Georgia Carolyn Mason (
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openish } but nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight
Who: the After the End Times crew and maybe YOU??
Where: ASGARD! Sort of.
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG-13 for violence and swear words probably
Summary: Shaun makes poor sartorial choices that lead to his demise. Georgia does not handle it well. Thank fuck Mahir and Maggie are here to be the adults they need.
The Story:
[Starters in the comments!]
Where: ASGARD! Sort of.
When: Throughout the event
Rating: PG-13 for violence and swear words probably
Summary: Shaun makes poor sartorial choices that lead to his demise. Georgia does not handle it well. Thank fuck Mahir and Maggie are here to be the adults they need.
The Story:
[Starters in the comments!]
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From the corner of her eye, she registers Maggie leaving and, well, this is pretty awkward. She'll have to make it up to Maggie sometime. For now, she's just glad.
Once she's assured herself properly that Shaun is, indeed, alive and well, she pulls back, though not far enough to actually let go of him. Just far enough to give her room to punch him in the side. Hard.]
God fucking dammit, Shaun. That sucked.
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[He flinches away from the hit--George doesn't pull her punches, even with him, even when she's as relieved as she is that he's breathing again.]
I didn't do it on purpose, George.
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[She whacks him again, though without much force this time, then leans her head against his chest, letting the sound of his heartbeat calm her.]
It did something to you. Made you.... [She frowns, fingers curling in his shirt.] Stupid. The way everyone always thought you were. And then a troll got you and.... you were dead, Shaun. [She tugs her sunglasses off so she can press her face into his shirt before the tears start up again.] I didn't let you reanimate.
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The worst moment of his life had been doing that for her, and he still has the scars.]
Are you okay?
cw suicidal ideation
She'd always thought she had prepared herself for this. She knew losing Shaun would hurt. She'd even known she wouldn't want to keep living after she lost him. But she'd still thought she was ready. That she wouldn't have too much trouble putting a bullet through the skull of the man she loved because it was the right thing to do and she'd always promised she'd be there to do it.
Fuck, it had been so hard. And how much harder must it have been for Shaun, who had to shoot her while she was still alive enough to say his name?]
Better now. [She sits up and gives him a watery smile.] You came back earlier than I thought you would. I guess our first death didn't count.
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[Which means that if something happens to George he won't have to wait as long as he thought, but he can't actually think about that for very long without starting to scream internally, so he doesn't. He takes one of her hands in his and traces his thumb over her knuckles, frowning.]
I'm sorry. I didn't know about the armor. If I had... [He shakes his head.] I don't care how badass it looked, I would never have put it on.
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I'm much more mad at Wonderland than at you. It's stupid. We shouldn't have to fear clothes.
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[You were acting like yourself. The was you used to act.]
[Shaun glances over and sees the other George leaning against a wall, arms folded over her chest.]
[You should have known.]
I should have known.
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[Normally she knows Shaun almost better than he knows himself. Why didn't she see how dumb he was being? Why didn't she listen to Mahir?
But what was she supposed to do, not trust Shaun to know his limits? He always had before.
She squeezes his hand, more tightly than can possibly be comfortable.]
Please don't leave me again.
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Not if I can help it. I'm so sorry, George.
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Maggie will have told Mahir you're back by now. [She goes slightly pink.] It's good we decided we don't give a fuck who knows about us anymore. I don't know if I could have stopped myself.
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