"I missed you too," Tasha spoke into Thomas' shoulder. "I missed you so much. Do you know how weird it is not having you here, and not having you there either?" She held Thomas quite tightly herself, well-trained muscles strong for her size. "I never want you to have to go away and suffer like that again."
Mary was writing, as she was often wont to do in quiet moments. In David's head, and in many others, she had kept journals, but since being cast out of David - and out of physical life - she had no longer done so. She had her LiveJournal, but although it had been right for David to keep his thoughts there, it wasn't so for her. It was the old-fashioned in her, that preferred a leather-bound, hand-written journal. There were so many memories that it was easy to simply write a stream of consciousness, even though it would probably prove terribly confusing to anyone else who tried to read it, except for David who shared the memories. Her original journals were scattered about the globe, left as clues for future incarnations of herself. She could reclaim them, with a lot of time and effort, but there were far more important things to do with the bulk of her time. So instead, she wrote, and it was this she looked up from when she heard Peter approaching.
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Date: 2007-11-18 05:47 am (UTC)From:Mary was writing, as she was often wont to do in quiet moments. In David's head, and in many others, she had kept journals, but since being cast out of David - and out of physical life - she had no longer done so. She had her LiveJournal, but although it had been right for David to keep his thoughts there, it wasn't so for her. It was the old-fashioned in her, that preferred a leather-bound, hand-written journal. There were so many memories that it was easy to simply write a stream of consciousness, even though it would probably prove terribly confusing to anyone else who tried to read it, except for David who shared the memories. Her original journals were scattered about the globe, left as clues for future incarnations of herself. She could reclaim them, with a lot of time and effort, but there were far more important things to do with the bulk of her time. So instead, she wrote, and it was this she looked up from when she heard Peter approaching.