Here again

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A tall, muscular man clad in sport jacket and jeans walked into the cantina, then stopped and looked around as he recognized the place and remembered when he'd been here last.

-Four years,- he thought, pondering going back home for a moment before shrugging and walking over to a booth. -This is as good a place to work as any.-

One hand went up to absently rub the big purple bruise on the side of his face; souvenir of his last encounter with a door frame. Then he seated himself and asked the furry waitress for a coffee before immersing himself in his work.

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[elisa-garg.livejournal.com]

And now Elisa made an attempt to lighten the mood. "Could be worse. I banged myself black and blue for a solid two weeks before I really got the hang of gliding."

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He winced with sympathy, remembering the bruises he'd gained while relearning how to walk and run. But, recognizing her try for humor, he asked, "Did anyone make pancake comments?"

[elisa-garg.livejournal.com]

"No, thank goodness. I think they knew Goliath would've put a knot in their tails if they'd done anything like that."

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Goliath nodded in agreement and smiled thanks as the catlike waitress came and refilled the cups. "Though Hudson would have done worse."

[elisa-garg.livejournal.com]

Elisa chuckled at that. "Probably. I know mine as hard enough, I can't image what making the reverse kind of transition must have been like."

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"I didn't remember anything else when I first woke. And the rest of the clan had decided to be silent. It was only after several months that I started to recall more of my life before the accident. By then I was used to what I had become." Again the embarrassment and sense of being untrue to heritage. But he was used to that too, and ignored it.

[elisa-garg.livejournal.com]

Why the hell would they keep quiet about something as important as that? ...For the same reason Mom and Dad never really brought it up again after that first promise we were going to do whatever we could ot make me 'normal' again. Because no one wants to destroy someone's chance at happiness.

She had, however, picked up on his embarassment. Being able to read one Goliath was pretty much like being able to read another, after all. Not to mention she still occasionally nutured the same thoughts, about leaving humanity behind. "Look, Goliath... Neither of us had a choice in what happened to us. We both chose to make something out of it and followed our hearts. There's nothing wrong, nothing to be ashamed of, in that."

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He closed his eyes and bowed his head slightly. "That's what she says. And Hudson. But after being something for so long, to just turn one's back on it seems somewhat cavalier."

And if his wife heard him saying that she'd smack him.

[elisa-garg.livejournal.com]

It's nice to see she still has some things in common with her alternates. Though this does appear to only go so far, because at least she doesn't have the urge to smack him. Granted, she's a bit more sympathetic to his situation.

"What you are isn't here," she said, touching the leathery skin of the wing draped over her right shoulder. "It's here," she added, tapping over her heart. So long as you remain true to yourself, what happens to the outside isn't anywhere near as imporant."

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Goliath nodded, then frowned as looking at her wing stirred memories. His empty hand reached down absently and brought his coffee cup up to his mouth, and he sipped as his frown deepened.

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"It's okay to miss it, Goliath," Elisa said. "There's still times I miss being human."