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There was something about art in all it's forms that Aggie truly believed was essential to the Human experience, healing in that it'd enjoyment came when the pressures of life were maintained enough to allow them. Hannah and Emily with their paintings and the museum, her and Eric with their theatre and dance, and Ria with her music. It was a beautiful time, and seeing Roman blooming into himself now was just the cherry on top.

He was different man than she'd known when he'd been with Hannah, right down to his posture, and his mannerisms. Truly an interesting change, but a wholesome and hopeful one. It looked good on him. Domestic bliss. Though, part of her couldn't help but feel sad for Hannah that it hadn't been her who got to experience it, she did know that Hannah was happy for him and Charlie both. Which means it was okay for her to be, too.

Her sister?! Mouthing her words now along with her hands in habit to help the less skilled signers follow her, even that was soft like she was whispering silently. I'm surprised that she wouldn't be running far away from anywhere it was headed. She doesn't seem the settle down type to me. To be honest, I think her competition is going to be from Michelle.

He laughs at her comparison to the hulking tree above them. "I think I'm starting to feel the pressure." His role as the majestic evergreen would be central to the show, surely. But in all seriousness, Roman didn't want to steal any of the spot light from those of them who really deserved it--mainly, Aggie and Eric for all the hard work and talent they were putting into this. Their involvement, their former celebrity, gave the project a certain charm. They were people who found a place within this broken new world. In love, and chasing the same passions they had before it all fell apart.

Roman leaned in slightly, an unescarcy gesture considering he was conveying his message with hands rather than words. But Roman and Aggie did that because they liked everyone else knowing they were gossiping about them. There were only two people in the building who were as good at ASL as Roman and Aggie.

What's the odds on Aspen catching the bouquet for a third wedding in a row? I kinda think her sister might be gunning for it this year.

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They are working so hard. Maisie is really talented. And she meant that. There was a lot of herself at that age that Aggie saw in the little girl, a familiar lighting up at everything from the music to the movements. I think you might have a little dancer on your hands. And dance never really left them, as human beings, something she truly believed, especially now. It was part of them as humans. It would keep her strong, just like it had with Aggie.

You talk like you are an eighty year old man. Face falling into an exaggerated attempt an 'old man' face, hunching over and pretending to use a cane while holding her back. Returning to her own posture with a shake of her head, she offered him the tiniest 'shove' to his shoulder.

If he can do it... one day we can get you to do it, too.

He followed her gaze out to the girls before flickering back to her signs, chuckling at the idea of them having even slightly change the way they call her. Surely they'll get used to it sooner or later. "..how have they been in class? I haven't asked in awhile." Ash usually sends and picks them up for class, and while she wildly recounts the entire class to him, it's hard to follow, if he's being honest.

Ashton's smile falls into an unamused frown, huffing in a pout to a side as Aggie egged him on about it once again. "Ha ha, I'd be terrible. And you know I can't stay that still as a bush, I'd probably cramp up, I'm getting old." Finding every single excuse under the sun to polite decline the invite.

"..Roman though, a tree huh?" It was actually amusing to imagine.

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That's all I can ask.

Shaking her head and waving it off, she turned to glance at the girls who were using what they learned on the fane floor in that very moment. They just call me Miss Aggie so now it will have to me Mrs.

Turning back to him with a hint of playfulness in her smile, mischievousness wound through it. When will you be joining the classes? Maybe the Musical? Roman is going to be a tree. You could be a bush.

He could hold her gaze long as she returned his words at him, innately wanting to shrug it off as he dropped his gaze down to just focus on her hands as she signed. He wanted to disagree, unsure if they were comparable, but that wasn't the point, was it? It's taken him a long time to accept what happened to him, even now it was easier to ignore it or dismiss its impact on him.

But today, it's Aggie's day, her word is queen and he truly let them settle into his bones, when he's ready. He wasn't sure when that would ever be. "I'll try," he finally looked back up to Aggie, words choking through, knowing that she'd still look out for him, always did. Ashton had been busy but wasn't involved in the seating arrangements and he didn't even notice until he sat down after the officiation that there was an empty seat beside him and the Roses with a name that still ached. Guess her Hero may have witnessed it after all. Certain ways of happiness were so close he could touch it and other ways of happiness felt further than ever. But he'll.. try his best, "I promise," he nodded his head, he wasn't sure he deserved to be, but a promise nonetheless to remind himself at least.

The mood lightened the moment the tease got to her face as Ash laughed to see her sign. "Time to change what your dance students call you? Has a nice ring to it."

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From their first night in the quarantine suite, Aggie had felt a connection to Ashton that only grew stronger after the coup. It had seemed, there was a shared bond of shared trauma, an understanding that came with being broken in such intricate ways.

You have been through so so much. Returning the sentiment to him, the looked was both concerned and almost playfully reproachful. Give yourself some grace. If I can be happy, so can you when you're ready. Her heart ached that Jeremiah wasn't there to see it all, but a place had been set for him, a gesture Charlie had already expressed so much gratitude for.

Hearing herself referred to as Mrs. Sanders filled her face with happy colour that bloomed out from the apples of her cheeks. Now that is something I can definitely get used to.

"Good, that's all that matters," whether he fumbled or missed a word or made a fool of himself, nothing else mattered other than Aggie's opinion of it. He was glad he went through with it after almost scrapping the idea entirely from failed attempts one after another. But now seeing her smile, it was all worth it.

He simply nodded with a chuckle, leaning in with her to hear her whisper of a secret, he stayed silent for awhile with an expression just as soft as her smile. Perhaps it was just the sudden overwhelming feeling washing over him of just the realization of her entire journey, a complicated mix of emotions he didn't know how to comprehend - comfort, solidarity, pain, regret, joy, shame.

Ash tried to murmur it into words, "you've been through so, so much.." even so much more than Ashton would've ever understood before she got here. There was such a heavy sadness weighing on his chest in the fact that the person who help got her out of there in the first place will never get to see where she ended up - happy. That is was all worth it. "You deserve to be happy," he pushed the incomprehensible emotions aside to fall on that phrase that culminated everything he felt, lightly nudging her shoulder with his, "so time to get used to it Mrs. Sanders."

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Aggie couldn't help her bright smile at the kind diner owner, pleased to see that she, like so many others, had come out of their shells for the event. There was something special about a day that was so much joy for her also seeming to be something so special, so cathartic to the township as a whole, that made it all that much more special.

You look beautiful. Mouthing the words as she signed them, she made sure to do it slow enough to be understood. Most people were still unfamiliar with ASL, though lessons had been catching. Look at you smiling. Glowing.

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where: central park at the reception when: May 1st

Rosie's heart was so full of love. For the newlyweds, for everyone who helped put the event together and even the sun for such beautiful weather. It was the perfect day; her former bubbly self, having been hidden away in the sadness of grief, peeked out to play during preparations and happily glowed now. Even though the wedding wasn't curated just for her benefit, Rosie was so grateful to the newlyweds for the opportunity to find her old self. "Congratulations!" she singled Aggie out at the head table when she was alone, which was rare for today, "I totally cried. Like, ugly cried."

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She should have known. Most of the people here seemed to sign with a mixture of her 'accent' and Mamode's thought that was of no surprise since they taught the most classes, but Ruth's signs were almost all Aggie. Ashton's during the ceremony had been as well, but she'd been too lost in emotion to truly appreciate that until he mentioned his studying with Ruth.

There is nothing on the planet that you could have given me that would have been better or more meaningful than that. And she meant it, which was probably obvious from the way her eyes welled up with her smile. Wanna know a secret?

Leaning in so she could conspiratorially 'whisper' the signs between them, her smile soft. I'm not used to this either.

It was good to see Aggie still full of life even after a whole day of celebrations, as if her cup was filled and ever flowing. He felt the impact of her hug letting out a soft oof, before laughing, returning to her an enveloping embrace. Perhaps even that enough to say everything they haven't said. This time, Ash could read her signs easily, reading was always earlier than signing, Ash didn't even bother trying to embarrass himself further by any more attempts, "like a month or two ago. It was hard to keep a secret, Ruth had been my sign checker." Both of them students of the language but two brain cells was better than one.

"I'm glad, I know I'm not.. really good at gifts or weddings, much less wedding gifts. But I thought you guys would like that," he lifted his gaze to survey the serenity of the day basking in a golden hue of dusk, "it's just.. I'm not used to this." A quiet confession, not used to celebrate, to enjoy, to forget about tomorrow's problems.

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Face screwing up at the idea of her Eric with anything but his signature espresso brown waves she dissolved into a giggles and a shaking of her head. Absolutely not. You would have to tie him down to even try. And they both knew that was the truth.

I heard people talk about your blue hair. That's why Ember calls you Blue, right? Though by the time she'd come around, there hadn't been anything left of the vibrant shade he wore now, or any shade at all besides the same espresso brown as Eric. At least from what was left. This definitely feels more you. Like the first time she put her toe shoes back on.

Maybe you should suggest purple, just to see what he says.

Aggie's company was nice, calming even. He understood why his brother was drawn to her from the get-go, a magnetic pull toward peace after years of emotional bombs from Veronica.

Zach smiled, awkward and maybe even somewhat shy, at a compliment he didn't expect but appreciated. Going back to his favorite half-pony was awesome, but to his beloved blue version of it? His identity was back. At first, his lips barely moved when he thanked Aggie, but then he added, "Should I tell Eric to go, like, purple, or red?" and his smile widened. It was so nice to pull a genuine chuckle from her, he tried his luck again.

"Fresh dye. Shaving them off felt like saying goodbye to everything, but now... It feels safe to dye it back."

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Looking back now on how much she had disliked him on the principal of being her best friend's ex, the fact that they had ended up friends themselves was somewhat surprising. Turns out she finally understood what Hannah had seen in him all those years ago, and it was sweet the way she appreciated that Charlie brought it out in him once more. A successfully blended family at the end of the world, who'd have thunk it?

The mention of the theatre was enough to have Aggie lighting up, her nod as enthusiastic as her signs. Definitely a tree. A big majestic one like this one. Motioning to the tree the provided shade to the tables, the mental image of him in the costume they'd been working on enough to almost have her giggling once more.

We need to get you in for a fitting. I honestly think you could steal the entire show.

It was strange to consider that Aggie's initial appearance at the Wexley had been so jarring. He held nothing against the woman but he couldn't say he ever particularly expected to see her again after the divorce. It was small miracles, Hannah had told him. Small miracles that had gotten Hannah and Aggie and so many others to the Wexley over the years. Their port in a storm.

Now Aggie's laughter was comforting. Familiar, in a welcome way. It helped Roman bridge the gap between his life before and his life now.

He nodded to her words, accepting the answer without any further joking. Roman had done his best to follow Hannah's advice in treating Aggie as Aggie and not something broken and vulnerable. Aside from the odd occasion where he'd put his foot in his mouth Roman had done okay.

"Hey, I can't wait to see what you guys do with the theater." Roman may not see it as a necessity but he couldn't deny the good it could do. For Aggie and Eric and Hannah and the girls. A little piece of the world from before. "I'm still waiting for Eric to let me know if I'm going to be a tree or a bush in your first play." Because could they trust Roman to do anything more?

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Though Ruth sold herself short, if anyone had asked Aggie, she'd have said that it was impressive how quickly her friend had caught on. What was especially nice, was that Ruth had been learning Aggie's own specific version of ASL, the way she made her signs, like an accent almost. It was special, like reading her own signs back to herself in a mirror. It meant that no matter what, a part of her would always be a part of Ruth as long as she was signing.

Okay okay. No crying. Though it wasn't like she hadn't already had a tiny touch up or two. Instead of weeping it was laughter at the slip of words, nodding her head with a little chuckle. I might even say a word or two, if I work up the courage. Not that anyone would think less of her if she didn't, but she truly wanted to say 'Thank you' to the people that helped to make all of this happen.

okay, okay. the signs find their way into conversation more now, years of passing late night secrets and practicing with other people who wanted to learn. she wasn't able to interpret like hannah, she didn't have the easy knack for it like some of the kids, but she always had practice on her side.

"it'll be short and sweet." getting right to the point before she had a chance to ramble on, or worse tear up and halt the festivities. she had the edges of what she wanted to say, and as with most emotion-laden tasks, she'd figure out the rest as they actually came to pass. it wasn't a clean method. but it was hers. "no crying needed."

their minds seemed to wander down similar paths, as though this were a crowd of strangers to impress and not the same group of people that had been with them for almost two years. "you're going to sound smart." she paused, contemplating her word choice, not wanting to give all of the credit to hannah. "look smart— you'll be just fine."

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