requiems: (once ☁ i see good in you)
rems✨ ([personal profile] requiems) wrote in [community profile] tunein2013-09-25 01:25 am

04 ❥


let's do a thing!
• comment with your character. pick a respondent. any situation, any time.
first meetings, fighting together, first dates, whatever.
identify your universe, though! (original, au, game canon...)
• let's do a psl.
• ???
• profit!!
crossdarkens: (they turn to)

[personal profile] crossdarkens 2013-09-25 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's somewhat become routine. She knows Desmond is up, but unlike the first few days, it's now a case of acknowledgement and continuing with what you have to do, whatever self imposed assignment or research or collaborating data or supply runs. Not often do his hours of rest align with theirs.

Likewise, as she knows Desmond is up she knows when he reaches her desk. Her eyes flicker in his direction for a microsecond, before she returns to what she's doing. It's an e-mail to William, incidently, and she continues typing, waiting. She knows he's going to say something, so her focus is mostly off, but she's giving him the time he needs to say it, half looking at the screen, half at him.

When he does smile though, she's looking completely at him. She may not be willing to admit it outright or ever, but it is sort of, maybe, possibly, cute. Endearing. Christ, Desmond, you make everything planned and presupposed ten shades more difficult when you do that. It almost makes her feel like she belongs. Don't look at her like she's your favourite person. Not with what's to come.

... Then he goes and ruins it with the next thing he says.]
I suppose so. [From what she can tell from being several metres under ground, but okay, indulgence. At least he manages to pick up for the next part, though this in turn makes her fall silent.

Should she, really? Should she because of being the Siren? Should she because she wants to? Should she because she still has this blasted e-mail to write to try to pry Bill over to actually listening to her?

She should go. She does sort of want to.

And Bill can wait. He made her wait seven years.]


Why not. I could use a break. [She logs off in one fluid keystroke.] Where exactly did you have in mind? [It's limited, yeah, but, well, let's pretend it's normal and not sneaking around in a forgeign town after dark because that's their only option.]