Ficlet

[xmm_travis]

OOC At long last, here's the ficlet I promised Sabby surrounding the night of her death.

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[xmm_emma]

Oh, Travis, darling...

[xmm_sabby]

I swear one day I will be done crying over this. Honestly, I will.

This made me very sad. Travis/Sabby were like... you know. They were.

[xmm_travis]

Well, I definitely felt you deserved something out of the ordinary, and it helped give a bit of immediate closure for Travis. (Though I look forward to RPing him through some of this over the next months. Sabby may not be around, but not forgotten.)

And yeah, they just were. For all there arguing, there was a connection there. Maybe a common desire to not get sucked into the mindless activity of the world around them. A desire to beat the drums to their own rhythm, even when everyone around them was shouting "Conform."

For all his being an empath, this emotion called "regret" is an entirely new experience for Travis.

[aerrin]

SMOOSH.

For this, I will forgive being beaten up all weekend.

[xmm_salharper]

Occasionally I forget how awesome, how powerful of a writer you can be. Never again.

Why am I crying over this? I don't know. But I am. Masterful job.

/Wow/.

[xmm_travis]

Awww, thanks. It's so true when they say that you're your own worst critic, so it's nice to have occasional affirmation that your stuff does have an effect on people.