❀33rd Charm❀ ⇁ video

[choseherownway]

[She's sitting cross-legged on the floor of the med-centre, kolto tanks visible behind her, hair still wet from her stay in the tank. She's already gone through all of the entries, had to reassure herself that she was the only one who had died, that Bellatrix was locked up before she could summon the fortitude to announce her return

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[choseherownway]

[She relaxes very slightly when she sees his face] It's docked at - here, I'll upload the coordinates to your datapad. I'm there now.

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[choseherownway]

[She stays in her room, continuing conversations that all get put hurriedly on hold when she feels Carver approaching through the Force. She doesn't quite scramble off her bed, but she does move quicker than usual through the ship.

Seeing him standing there breaks the dam on the flood of emotions she's been holding back ever since she first gathered herself together enough to post to the network. She all but stumbles off the Normandy and throws her arms around him, burying her face in his chest. It's a strange repetition of the day he'd returned, but the atmosphere is different this time. More raw.]

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[choseherownway]

[She's not crying, but she can feel the urge stick in the back of her throat as she looks up at him. Her eyes close briefly as he pushes her hair back off her forehead, but they open again when he kisses her and she returns it, tugging him towards her as close as they can get]

I'm sorry. [Their foreheads press together briefly before she cups his cheek with one hand, kissing him again.] I couldn't - I couldn't let someone else die because of me. Not another one.

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[choseherownway]

[She finds herself turning red at his words, which is ridiculous because he's hardly the first boy to tell her something like that. He is the first person to say it for whom she might have felt the same way in return, though. She smiles at him.]

You're pretty special yourself. I think I managed to stumble my way over saying it on that message, but I want to say it in person. That I care about you. A lot. [She makes a face] Even though you continuously make me lose my words.

[She needs to tell him, needs to let him know what he's getting into before this goes too far. It's hard]

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[choseherownway]

[That gets a chuckle out of her, ducking her head slightly] Oh, yes. God forbid we forget that manly pride of yours. [Her smile becomes a teasing grin] Well, yes, but that's pretty much par for the course with you, isn't it? Whereas I'm someone who actually takes pride in her eloquence on occasion.

[Speaking of. She glances over her shoulder, and sighs] We should go inside. Believe it or not, I have more things to tell you that are potentially going to be just as awkward and painful as the first time we had to do this. [She tries to keep the worry from her face, and fails] I really do just...want to spend time with you, but there are some things that you should know before we go much further with - this. Us.

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[choseherownway]

We don't seem to have done all that badly without words. [She bites her lip on another smile, and the impulse quickly fades in light of what she's about to tell him. She summons a nod, squeezing his hand back reflexively as she leads him through the ship to her quarters. She doesn't let it go, when they sit]

I hope you don't mind if I just - throw myself into the deep end again, here. It'll be easier, if I can just. Get everything out at once. [Her thumb rubs absently over the back of his hand, although whether she's comforting him or her, she doesn't know] I know what my future is. Not here, but back home. Almost every other person from my world who's shown up here has known it, too. I was seventeen when I was taken, and I'm twenty one when I die. [Her hand clenches around his briefly, then relaxes]

And somewhere during those four years, I apparently - I get married. Have a son. His name is Harry, he - he was here briefly, some months ago. That's how I'm going to die, sacrificing myself to save him when he's a year old. [She looks

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[She bites into her lower lips as she waits, watching his face and trying to loosen the death grip she has on his hand. But she doesn't want to let go.

She gives a small start when he shakes his head, surprised, but then he squeezes her hand and she starts to think that...maybe things will turn out all right. He even gets a faint smile out of her when he starts tripping over his words.

There's a pause when he's done talking before she just leans forward and rests her forehead against his chest again, eyes closed and thankful.] I can get behind that idea, I think. [Another smile quirks on her lips] You probably don't want to know who gave me that same advice a few weeks ago.

[She just stays there for a moment, enjoying their closeness for a moment before something occurs to her, and she sighs] Oh, bollocks. There's one other thing, actually. [shifting her head to look up at him] There's a woman, Isolde. Small and blonde, always terribly calm. I'm...magically bonded to her through the Force, due to an accident that occurred some

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[A smile touches her lips at his hand in her hair, that little kiss. It's easy, comfortable. She likes it. She likes him.]

Your sister, I think one only has to speak with her for more than a minute or two to realise that, but - a plague? [She frowns slightly, trying to stick together what she knows of his world. A few months ago that news would have distressed her, but when she just died, only has three years left anyway, and doesn't have the faintest idea how long the two of them are going to be in this world together - twenty five years seems like an age] The Blight?