Annie keeps her device nearby during the day, just because. Sometimes it's on, sometimes it's off, and sometimes the background noise is just that - background noise. But that? That voice? She knows that voice. She more than knows it, actually, she's attuned to it in all the ways that she should be. He's the most arrogant man she knows (and she's known a few), but he's also one of three men she's loved in a recent lifetime that's seen too many men.
Too many men, and now he's the third to show up on a group of islands that's getting smaller by the minute.
The words that come out of his mouth make her snatch up the device and she looks at it, jaw dropping, as '--kicks people's asses for looking at her funny' comes out of his mouth, and watches the rest of it as a growing smiles comes across her face. Of the men she's loved, FDR was the one who'd never really gotten the best deal. Henry had understood best; his own lifetime had seen too many lovers, but not enough love. He'd never doubted how Annie felt about him. Dean was someone she couldn't resist. But FDR? He was part of her and seeing his face on her screen made her chest ache.]
Franklin. [It came out on a sigh as she shook her head, somehow at a loss for anything else. Then, fondly:] You can't say that kind of stuff where people can see.
... wow. no.
Annie keeps her device nearby during the day, just because. Sometimes it's on, sometimes it's off, and sometimes the background noise is just that - background noise. But that? That voice? She knows that voice. She more than knows it, actually, she's attuned to it in all the ways that she should be. He's the most arrogant man she knows (and she's known a few), but he's also one of three men she's loved in a recent lifetime that's seen too many men.
Too many men, and now he's the third to show up on a group of islands that's getting smaller by the minute.
The words that come out of his mouth make her snatch up the device and she looks at it, jaw dropping, as '--kicks people's asses for looking at her funny' comes out of his mouth, and watches the rest of it as a growing smiles comes across her face. Of the men she's loved, FDR was the one who'd never really gotten the best deal. Henry had understood best; his own lifetime had seen too many lovers, but not enough love. He'd never doubted how Annie felt about him. Dean was someone she couldn't resist. But FDR? He was part of her and seeing his face on her screen made her chest ache.]
Franklin. [It came out on a sigh as she shook her head, somehow at a loss for anything else. Then, fondly:] You can't say that kind of stuff where people can see.