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deputy-sennaviste · 2 years ago

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Joseph Reflects

-this is a short piece about my deputy and Joseph's thoughts about her-

The first time Joseph saw the Deputy, she were blinking in the low light of the church. Her posture was straight, shoulders pulled a tad forward and steps slow and calculated. She didn't meet his eyes until the Marshal addressed him outright. Joseph peered down into her face and thought he saw a flicker of fear that mingled with... what was that? Awe? Something akin to apology? He couldn't be sure, but he moved his eyes away to speak to his flock.

As she clicked the handcuffs on him, he took in the features of her face. Her eyes were determined, but her brows were knitted together worriedly. She had a nearly faded scar on her lower lip and a tattoo under her buzzed hair.

Her hand was firm on his shoulder as she guided him out, tensing whenever one of his children lashed out or moved. Her breathing was uneven, betraying the calm she was attempting to exude. He almost felt like he needed to say something to comfort her. 'It will be alright' he wanted to say.

The next time he saw her, John had her pinned under the water. Her legs scrambled and kicked as she was held down and he could see, even from where he stood, her chest heave once as she gave in to the urge to breathe.

His heart hurt watching his brother and he stopped him before he could plunge her under again. Taking her into his arms, he was taken aback at the glazed look in her eyes. The Bliss tugged at her. He touched his forehead to hers, feeling what could have been the beginnings of a fever under her skin. Still she resisted him.

He stomach turned, but he held fast as he approached her in the cage. She was dirty, grime on her face and blood caked at her hairline and under her nose. Her body had trimmed up under Jacob's training, softness giving way to tone and making her seem harsher and colder than before. But her eyes. God, but her eyes were aflame. She stared at him as he spoke, gaze unwavering and jaw set tight.

He had seen the footage of her in the trials. Her precision, her obedience, everything about her shifted. He pondered at the way her heart rate, displayed on a small screen before him, jumped when Jacob praised her. He thought maybe he could use that.

This was a stark contrast to how she looked when Faith had her. The Bliss did odd things to the mind, but this? This was different. She wept. The Deputy was crying when he came to her, talking of the state of the world. Her pupils were so big, her tears unending. He pulled her to him again, rubbing his hands over her trembling shoulders, and watched her.

The apologies that flooded from her mouth gave him pause. They were utter nonsense, babbles of 'I'm sorry' and 'please forgive me' in a low whimpering voice. He was surprised when she managed to take the Marshal away from Faith. Had she been playing him? Was she truly sorry?

He was almost afraid for her as he ripped open the door of the truck. She was so still that he feared her dead. A quick check found her breathing, so he hefted her from her seat and over a shoulder. He could feel her heartbeat against him, even through the crimson heat all around them.

Now he sat there, watching her again. She leaned against the bed, eyes open and staring. He had long since removed her binds, but she remained where she was. Her eyes would not, perhaps could not, lift from the floor, not even when he passed her packs of food or bottles of water. He was sure she'd die this way, slumped and defeated. He wasn't sure he could handle losing her, too, after everything.

He contemplated trying to force her, when she finally moved. She sat up, looked directly at him with eyes swollen and red. A muscle worked in her jaw as she stared. He waited. When she spoke, it was with a voice cracked and so tired with the weight of her grief.

"How long are we going to be down here, Father?"

.fin.

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