Magdalene Grace Garcia (
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Open RP post for Maggie Garcia
Because we chose to tell the truth
(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.
—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.
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tricia868 if you want to talk things out first!
(The cool of age, the rage of youth)
And stand against the lies of old
(The whispers soft, the tales untold)
We find ourselves the walking dead
(The loves unkept, the words unsaid)
And in the crypt of all we've known
(The broken blade, the breaking stone)
We know that we were in the right
(The coming dawn, the ending night).
So here is where we stop the lies.
The time is come. We have to Rise.
—From Dandelion Mine, the blog of Magdalene Grace Garcia, August 7, 2041.
Bring me your plots, or send a message to
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He didn't get a lot of meals with company sometimes and he really did enjoy it.
"Hey yourself," he says warmly as he steps into her hug, wrapping his arms around her and pressing a kiss into her hair, not eager to let her go. Her hugs were just as magical as her smiles. She'd already reassured him that everything was alright, so he trusted that, and stayed light.
"It smells amazin' in here."
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Raylan is always such an appreciative audience.
Maggie laughs, muffled against him. "You're worth spoiling. We should eat before it gets cold," although she doesn't let go quite yet. Instead, she pulls him down for a kiss. She can never quite resist that, given the opportunity. She spent so long worrying about her virus, building careful walls to keep her people safe. Kisses are special.
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"I think you might be a little bias on that opinion but I'll take it and fight the judge in court over it. Lead the way, darlin'."
He would follow dutifully behind and take a seat at the place she gestures him towards with a low whistle at the spread.
"Let me do dishes afterwards? Least I can do after all your effort."
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"You can do the dishes," she agrees without protest, "although I make no promises I won't stand behind you being distracting."
Fair warning.
She gestures him to sit while she sets the last of their dinner on the table, leaning over his shoulder to kiss his cheek and murmur, "Love you," before she joins him.
And she'll wait until the dinner is well underway before she says, "So, I've been thinking and I want to ask you about something."
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That and he didn't exactly eat the best or the most often, so he was almost perpetually peckish if not outright hungry.
"Should I be scared?" He was only teasing though - Maggie almost never dropped something heavy on him.
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"Nothing bad, but important." She looks uncharacteristically nervous for a second before she goes ahead and dives in. "We're going to get into all the logistics if you say yes, but first, I want your initial impression. And any answer is okay."
She takes a slow breath, but her voice and her gaze are steady when she asks, "How would you feel about something more permanent? If what's between us isn't just on the Barge?"
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But what she suggests is so far out of left field of his expectation that he has to blink a little.
"I-" He would love something more permanent but he didn't dare get his hopes up too much as to how far that statement really went. There were a lot of things to contend with, not least of which was her virus, her commitments and her connections here. Of course he wanted that, a hint of, a chance at what Mason and Maggie had been able to find, with all the trust he had for her that she wouldn't turn around and leave him because she couldn't handle worrying about him out on the job. Maggie's dealt with worse, Maggie trusts in his ability to take care of himself. Maggie only every made him better.
"I would be interested to hear what depends on it. Is that somethi- I mean; are you sure? Your family, your parents -" Let's get into those logistics.
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"I can't leave my world behind completely. It would destroy my parents and fuck up my team. But if I work out communication and transportation, I could have a home base somewhere else. I could be in touch with them all the time. I could go back for nice long visits, then come home to you." Say the word, and she'll work on sorting things out to make it possible.
"Iris could probably manage a lot of the logistics of that. She isn't the settling down sort, but she loves me and she eats impossibilities for breakfast." The one thing she has to be up front about is, "It's not safe until I have a deal, to take care of the virus. But I think most of it could be managed other ways. If it's something you want too."
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Dinner was momentarily forgotten about, utensils weightless and barely there in his hands as he watches her from across the table.
"It's somethin' I've wanted since you told me I could stay. After Mason." Her accepting him for him after all that was a massive thing for Raylan. Maggie made a safe space for him without looking down on him for needing one. "I-.. I don't know that I can wait here-" He wanted to be fully honest with her. "But I can wait."
Would that be good enough? Could she handle that amid everything else that was going on with this offer, with this life on the Barge?
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Maggie reaches out, taking his fork and setting it down so she can pull his hand toward her and lean in to kiss it.
"If you need to leave, it's okay. But we'll make a plan for that too. I may not be able to visit, but I'll have Iris relay messages for me. Letters and silly video recordings. I can get dropped off not too long after, from your perspective, even if I'm here a long time. But I don't want you wondering - what's going on in my life, am I still planning a future with you... you deserve to know all of that for sure. You deserve to see and hear that I'm thinking of you."
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Not if he get the chance to be happy.
"I'd like that. I know me steppin' out means I miss everythin' here but-" Well he had a lot of reasons. A lot of deep rooted in his soul reasons. "I'd love to see you, even if it has to be in video for a little bit."
He could start looking for a house, something he thought might be to her liking -
"I-.. If we do this. When you're.. there with me, in Miami. Will it be just you and me?"
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"I'm not going to forget about you, or move on, just because you're not on board anymore, darling," she promises, tone light but gaze steady on his. She gives his hand a squeeze. "And I'll make sure you know it."
As for his question, Maggie hums in consideration. "Other relationships, you mean? I'm fine with not adding any new ones, if you'd rather not? I don't feel the need to go looking, if I have someone to share my life with. But I'd feel... honestly, awful, asking Iris to help with logistics for this, and then breaking up with her. She deserves better. I can't use her and make her feel like she doesn't matter." Iris, especially, Maggie can't break up with over this. But missing Tim is still an ache, even if he never wants to stay still long enough to share her home; she'd like snatches of time with him. She's had a year to come to terms with that. And Fitz is just starting to think about a future. She'd like to be a part of it, at least occasionally.
"Would you be okay with me having intermittent visits with the few people I'm already involved with? In a perfect world, I'd love being able to cook dinner or breakfast for all of us if someone stops by Miami to see me. But what do you want, or need? You feeling comfortable matters to me."
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"No, no. I- I'm not talkin' about givin' anythin' up here. It doesn't work like that here." That was okay. That he didn't have a problem with - Maggie loved people and he loved her for it.
"I mean there. In Miami, in my.. I dunno, timeline? Dimension? And not to say I don't mind Barge visitors but- regular 'other in my world' people. The neighbor, or.. a realtor." Pronounced 'real-tor' because he never did get an answer from Gary on how to say it the 'right' way.
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Maggie smiles. That's fine. "I don't want the people who matter most to me to be secret from each other. But it's frankly not anyone else's business. I can do discretion."
As for visits from Barge people, she elaborates, "Iris once asked to spoil any kids I might have and be their Auntie Iris, blowing into town occasionally with presents and fun. Fitz loves the Doctor and adventures as much as he loves me. I think he could handle forever, but not always. And I've had a year to move past wanting or expecting Tim to stay in one place. It doesn't hurt the way it used to, or I promise you I wouldn't jump into this. There's space for me to want something else now." Tim dented her heart pretty badly months before he decided to leave. And she still misses him like hell, but she's okay with that part of things now.
"Because I am the settling down sort. I'd love visitors, mine and yours. But I'm picturing home as you and me, Raylan. If that sounds good to you too."
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"I would love to make a home as you and me, darlin'. I'm okay leavin' room for the people you've connected with here. Okay with makin' space for them in a house too, as much community as you want by. I'll handle Winona and.. anythin' else I can help with..." His brow flinches towards a furrow for a second.
"An' Willa?"
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"Sweetheart," Maggie says. "As much time with Willa as we can get. Do you think for a second that I would've asked you otherwise? I love how much you love your daughter. Any home of yours is as much hers as it would be mine."
She already knows she'll love Willa pretty damn quick herself, if she gets to watch her grow up.
As for Winona... "And I'm not planning to stick my nose in anywhere you don't want it or make things harder on you, but you don't need to handle your ex wife for me. I can take care of myself. I'm not worried."
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A chuckle rolls out of him before he can stop it at the last reassurance, smile staying more easily on his face now that he's getting around to accepting that Mags means what she's saying; that they can really have this.
"I can't say some part of me ain't looking forward to getting to watch that. I don't know how she's gonna take this, but. As far as I bend for her and the men she has goin' through her love life, I expect her to give me the same courtesy and not be a pain in the ass about it. But we'll make it work. We'll figure it out, I know we will."
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Maggie laughs brightly. "I will be exquisitely polite most of the time, and I can meet anyone at their level of passive aggression if necessary. You'll get to hear all my actual opinions later." He's welcome to spectate.
But then she goes serious again, her voice soft and warm, excitement tempered by one last shred of caution. "So we're doing this?"
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"We're doing this," he reaffirms with a little lift of his eyebrows. "I'm not afraid or hesitant or anythin' else about the possibility of gettin' to build a life with you, Magdalene Garcia. Whatever that looks like, I want it." He fight for it, he'd bend for it, he would do whatever was in his power to make it happen.
"I love you, Mags. If there's a chance.. I want to take it."
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And she loves Raylan. Maggie wants this. She can picture it. She was dreading losing him, and there's a rush of relief that she doesn't have to.
She rises halfway out of her seat so she can lean across to kiss him. Then, soft and serious despite the smile absolutely glowing on her face, "It can look like whatever you want, love. I want you, and I already told you what I need. I'm flexible on the rest of the details."
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"Then we'll figure it out." But something in his features shifts again, towards worry and soft concern. "I. I don't think we should go tellin' folks about this eagerly though. No need to cause anyone needless hurt when nothin' for them while you're here is gonna change."
Sweeney, he was talking about Sweeney. He loved the man in all brotherly aspects, like a long lost cousin that had joined him in joy and sorrow, and in understanding of each other that was rare in the world of men. He knew it would sting for the Leprechaun, but if he could ease that in any way, he would. For better or worse.
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She goes willingly, settling into his lap with her arms looped around his neck, accepting that kiss and nuzzling at his cheek when it breaks. But that condition gives her pause.
"I need to tell Iris," Maggie points out, "if I want her help. And I'm not...particularly comfortable keeping secrets from her, or Fitz, or Sweeney. Or asking her to keep secrets from Sweeney. She loves him a lot."
She promised Sweeney honesty awhile ago. That she wouldn't keep everything to herself to try and spare him. She never breaks her promises to him if she has any control in the matter. "If you want me to hold off until you leave, that's fair. But I wouldn't feel right putting up walls long term. Especially considering all three of them will try to comfort me when you go. Lying to them in that scenario feels particularly fucked up. I don't want the people I love worrying about me unnecessarily or under false pretenses."
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After Raylan leaves the Barge
This month's flood is absolute fairy tale nonsense. Saying nice things summons up nice things, and vice versa. Like those stories where jewels and pearls or snakes and bugs would pop into existence. Since I'm not feeling particularly spiteful, I'm having a great time.
It's also been good for some over-the-top romance, and I didn't think you should miss out just because you're not here. I know we don't really do poetry together in this life, but I was thinking of Mason and his Mags. So I figured I'd try this and see what turns up. For old time's sake. And for future.
[She'll give him a crooked smile before she raises a book and reads the same poem Mags read Mason that first night she took him home, right before they kissed: Wild Geese, by Mary Oliver. Every once in awhile she has to reach out and catch something as she speaks.]
I'm good at carving out exactly the sort of place I want for myself, but I could be happy in lots of places. You're the place I'm choosing. I can't wait to see what that looks like, darling.
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The package came early. Raylan was still up, another night of him being unwilling to lay down into heartbreak and nightmares that waited for him between the sheets, and had several hours before he had to be responsible.
It gave him plenty of time to go through the contents, to load the video file and watch it as many times as he could, analyzing every gorgeous angle of her face for every sense of how well she was doing.
He couldn't send anything back. It hurt like hell.
15 hours later, Raylan sits back down at the small table in his motel room with his legal pad. He couldn't send anything back, but he could save it for when she came. It would take him almost two hours to get through writing it, bolstered by Maggie's chocolate and whiskey, but he got it done.]
Darling Maggie,
Feels weird, writing you a letter that you're not going to see for however long it takes for you to finish, but I figure it's better than nothing. Thank you for reading that poem. Having it in your voice is good. Good for me. I miss you more than I can articulate, though I imagine that inside ten letters, I might find some of the right ones to write down.
Maybe some poetry to be found yet.
[He goes on to write out what he's been up to - back to work, a garden he saw that made him think of her, how she's sweetly ruined any bakery that he could find, but that it was nice to be able to drive again. He looked forward to driving her, especially up California 1, by the Pacific Ocean. They'd rent a convertible, stay in a high end hotel.]
You've got me on a stake out for you, darling. Got a porch light on and everything.
Stay safe.
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The letters come much quicker on his end than hers, months of time condensed down to days or weeks.
She tells him about her death in a spree of murder traps from Collins; how in the aftermath, she couldn't feel anything but relief that all her precautions had worked - she didn't amplify or hurt anyone. About Shaun's graduation. About somehow managing to wind up with a whole bunch of family while she was a talking badger, of all things, in a breach. About John Doe leaving a bit of warm affection in the back of his mind for her to reach for whenever she needed reprieves during a nightmare event; how John is an absolute godsend of warm reassurance. About Red's first coma, and her weak moments of worry that she'd failed him because it started right after he asked her for a favor, and continued through the second anniversary of their pairing.
She tells him she misses him, and she loves him, and she's coming home to him. She tells him the things she'd like to cook for him, and the ways she'd like to fuck him, and how she dreams about falling asleep beside him. She writes him poetry.
Then one day, there's a knock at his door, and it isn't a letter. It's Maggie, flesh and blood and there.
"Hey, darling."