Liam Kincaid (
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fandomtownies2018-10-06 09:08 am
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The Perk, Saturday Morning
Part of Liam had expected to wake early Saturday and find his mother gone, that it had all just been yet another strange dream. But he'd poked his head into the guest room at the house and found she was still there, asleep. This was real.
She was here.
And now... they were sitting at the Perk, with breakfast pastries and tea, and he was waiting for his girlfriend to arrive so he could introduce her to his mother. Real, maybe, but also very, very surreal.
[ooc: for them that's mentioned, but also open!]
She was here.
And now... they were sitting at the Perk, with breakfast pastries and tea, and he was waiting for his girlfriend to arrive so he could introduce her to his mother. Real, maybe, but also very, very surreal.
[ooc: for them that's mentioned, but also open!]

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Her father, amateur historian, would know more. And, if he had access to Covenant records, even more than that.
"Though by the time the family came to America, we were just Healys." Probably for the best, because tiny Verity had had enough trouble spelling her name, never mind if it were still Gaelic.
"And yes! Well, we found a male dragon, specifically. His name is William. Turns out we've been living with female dragons for centuries and just didn't know that was what they were."
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And speaking of names... "William," Siobhan echoed. "Not exactly a name that makes you think 'dragon', but I suppose nobody's about to tell him that, now are they?"
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Her dad had taken 'Liam's mom is temporarily back from the dead' in stride. Their family baby-sitter was a ghost, after all.
"That was pretty much my entire reaction," Verity admitted with a chuckle. "I wasn't going to risk finding out definitively that I am not flame-retardant by telling a dragon the size of a bus that his name wasn't draconic enough for me."
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Everything else, though? Yeah. So he'd visibly relaxed when his mother decided to open the conversation by asking Verity about the dragon.
“An exercise in restraint that I was pretty damned glad for, I’ll tell you that much.”
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“Antimony?” he guessed.
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Antimony had never set anything on fire that she hadn't intended to.
"But if you're ever looking through family albums and see me with a really unfortunate haircut around fifth grade, you'll know why."
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“Siblings?” Siobhan asked. “Older or younger?”
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“You sound like you’re very close to your family,” Siobhan observed, her tone clearly approving.
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She frowned thoughtfully and looked at Liam. "Did I ever tell you that, technically, Sarah is our aunt? She was adopted by Grandma and Grandpa Baker, just like mom. Just...thirty-five years later."
Way more than she'd normally tell a stranger about her family, but this was Liam's mom.
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Said the six-year-old who looked to be within a few years of his own mother's age.
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"Blood certainly isn't the be-all-end-all," Siobhan admitted. "Even someone like me, who spent a great deal of time researching her family lines, can admit that."
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"Well, I was right, wasn't I?" Siobhan pointed out. Of course, at the time, she'd thought she was doing the right thing. Now? Not so much. "She was a Liberation spy."
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"And who's Ariel, then?"
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Siobhan shook her head. "You'd mentioned that the Taelons were- gone," she said slowly. "Somehow it didn't occur to me that anyone might be making use of their ship."
"That's where I was living, too, for about a year before I came to this island," Liam explained. "Exploring. Which was- I enjoyed it, but it felt like something was... missing." Namely, that chance at a normal life.
He hadn't quite figured out if he ought to mention his own death and subsequent resurrection to her, no.
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"He's brought some of that tech along with him," she added, looking at Siobhan. "There's this chair that I had to convince him was nice, but not actually a substitute for a decent b--bit of bedroom furniture."
While Liam was puzzling over literal life-or-death questions, Verity was stumbling over whether or not she was supposed to be mentioning Liam's bed.
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Liam, at least, had the grace to look a bit sheepish. "I don't sleep all that much," he explained, and then as Siobhan's face turned concerned, tried to clarify: "Don't need to." Though thanks to Verity, he'd been learning about the benefits of a good lie-in, even if he spent that time while she slept reading or talking to the mice.
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