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konstantin "actually a fishstick" scala. ([personal profile] perishes) wrote2016-06-30 09:51 am

a post for two | marie




THIS IS WHERE THE EVENING SPLITS IN HALF.
( A POST FOR TWO )



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( neither of them are quite sure why it happens.

it was actually the second time they met, where they discovered this. the first meeting had been a little awkward, coffee and lunch and althea leaving early due to 'work (or due entirely to to not wanting to figure out if they were at hugging yet, whichever version of the truth you prefer) full of flurried apologies and enthusiastic waves. there'd been more correspondence after that, she'd even confessed the real reason why she left things so strangely, and a better tone was struck. the next time was much better, they'd walked on the beach and co-collected an odd little collection of knick knacks and entirely underwhelming objects that were special only to them. she'd smiled more than she could remember ever smiling in one day, everything had been great and then, unexpectedly and without warning, she'd decided to express this happiness with a hug.

( it's about here that things go wildly wrong, for reference )

it kills althea. she's practically fuelled by contact, she finally has a point of contact to this whole other side of her life that she's never known before, and now she can't even hold his hand. sometimes they've managed to work around it, gloves and thick sweaters and very careful, precise actions when they drop a quick peck on the other's hand, but it's difficult.

she's sitting about a foot away from him on a wall, legs dangling and a sour expression on her face. bad moods are a rarity for thea, but when she gets in one the whole world hears about it. she's not wearing shoes, so there has to be a point made to hook her jacket sleeve over her foot before she gives kon a quick kick in the leg. )


Hey, ( she screws her sleeves over her hands, fists balled up and elbow on her leg as she finds a place for her chin to rest on her knuckles. she's still scowling, of course she is, but the expression softens somewhat around the eyes. if there's one person who never receives the brunt of foul moods it's konstantin. ) maybe it's fixed. Maybe it's a one, two- three? Three time thing.

( she's always been the optimistic one, thea )