For rushinvitality
From this meme.
Mag and Vitaly have a family. (Preferrably two children, a house, the works.)
“Emma, Alexander! Come get your lunches!” Mag set aside the knife from cutting the fruit for their sack lunches, “You’re going to miss the bus again, and I’m not asking Miss Cleary to drive you to school again.”
The two fifth graders ran into the kitchen, Emma wearing her new glasses, the plastic and glass already attacked by a be-dazzler’s fury. Mag held out her hands so that both children could be found and have a kissed placed on their cheeks. Alex wiped at his face, “moooooom”.
She laughed a bit and walked them to the door, waving at them as the climbed on the bus, neither bothering to wave back at their sightless mother.
Humming a little, she walked to her husband’s study, tea cup in hand and she leaned against the doorway, ‘watching’ him go through a stack of papers. “what, school hasn’t started yet?”
Glancing up, pencil between his teeth he grinned, “get over here, I didn’t realize you wanted to get rid of me so badly”.
“Always.”
Mag and Vitaly don't go to Hell.
“Miss DeFoe, might I introduce you to our head of Anthropology department, Doctor Vitaly Wolfe.” A hand was placed in hers, and she shook it gently, “Vitaly here has been working on several new venues thanks to your company’s support.”
“That’s nice.” Her smile was small, perfect, and utterly uninterested.
“I- It’s an honor miss, I’m a… well, I’m a huge fan, I can’t say how much this all means and…” He stopped as someone else took her hand, and she shook theirs, gave them the same smile, and nodded again.
After all, the prima donna had all of NYU’s faculty to meet, she really didn’t have time for every single one.
Mag quits working for Rotti and takes up a job at NYU.
“No no no…” she stands up from the piano, using her memory to find her way over to the stage, “You can’t go flat- if in the entire show, you go flat, stay on key here.” The girl nodded, then remembered to speak to her tutor. “that’s- that is all, just, please have the next part memorized by tomorrow. Please.”
The students left Mag sitting back on the piano bench, playing over a few chords. It wasn’t easy for the twenty-three year old to be teaching those only a few years her minor to be on stage when she herself would never do such again. But- she also was out, living her own life…
It was worth it. Right?
Mag has an affair.
been done. D:
Mag runs out on their wedding day. Leaving Vitaly at the alter.
“Cheer up man, come on… she’s probably just… fixing her hair. You know how girls are.” Vitaly shot Gabriel a look, and checked his watch again.
Another minute passed, and one of his cousins walked up the aisle, her face blank. He didn’t even have time to ask her what was going on she pulled him off to the side of the church, whispering in hurried Russian. “дурак! она оставила вас!”
Mag and Vitaly have a family. (Preferrably two children, a house, the works.)
“Emma, Alexander! Come get your lunches!” Mag set aside the knife from cutting the fruit for their sack lunches, “You’re going to miss the bus again, and I’m not asking Miss Cleary to drive you to school again.”
The two fifth graders ran into the kitchen, Emma wearing her new glasses, the plastic and glass already attacked by a be-dazzler’s fury. Mag held out her hands so that both children could be found and have a kissed placed on their cheeks. Alex wiped at his face, “moooooom”.
She laughed a bit and walked them to the door, waving at them as the climbed on the bus, neither bothering to wave back at their sightless mother.
Humming a little, she walked to her husband’s study, tea cup in hand and she leaned against the doorway, ‘watching’ him go through a stack of papers. “what, school hasn’t started yet?”
Glancing up, pencil between his teeth he grinned, “get over here, I didn’t realize you wanted to get rid of me so badly”.
“Always.”
Mag and Vitaly don't go to Hell.
“Miss DeFoe, might I introduce you to our head of Anthropology department, Doctor Vitaly Wolfe.” A hand was placed in hers, and she shook it gently, “Vitaly here has been working on several new venues thanks to your company’s support.”
“That’s nice.” Her smile was small, perfect, and utterly uninterested.
“I- It’s an honor miss, I’m a… well, I’m a huge fan, I can’t say how much this all means and…” He stopped as someone else took her hand, and she shook theirs, gave them the same smile, and nodded again.
After all, the prima donna had all of NYU’s faculty to meet, she really didn’t have time for every single one.
Mag quits working for Rotti and takes up a job at NYU.
“No no no…” she stands up from the piano, using her memory to find her way over to the stage, “You can’t go flat- if in the entire show, you go flat, stay on key here.” The girl nodded, then remembered to speak to her tutor. “that’s- that is all, just, please have the next part memorized by tomorrow. Please.”
The students left Mag sitting back on the piano bench, playing over a few chords. It wasn’t easy for the twenty-three year old to be teaching those only a few years her minor to be on stage when she herself would never do such again. But- she also was out, living her own life…
It was worth it. Right?
Mag has an affair.
been done. D:
Mag runs out on their wedding day. Leaving Vitaly at the alter.
“Cheer up man, come on… she’s probably just… fixing her hair. You know how girls are.” Vitaly shot Gabriel a look, and checked his watch again.
Another minute passed, and one of his cousins walked up the aisle, her face blank. He didn’t even have time to ask her what was going on she pulled him off to the side of the church, whispering in hurried Russian. “дурак! она оставила вас!”