Fiona {Thumper} Bailey (soothsayed) wrote in genome_project, @ 2011-02-09 21:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | february 2011 |
WHO: Fiona and Rory
WHAT: Fiona is about to have her heart broken all over again.
WHEN: February 9th; around lunch.
WHERE: Hobbs
RATING: PG-13
STATUS: Incomplete, some done in gdoc.
It's sad, so sad
It's a sad, sad situation
And it's getting more and more absurd
It's sad, so sad
Why can't we talk it over
Oh it seems to me
Fiona Bailey was happy. Truly, honestly happy those days. She felt fantastic, she felt like life was finally being fair and right with her. She had even taken to wearing makeup again, something that she’d begun to let slide after cutting her hair and D’s parents refusing to leave her alone. Hell, she was eating normally once more. Having sore lips and bouncing on the balls of her feet were wonderful things, and Fiona had only been mildly concerned with Rory’s plea to see her. The best case scenario was that he’d lost notes from one of their poetry classes. The worst case was that he had realized what he was losing to Bast, and Fiona doubted that was the case. Rory had seemed very certain of his choice before.
Walking through the halls of Hobbs, Fiona spotted Rory at a table and walked right up to him, a brown paper bag clutched in her hand. her laptop bag sat across her chest, blue jeans paired with her brown flat boots, and a cute azure sweater over a white blouse. “Hey,” she said, sliding in across from him, and letting her can of ginger ale roll out of her lunch bag.
“What’s up?”
*
Rory looked up at Fiona, his eyes flicking over her for a few seconds before he managed a small smile. It almost made this worse that she was clearly so happy. Honestly, since their confrontation in the ballet studio, Rory couldn’t recall the last time he’d seen Fiona this happy. He was sure she’d been happy between now and then, but never when he was around. That thought alone increased the size of the lump that was already growing in Rory’s throat. She was only happy when he wasn’t around.
This, Rory thought cynically, is what love does to people. It allows them to look at happiness and then holds it just out of their reach. And maybe they get it, maybe they don’t. And if they don’t? Well then. Sucks to be them. Rory wasn’t exactly sure if it was the manifestation of his (now very much unwanted) power or his own long-time unrequited love for Eisen that was making him so damn cynical all of the sudden, but whatever it was had really gotten to him, and in a very short period of time. And of course, now he had to make it even worse.
“There’s something you should know,” he began slowly. Unlike Fiona, he hadn’t brought lunch with him. Now he was starting to regret that choice, not because he was particularly hungry (in fact, he really hadn’t wanted to eat anything at all today; his stomach was too upset with nerves) but because at least it would give him something to do with his hands, other than lacing his fingers together and squeezing like he was now. He cleared his throat and tried to find the right words. “You remember last week? At the coffee shop?” It was a stupid thing to ask. Of course she remembered. But Rory was nervous.
*
"Yeah, I remember last week," Fiona said, actually blushing a little bit at the memory. She'd never been so bold before, and it had paid off! Sure, Bast and she didn't have the history that she and Rory had... but they did have enough in common to hit the ground running it seemed. That and he was a very good kisser in Fiona's mind. "What about it? Don't you have any lunch? You could have half my sandwich, it's tune salad," Fiona offered, removing the rest of her food from the brown baggie.
It was healthy, balanced. Fish sandwich, yogurt cup, soda, apple. And it the was the most she'd eaten in a while, her ability to keep food down much better in her state of radiant joy that was almost heartbreaking to watch. "If you're worried about me, don't be. We're going slow from what I can tell, I'm not about to change my facebook relationship status and start declaring that I think I'm going to be engaged by next year or something."