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ao3: eng / rus

“You’ve gotta be kidding me!” Kate repeats, shifting a gaze of such delight from one brother to another as if they just told her the best joke in the world.

“Do I have to show you my goddamn birth certificate?” Richie rolls his eyes indignantly, but it’s hard to tell how genuine that indignation is. “No one ever believes…”

“Take it as a compliment,” Seth suggests as he opens a bottle of beer and hands it to Kate. The bottle is cold as hell, and Seth’s fingers feel extra warm in comparison when Kate brushes against them with her own. “Maybe people are dying to learn your skincare routine, but they’re too shy to ask.”

“Oh, I’m sticking to the Dracula: Dead and Loving It technique, not everyone can afford that…”

“Like you used to look oh-so-mature before, Big Brother.”

“It’s not about Richie looking younger,” says Kate, warming her bottle between her knees. Richie is already chugging his beer with all the carelessness of someone who doesn’t have to worry about catching a cold or any other diseases of the mortals. Seth is chugging his with all the indifference of someone who doesn’t give a shit if he catches a cold or not. “It’s about you looking older.”

“She’s right, Seth,” Richie observes merrily and reaches out to ruffle his brother’s hair. Seth pushes his hand away without looking. “Hey, you’re already going grey a little bit.”

“And whose fucking fault is it that I’m already going grey, Richard?”

“I think that’s genetics.”

“I think no one’s hit you with a bottle opener for quite a while,” Seth waves that very opener eloquently, but he doesn’t try to stop Richie from touching his hair anymore, which the latter proceeds to do. Kate cannot help smiling when she looks at them, but a mild sort of sadness scratches at her heart at the same time. She misses Scott. She misses the times when she wasn’t scared to touch people first, remembering the way her touch – no, not hers, but still that of her hands, that of her body – used to suck out their strength, will, and soul. Never mind, she tells herself, and finally dares to take a sip of that icy beer, never mind. At least now she has her gloves.

At most now, she has her hope.

#after watching fdtd: the series last year i made a doc for jotting down bits and pieces that could evolve into a fic.#the fic never happened but i feel like this fragment can stand on its own as a drabble. in any case i still like it so i'm putting it here #brought to you by freddie mentioning in 1x01 that richie is the older brother and me trying to process that #from dusk till dawn: the series #from dusk till dawn #fdtd #kate fuller #richie gecko #seth gecko #los tres geckos #talk talk talk #gella talks fdtd #my fic

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