4 Works in Take Me To Church (Avatrice)

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    "Take it," she says, already moving to the ladder and planting her foot two steps up. Ava's hand darts out and grabs her sleeve, and she stops instantly, suddenly rooted to the spot.

    "It's your bunk, Beatrice. Come on, I'm not going to kick you out of your bed."

    "Too late," she finds herself saying, and reaches for a joke, to ease some of the tension she feels, "although using the halo as part of an elaborate bunk bed land grab was a bit extreme, wouldn't you say?"

    It's a poor attempt but Ava laughs, really laughs, for the first time since the Vatican and Adriel. Beatrice feels a warm flush go through her at the sound.

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    or, the slowburn Switzerland fic no one asked for.
    part 1 is set before s2, and part 2 is set after.

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    Home, to Ava, is flannel-backed chairs and worn quilts and lacy placemats and a rocking chair they find abandoned on the side of the road.

    Home, to Beatrice, is Ava’s hand in her own as she drags Beatrice through the kitschy home store four towns over and Ava’s shout of triumph when she finds a matching set of salt and pepper shakers and Ava’s waggling eyebrows when they buy the bed that she (again) calls ours.

    (Six days in Switzerland, and then a few more afterwards.)

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    She wants Beatrice to fingerprint her, to tattoo her, to leave a mark so deep not even the Halo can rid her of it. Her muscles feel too tight, stretched uncomfortably over her bones. There is something ravenous inside of her, and Beatrice is going to set it free.

    You are the only thing I've ever lived for, Beatrice says.

    You are the only thing I've ever died for, Ava says, and even that wasn't enough to keep me from you.

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    Beatrice finds herself musing not over duty and sacrifice and God, but the truth of angels, if they can be created rather than summoned. If they can take the form of women with overeager mouths and careless limbs and eyes with a depth that beckons - a crooked finger, a spiral staircase - if they can be both human and not, both beautiful and terrifying.

    Ava asks, What do you want, Beatrice?

    (Tell me and I’ll give it to you. Tell me and I’ll build you a home there. Tell me and I’ll rearrange the universe to make it all fit, angels and demons be damned. Tell me it’s me. Me. Me.)

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