but said nothing more.
Skye invited him to sit beside her on the sofa, which he gratefully accepted. "We got what we wanted," he told her, heaving a sigh. "So, it went...Well, it went well enough." He looked into her eyes, saying nothing for a moment, and reached out to gently caress her hand. Savannah's piano playing sounded from the next room. "You teach her to play like that?" he asked, a small smile coming to his face. "Skye, you know, if you don't want the kids to see this -" he gestured to his beaten face, "- you can tell me not to come. It's just, you do a great job at keeping this place in order, and things are always a bit weird at home after a job. God, and now it's looking like my dad's adopting another kid..." Syd leaned forward and rubbed at his tender eyes before letting out a somewhat exasperated laugh. "He's my cousin or something, I don't know. Guy's a total stranger, like. But dad's started laying down house rules and whatever, as if he's gonna be staying here. I mean, it's not like we don't have the space for him, but hell, I don't even think mam knows he's here."
Syd looked up at Skye and, catching himself, sent her a smile. "Sorry, I shouldn't give out," he said, putting his arm around her and pulling her into him so he could kiss her. He rested his head on Skye's for a moment while next door's harmonies filled the gap in conversation. "You alright?" he asked her softly. "What you thinking?"
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Misty Gray Skye
It took a fair amount of effort for Syd to remove his coat using just one arm. By the time he had hung it on the stand, Skye had walked in to greet him. When their eyes met, everything seemed to stop for a second - until she stepped closer, and carefully slipped her arms around his waist. Without answering her question, Syd put his arm around her and held her for a moment, allowing her warmth and gentle touch to dispel his bad mood. The delicate kiss that she planted on his lips drew a smile from him. "A sit down would be nice," he murmured, as she lead him by the hand into the living room.
"Howdy, big man," he greeted Braden, who was watching some Western on the television. Syd smiled faintly at the boy. When he was around that age, he had been into cowboys too - he remembered watching a Lone Ranger serial once, the first show he had ever managed to sit through from start to finish, and was enthralled by the gun-spinning and the shootout scenes. Now, his own gun hung in a holster at his hip, and he was coming home from real gunfights. As he considered the parallels between Braden and his past self, Syd's smile faded and his stomach clenched. Someday, he knew, the boy would end up slinging guns just like he was, and like all his idols were. It unsettled him slightly to see Braden so keen to follow in their footsteps, but he knew that Lucy felt the same way about him, so he wasn't going to do anything to stop him from making his own decisions. When the boy passed him on his way upstairs, Syd sent him a wink, but said nothing more.
Skye invited him to sit beside her on the sofa, which he gratefully accepted. "We got what we wanted," he told her, heaving a sigh. "So, it went...Well, it went well enough." He looked into her eyes, saying nothing for a moment, and reached out to gently caress her hand. Savannah's piano playing sounded from the next room. "You teach her to play like that?" he asked, a small smile coming to his face. "Skye, you know, if you don't want the kids to see this -" he gestured to his beaten face, "- you can tell me not to come. It's just, you do a great job at keeping this place in order, and things are always a bit weird at home after a job. God, and now it's looking like my dad's adopting another kid..." Syd leaned forward and rubbed at his tender eyes before letting out a somewhat exasperated laugh. "He's my cousin or something, I don't know. Guy's a total stranger, like. But dad's started laying down house rules and whatever, as if he's gonna be staying here. I mean, it's not like we don't have the space for him, but hell, I don't even think mam knows he's here."
Syd looked up at Skye and, catching himself, sent her a smile. "Sorry, I shouldn't give out," he said, putting his arm around her and pulling her into him so he could kiss her. He rested his head on Skye's for a moment while next door's harmonies filled the gap in conversation. "You alright?" he asked her softly. "What you thinking?"
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Misty Gray Skye