[rift] a proposal
[Forward-dated to the morning of March 31, because Dan is impatient. Hush. :|]
It's been a year.
A year since Charlotte died, a year since he fell through the Rift, a year since he came undone and found himself, stitched up, in the form of a man with a bizarre new power in a bizarre new world.
365 days.
There were days when he thought he was going ( Read more... )
It's been a year.
A year since Charlotte died, a year since he fell through the Rift, a year since he came undone and found himself, stitched up, in the form of a man with a bizarre new power in a bizarre new world.
365 days.
There were days when he thought he was going ( Read more... )
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Can I stop by?
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Winny frowns down at her journal, nervous in spite of herself. It' the preamble that does it, probably, the hesitance between the lines that put her on edge.
Her room has changed a bit since Gail left, populated now by plants and plant-filled aquariums instead of schedules and tidy office supplies. There are file cabinets and a desk against one wall, but even that is flanked by ferns.
She does a cursory sweep to tidy up and puts the kettle on her hotplate before settling down to wait.
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The ring. He should probably have that.
So, five minutes later, after forgetting the location of the little box and then remembering it and then giving himself a quick, mumbled pep talk, he returns to Winny's door.
He checks his pocket again for the box, just to make sure he didn't imagine going to his room and getting it, breathes, and knocks.
On the other side of the door, Winny will find a totally calm-looking, slightly smiling boyfriend.
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