secretare: (defend-karen044)
𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗. ([personal profile] secretare) wrote 2021-02-25 11:25 pm (UTC)

( she doesn't like to think about all of the times they've said goodbye without really saying it. all of the times she'd been convinced that once she turned her back, once he did, he'd go rogue. but really, this time. what pricks at her more is she wouldn't blame him, couldn't. not with what he's lost, the myriad of places he's left fragments of himself around that city. it was hard to accept the idea of home when you couldn't sit still, when you couldn't get comfortable.

did she really know how it felt, even when she had it?

she knows what she's asking. knows there's a very real possibility that when sleep finally takes her, she'll wake to find his ghost in his place. but if she can steal a few more hours with him, isn't it worth that open wound? karen watches as he digests the request, as it breaks him in some small way that she almost—almost takes it back. he agrees and at first, it doesn't set in. she should feel relief, that he doesn't immediately shrug it off, grumble up an excuse. she doesn't. she damns herself for it, but it's so hard for her to really, really be here with him when she's waiting on the end. anticipating it, when it's the furthest thing from what she wants.

at first, she just nods, sights dropping to the pair of their hands, looping one of her fingers up and around his own. )


I don't have much, but... ( a shrug as words fall to a hush, smile turning into something almost bashful, the slightest tinge of pink hinting at the rounds of her cheeks. some cheap beer, a comfortable couch. somewhere warm for him to rest, at least.

a heavy swallow, speaking on a drawn breath— )


Promise me you'll say something, before you leave.

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