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The woman found herself eagerly digging through the plastic bags that were placed in front of her. Most of what was inside were different types of snacks and a few cans of tea and coffee but she pulled out a few packages of sparklers and her eyes widened. She holds them up and finds herself too stunned to speak. She had never played with fireworks before, though she had went to one display as a young kid, and she waves her arms a little too eagerly and is chattering in quick German that even an experienced speaker could probably miss parts of what she is saying out loud.  But judging from the smile on her eye and the grin that anyone could see in her eyes, she obviously wants to just tear into them now and set them off - who needs to wait for the public shows to start? Who needs to wait to watch the people who were a little ways away set off the aerial ones they were bragging about and screaming over and the dozens of bottle rockets into the street.

Sparklers were low key and even she knew that, but she liked that she didn't have to watch these from a distance. They were for her to play with too. She sets the packages down to the side and keeps digging through the bags to see if there were matches or a lighter. It was still plenty light out, but the sun would soon be setting. Besides, she hadn't eaten much all day. Even just a few bites out of a sandwich first. But she keeps chattering about how excited she was to get to see fireworks for the first time since she was a kid and even to get to set some off on her own. 

She doesn't care much for the loud music that everyone is blasting or the food, but she does seem to like the fact that people were getting together and just having fun. Neighbors or friends, no one she knew well, but there were parties all over the place from the sounds of things. It was enough to keep the small part of her that was extroverted entertained and excited. She had wandered off and spoke to a few people here and there who greeted her and gave her well wishes, at first rather nervous that someone had paid her mind - she had gotten used to thinking she blended in perfectly to the scenery. But, after a little while, it was like riding a bike and she enjoyed being able to revisit the "old days" where she could talk to someone if she had felt like it.

She had to be reminded to wait  a little while longer and her brilliant smile dims a bit. 

"But, now...it'll be fun...why wait? It's getting dim out...."

Date: 2015-07-06 12:11 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] brokenweapon
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Jason doesn't like crowds (except for hiding in) or loud noises (except as a distraction), but Marie had been so excited about coming out to this, he hadn't been able to resist. And truly, he's been enjoying himself well enough, especially just watching Marie get into talking to people again. He's still a bit too introverted for that.

"I think you should do it," he says, smiling at her. "We can always get some more and do them in the dark later." Sparklers are a weird fusion of memory for him - they trigger flashes of both signal flares and half-remembered summer evenings in his childhood, wisps of recollection.

Date: 2015-07-13 01:18 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] brokenweapon
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"Sure," he said, trying to be encouraging, and actually letting himself smile. "And yeah, this is okay. I'm fine, Marie."

It was nice that she was concerned, and he found it touching. But he also didn't need to be walked around on eggshells. He'd only get better with exposure, and besides, making Marie happy was good to make him happy, too.

"I'm looking forward to it. I haven't been to one of these in a really long time." Certainly not one that he could remember at all - so that had to have been a really long time, then.

Date: 2015-07-13 02:12 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] brokenweapon
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"I haven't even seen them for New Year's in a while. This is almost brand new to me," he says, joking.

He notices that she'd gone quiet when talking about her past, and opts not to press the issue. Just as he can't talk about his past, she doesn't want to talk about hers. Which is fine by him, anyway. The past isn't that important.

Jason was a bit surprised when she took his hand. "You want me to light them?" He wouldn't mind, that way she could have more fun waving them around.

Date: 2015-07-13 02:28 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] brokenweapon
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Jason's then really surprised when she talks more about her past, even just a little. As much as she tries to keep her tone light, he can tell that it bothers her more than she's letting on.

"So we'll make some new memories," he says with authority. "Sure, I'll wave one with you. And yeah...brand new." That makes him smile again, and he gets out his lighter. "Come on, you hold them, I'll light, and then you can give me one to wave, too."

Date: 2015-09-19 12:15 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] brokenweapon
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Jason smiles. It almost hurts his heart to see her smile so brightly and so true. He's lucky to have her in his life. He wants her to know that more.

So he leans in, but instead of lighting the sparklers, he kisses her on the cheek.

"To new memories."

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