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    Her life was in complete fucking shambles and she’d be going from working at the homeless shelter in the morning to working at the bar at night for the foreseeable future, but she could make this -

    “Sister Beatrice will be the one monitoring your attendance and effort, informing us of your compliance with the required fulfillment of your service.”

    Oh good, more fucking nuns. She made some very inappropriate gestures the last time she saw a nun. Granted, Frances probably didn’t know what they meant, but it sure made her feel better.

    Ava can see it now, Sister Beatrice is probably some old hag who sucks on lemon candy and smells like feet. She’s going to hate Ava the moment she sees her.

    This is going to suck.

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    13 Jun 2023

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    just. wow. probably the best fic i have ever read.

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    “Hans thinks we’re…” Beatrice clears her throat before she can say the next word. “Dating?” Even then, the word comes out slightly strangled. She has to clear her throat again. “Why does Hans think we’re dating?”

    Or Ava and Beatrice pretend to be a couple after Ava tells a lie.

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    19 Feb 2023

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    Beatrice finds herself musing not over duty and sacrifice and God, but the truth of angels, if they can be created rather than summoned. If they can take the form of women with overeager mouths and careless limbs and eyes with a depth that beckons - a crooked finger, a spiral staircase - if they can be both human and not, both beautiful and terrifying.

    Ava asks, What do you want, Beatrice?

    (Tell me and I’ll give it to you. Tell me and I’ll build you a home there. Tell me and I’ll rearrange the universe to make it all fit, angels and demons be damned. Tell me it’s me. Me. Me.)

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    15 Jan 2023

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    The issue was, well, she had quite a few issues around sleeping. That’s probably not all that surprising given…everything…but lately, since the whole thing with the being murdered and then the nuns repeatedly trying to kill her again and the tomb and Adriel and the battle and all of that, Ava has really not been able to sleep well.

    She can sleep, yes, and obviously has to when she gets too exhausted that not even the Halo can keep her moving. But when she does it is not pretty. She’s been decently good at hiding all of this so far. Even on the road while they were trying to get here, she’d been good at hiding it. She can fake sleep well and has gotten pretty good at timing little naps when she has the space to be fully alone. Even if that was only 30 minutes at a time while Beatrice ran out of their motel rooms to get them supplies, it would at least keep her afloat.

    But now there might never be any time to be alone. Beatrice had just sworn not to leave Ava alone in sleep and she would be sharing with Beatrice for the foreseeable future.

    What is Ava going to do.

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    13 Jan 2023

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    the one where ava can’t sleep & is just insanely sleep deprived and traumatized. maybe cute stuff at end. would recommend a reread.

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    Home, to Ava, is flannel-backed chairs and worn quilts and lacy placemats and a rocking chair they find abandoned on the side of the road.

    Home, to Beatrice, is Ava’s hand in her own as she drags Beatrice through the kitschy home store four towns over and Ava’s shout of triumph when she finds a matching set of salt and pepper shakers and Ava’s waggling eyebrows when they buy the bed that she (again) calls ours.

    (Six days in Switzerland, and then a few more afterwards.)

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    21 Dec 2022