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entrancelogs2016-01-22 10:16 am
nascensibility) wrote in entrancelogs2016-01-22 10:16 am
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[CLOSED] and despite everything I'm still human
Who: Evelyn O'Connell (nascensibility) & Rick O'Connell (rickochet)
Where: 2nd Floor, Room 10
When: January 22
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: Four and a half years of separation is a long time. Things happen.
The Story:
[Things are different for them.
Not arduous, not strange, simply different. It was stupid of her - too stupid, an impractical rationalisation and a vain hope - to think that she might be capable of eking by without speaking on the subject. She wouldn't want to under normal circumstances, and their relationship was firmly founded on a mutual sense of trust, on the assurance of communication and so any reticence would be taken with tremendous unease.
Rick is not the same man she left behind at Ahm Shere and she is not the same woman he saw off to the British Museum on a morning several months after their recent adventure.
It isn't for lack of wanting to tell him. Not all things that occurred in her captivity but some, the most important ones, the recent ones. The ones that cut into her like a razor of sentiment. Better to spill honesty than have him find photographic evidence on his own, better to loosen her tongue before a friendly neighbor makes an inappropriate observation and she is questioned for being too quiet.
Preoccupied with ambivalence is the state in which she can be found at present, curled up in the reading room of their apartments with a cup of tea she hasn't yet touched and a book whose pages have not been turned in the last half-hour.
Things are different for them, and because of that she fears a response she cannot predict.]
nascensibility) & Rick O'Connell (rickochet)Where: 2nd Floor, Room 10
When: January 22
Rating: PG/PG-13
Summary: Four and a half years of separation is a long time. Things happen.
The Story:
[Things are different for them.
Not arduous, not strange, simply different. It was stupid of her - too stupid, an impractical rationalisation and a vain hope - to think that she might be capable of eking by without speaking on the subject. She wouldn't want to under normal circumstances, and their relationship was firmly founded on a mutual sense of trust, on the assurance of communication and so any reticence would be taken with tremendous unease.
Rick is not the same man she left behind at Ahm Shere and she is not the same woman he saw off to the British Museum on a morning several months after their recent adventure.
It isn't for lack of wanting to tell him. Not all things that occurred in her captivity but some, the most important ones, the recent ones. The ones that cut into her like a razor of sentiment. Better to spill honesty than have him find photographic evidence on his own, better to loosen her tongue before a friendly neighbor makes an inappropriate observation and she is questioned for being too quiet.
Preoccupied with ambivalence is the state in which she can be found at present, curled up in the reading room of their apartments with a cup of tea she hasn't yet touched and a book whose pages have not been turned in the last half-hour.
Things are different for them, and because of that she fears a response she cannot predict.]