openish } but nothing worth having comes without some kind of fight

[choosetruth]

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:

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[choosetruth]

[It would be easier if she knew what she wanted, honestly. She's dull and numb and nothing matters past her loneliness and pain. It's a horrible way to feel, and she hates it.

There's a part of her that is aware that this is pathetic, that she's acting like one of the characters' in Buffy's stories, going all to pieces without a man. It's, well, not very Georgia Mason of her. Georgia Mason never cried. The fact that it was physically impossible for her before her death is besides the point, it still feels wrong. Georgia Mason would not have handled losing her brother well, but she wouldn't have sat by his body sobbing about it. Of course, that's because back home, he wouldn't be coming back.

There are all sorts of extenuating circumstances. It's still hard to shake the reminder that she just isn't actually Georgia Mason. She's a clone. A close but not perfect copy. Would the real Georgia have been any better at dealing? They'll never know because the real Georgia died before she had to.

But she knows the real Georgia never liked to appear weak in front of anyone. She feel very much like Georgia Mason right now. But she can pretend. Sometimes it feels like she doesn't do anything but pretend.

She straightens and looks over at Tim, chin tilted up. She doesn't look like she's okay, she knows. Good posture and sunglasses hide a lot but they can't fix everything. But hopefully she looks, at least, somewhat confident.]

I'd rather be alone. But thanks.

[Is it true? Fuck if she knows. But at least it's decisive. That's something.]

[postictal]

[She only looks a fraction Georgia Mason at the moment, it's true. Straightening her shoulders and tightening her chin and looking all the world like how she tries to come across; untouched and untouchable, even if he could tell her different. It's the little tells that derail it, but maybe that's because he knows enough to look for them.]

[She'd rather be alone. She's not in any danger for herself, and...]

[Fuck. He's not any good at this anyway.]

Okay.

[He won't protest. He can...he'll leave her to it.]

[He's good at that.]