#i'm going gifless here because he needs more than 2 packs

[missmvrder]

He see it, so easily it almost hurt, how in her element she must have been back them, swarmed by an army of toddlers. How the glitter that followed her everywhere must never have seemed out of place. There was a pang, something that tugged at his heart, the deep and sudden desire to have been there then, to have been the one to point out that something she owned was once again shinnier than it should be. It all sounded so mundane, so normal, so far from this world and Hudson was sad, truly sad, that it was gone. Not that he let it showed, the way he felt about Aiyla was something he kept hidden. It was just better that way. Still, he couldn't help the smile that such a vision created. "Absolutely. Already worn, maybe a bit bloody." He said it with a laugh but it wasn't that far from the truth. "What can I say, my sense of fashion was avant-garde," he said teasingly.

"Why not? You were proudly waving it earlier. Might even become an extension of yourself. But I can call you glitter if you prefer." He would not do such a thing and he would not call her machete either, at least not too often. Hudson cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms at her words, the idea of Aiyla coming up with some nickname for him funny. He liked this, this thing they had going. It made him feel worthy, made him feel whole. With her, it was so easy to forget the rest of the world, both the things he had done and the way the world as a whole had gone to hell. He wanted to find that quiet place, somewhere safe, for her. "How 'bout you think it over and come up with something fun? Machete is already taken, for the reccord."

aiyla had always been told the pain of loss eased with time ⸻ yet the memories still tugged at her heartstrings like nothing else. she hums softly in agreement, "it certainly was a sight." there's more at the tip of her tongue ( the admission that once, she'd wanted a bunch of kids of her own, but that seems to private of a truth to share ⸻ not when she knows such a thing would only caused looks of pity or question her sanity for wishing such a thing in this sort of world ). "so much glitter. i would find it weeks later clinging to the most random items." blue hues flicker over his attire as her head tilts slightly in interest to his admission. "it's safe to assume that when we scavenge for clothing and i pick something out that it's something you would have worn previously then? that'll just leave making you something you'd actually like that much easier as well," the latter bit more so mumbled to herself than anything.

one thing at a time. at the very least, she could manage that. releasing a soft puff of a breath, her head inclined to a nod ⸻ happy to leave everything else to him for the time being at least. at the mention of stopping for the evening however, hues flicker down the street toward the remaining houses they have to hit. there's a temptation to push him into looking through them, but the light is growing scarce, so with a sigh, she too concedes to this. "please don't tell me you'll be referring to me as machete from now on," she murmurs, giving his arm a little nudge as she steps around him back toward the house they've been hunkering down into. "and if you are, just know it's fair game for me to come up with something for you in turn."