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roselalxnde:

ardentactualizer:

There she is. Doubled over. Hand reaching out to you. Your feet carry you across the room until you’re standing in front of her. Without a seconds pause, you are kneeling, hands reaching up to take hold of hers. You squeeze gently. A soft reassurance. You’re here. You’re not going anywhere.

"What happened?"

It’s been so long since you’ve seen her last. Or that’s how it seems. You know it’s only been a year, but still… The hibernation. The isolation. It’s taken it’s toll. But you’re here now.

You nod into your arm and sigh, squeezing back. Your mind was racing when you made the call, but now it’s still, at rest, all the turmoil beneath the surface. It’s been exhausting, and you’re in the downswing, now, with recovery on it’s way.

"I’m just having a freakout about my relationships. John and Dave… they don’t think they can do a poly thing that includes other people. Like, other than them? Or at all? I’m really not sure, and I’m scared to find out."

You glance up at her and smile faintly. Such a comforting presence, so familiar and wonderful. More than most people, she’s a magical reminder of a life you stopped living with no pain attached to it, no sense of deep loss.

"I thought I didn’t have to choose. I was so hopeful that I could actually, finally, be with all the people I love…"

Your heart catches at the mention of Rose’s relationships and your thought start to turn, but you force them away. This isn’t about you. This is about Rose. Maybe later there will be time, but not now.

"I…"

The words don’t come easily any more. The hesitance was always there, but now… You feel like the words have slowly been slipping away. No one to talk to, barely anything to do. At least before, there was the fighting to break up the monotony of being alone. Now it was just pinpricks of conversation in a sea of nothing.

You stand up, allowing Rose’s hand to slip from yours as you take a seat next to her. Slowly, you unwind the scarf and then, just as slowly wrap it back around the two of you.

"I’m sorry. Different John. Right?"

roselalxnde:

You’re sitting by yourself - of course you are, nobody is within a few thousand miles of you at least - and you feel it/hear it/warmtinglepresence. She’s here, it’s been months, almost a year, but her movement is familiar, the quiet barely-a-noise she makes as she comes into the room.

You hold a hand out as she walks in, head tucked to your knees, a sort of meditative pain, the panic and anger that washed through you earlier fading away.

"I’m doing okay. Well. Less hurt. Less immediate."

There she is. Doubled over. Hand reaching out to you. Your feet carry you across the room until you’re standing in front of her. Without a seconds pause, you are kneeling, hands reaching up to take hold of hers. You squeeze gently. A soft reassurance. You’re here. You’re not going anywhere.

"What happened?"

It’s been so long since you’ve seen her last. Or that’s how it seems. You know it’s only been a year, but still… The hibernation. The isolation. It’s taken it’s toll. But you’re here now.

(Source: ardentactualizer)

You take longer than you had intended. Caught up in the debate over whether or not you should change into something more presentable than the tattered short-sleeved hoodie and shorts that you’re currently wearing, you finally decide that yes, this is enough, but you bring a change of clothes just in case.

Then it’s just a hop, skip, and a jump over to where you’re currently set up and the transportalizer that you’ve brought with you with each move. Just in case. As if you were waiting for a time such as this.

Grabbing your scarf, you stare down at it, lost in thought before eventually draping it loosely around your neck. You punch in the coordinates and then you’re off.

"Rose?"

…Greetings from Greece.

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…My fist clenched just now.

Weird.

youvefoundzee:

i also like my legs~

youvefoundzee:

i also like my legs~

…Greetings.

From Middle Earth New Zealand.

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(Source: lobosdelosmuertos)

…Sometimes I question the decision I make.