In this moment, there’s absolutely nothing that could break Jaws from his side. In this moment, and probably all of the rest. She didn’t know how much more time he’d have, or she’d have for that matter. To live and he as old as he was, sure, but her own genetics are… well, they’re not nearly as strong. Something had taken her mother, and if her father still lived and breathed, he was a madman. Floyd had never been the most stable, and Jaws showed signs of that some days. There was no telling the wild tales of her mother’s bloodline either. Some of these struggles were genetic.
And some of them were things left with them over time. Trauma. Hell, their whole existence was a trauma factory. But that was okay. The best they could do was be there for each other, and where Jaws is now, she has the best support system she’d ever had. Where Rade stands as she picks through his tangled mane, he’s exposed his throat. There’s a vulnerability here, though she knows not of the memory that plays like a tattered film reel before him. Jaws is gentle as she picks through the tangles in his mane, straightening him out as best she can. His laughter sends a warmth through her, heart soaring.
Jaws laughs too. It’s soft, softer than her usual. Around Rade she is safe, the vulnerability that she’d never show anyone else shining through. To survive on her own she often had to carry herself as a man would, but here the bravado is dropped. “Silly boys, don’t they know gods are women?” She jokes gently with him, cheek pressed against his neck.
Come with me? Jaws could cry. A lump in her throat, and she had to squeeze her eyes shut. Her face is well hidden in Rade’s neck. “I don’t want to be anywhere other than with you.” her voice cracks over the last word. It didn’t matter where he was now-- judging by the brackish smell and lack of saltwater in his mane it wasn’t at home. It didn’t matter. Not to Jaws. She wasn’t going to lose him, now or ever again.
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