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WASHINGTON. ([personal profile] protocol) wrote2021-10-16 12:49 pm
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ownperson: (pb; purple neutral sideways 2)

[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-22 11:50 am (UTC)(link)

[ She tips her head his way to acknowledge the returned— condolences, or whatever you want to call them. Not like there’s a neat word for this situation. ]

Y’want me to pinky swear it?

[ The grin that she flashes him could definitely be described as shit-eating. Hey, she’s still a shit, they both know this. She’ll fill the gap of whatever was gonna come out of his mouth with something else joking. But it settles into something a little less cheeky, after a second. ]

Nah, you’re not gonna get rid of me that easy. Don’t think the universe would let either of us get off that scot-free anyway.

ownperson: (pb; purple amused brow)

[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-22 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)

Dude, we’re stuck in a sex-obsessed dystopia, do you really wanna ask that question? There is just so fucking much. Literally so fucking much.

[ She’s joking but also is she. Is she. Is she. ]

And anyway beware the power of jinxing shit. There are absolutely more awkward dead people that could turn up without even dipping into the same pool.

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[personal profile] ownperson 2022-02-23 02:42 am (UTC)(link)

Yep. Day by fuckin' day. Contract by fuckin' contract. This is our lives now.

[ South's given up on the idea of ever getting home in any way that doesn't end in her face-to-face with a Wash that still hates her and a pistol, and yet accepting the permanence of this place has only gotten harder since North vanished. It's so damned hard to imagine being without him forever. It's so damned hard to imagine a forever, at all. ]

ownperson: (pb; purple pout)

Relatable

[personal profile] ownperson 2022-03-08 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)

Yeah. You and me both.

[ But it is what it is even if she hates it. She’ll always resent the universe for dragging her away from the one chance to go home and not face a damn bullet, the chance to go home and live with Wash and Carolina and their weirdo friends, but she can’t do fuck shit about it.

She’ll live. She has some people here, at least, even now. Ducky and apparently Wash, mostly, but it’s— it’s something. It’s being alive and not totally alone. ]

But here we fuckin’ are.

[ She takes the hand when it’s offered, after only the slightest moment of instinctual hesitation. Stretches her arms above her head after she’s on her feet and leans against the wall for a moment to test her leg, but she’s fine, now. They’ve been sat down long enough it doesn’t hurt anymore. ]

…thanks.