She doesn’t do it often. Not as
often as she’d like. It’s too risky, she knows, signaling him. He may’ve been
given a fresh start, a chance of a new life after—after whatever it was he did–but the risks are still there.
(She never asks. He doesn’t tell
her. It’s in the past now. It’s in the past.)
He knows by now that it’s not
always her way of telling him she has something for him. Sometimes it’s her
letting him know she misses him, that she wants to talk to him.
(He doesn’t tell her what it means
to know she cares. She never asks. These things don’t need words.)
White roses sitting on the windowsill
slowly changes. From “I have some information,” to “I have something for you,”
to “Can we see each other,” each time the potted plant makes an appearance, its
meaning slowly shifts into newer, uncharted territory.
(It’s not discussed. It’s never
discussed. They’re both okay with that.)
A simple text. A time and a place.
That’s all she gets these days. No more immediate calls and panicked questions.
No more heart pounding, adrenaline fueled exchanges. They’ve settled into a new
(That’s all she needs. It’s more
than he ever hoped for. Things are changing.)
It’s quiet tonight. She hears him
coming, knows he’s making an effort to let her know. And just like the last couple
of times, she stands quickly and watches him stop just a few steps away. He
There’s a twitch of her lips. A tremulous
smile. When she catches his return smile—even smaller than hers—she smiles a
little more freely.
If both are a little breathless—a
little reverent, a little relieved—neither of them point it out. All that
matters is that they’re both here—still alive, still kicking—together.
i was considering doing something for @siderealsandman‘s au fic [read it if u haven’t!!], but then frickin’ abbey broke me with her day 5 prompt last night
[read it read it read it!!!]
and i am a huge a sucker for angst, so i needed to draw for it… mostly the last pic, but the others, i imagine that’s how things went lmao.
Keith carefully waits until the bell stops ringing and then makes his way to the back of the shop, into his office, where Lance is slumped over the desk with a dozen books spread out in front of him. A huge red and white cat is laying on top of the keyboard of the laptop shunted off to the side, her tail flicking back and forth. They both appear to be asleep.