Steve Cornfoot (20_questions) wrote in initiative_logs, @ 2020-05-12 12:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: aly hastings, char: stephen cornfoot |
Who: Stephen Cornfoot and Aly Hastings
What: Facing being apart again
When: 12 May, early evening
Where: 201 Lantern Lane Apt.
Rating | Status: Low-Medium | Complete
As shitty as the last few days had been, there were a handful of things that weren't so terrible about the situation. One of which was getting to come home to Aly every night since the attack. He had just wanted her safe, and while he realized that Diagon hadn't exactly been safe, it was at least safer than Knockturn. He knew that it was risky, and he knew that there was a certain amount of guilt there with being a little more safe than some of their friends. However, it really did go to show Steve how balanced they were. How that even in a moment of terror and crisis where both of them had their own issues flaring up and filled with worry, they could still take care of each other. Their energies didn't feed off of each other to make it work. Now that he was actually thinking about it, this was probably the first real test for them in that regard. The other times things had come up it was one or the other facing something. As much as Steve was feeling the situation and empathizing with the heavy losses, Steve also couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in his chest about how they'd come through this. They took care of each other and they found a way to not make it worse. The world was doing a good enough of a job doing that on it's own.
It felt weird to go back to doing normal things like going to practice. Pretending that he wasn't worried about the people who were mourning, or worried for those who were taken. He'd pushed it aside because he had a part to play too, and that was doing what he always did. Making sure that no one really knew what was going on his head. Acting out being the fool to make people feel more at ease, lessen their burden, and get people to think he was actually an idiot so they'd never bother to look in his direction. He was simply an idiot jock doing his best to play with balls all day. It wasn't actually all that hard to do in this case, it was something that he had far too much practice in since he'd been doing it since he was a teenager. Steve only found it hard when his brain was overwhelmed and it was literally about him. It was easier when it was about everyone else. So, he woke up, had breakfast with Aly before they went to work, and got excited that he got to see her again after. This was probably the longest period they'd gotten to have together since they started to date. It gave him a little bit of hope for the future.
Though, he knew that it was only a matter of time before it became too much of a risk and she would have to go back. Sadly, tonight was the night and he could feel it sitting in the middle of his chest all day. He'd somehow managed to convince her to stay until it got dark out, easier to slip away, their usual methods of getting to each other. So at least it meant that he got to have a little bit of time before they had to say goodbye. Steve had gotten home from practice before she had, unsurprisingly, and while he waited, he started to slip a few things into her bag. He carefully wrapped and charmed two orange roses so they wouldn't be squished among her clothing, as well as another one of his plain sweaters that he'd purposely worn a little bit more this week, and a few sweets. He'd just finished stashing everything away when he heard the door open and he came rushing out into the living room and scooped her up in a big relieved hug. He could get used to this. He wanted to get used to this. It freaking sucked that right now he didn't get to. So, he figured, better make the most out of it now. "Hello, angel." he said softly greeting her with a sweet little kiss. "You okay?" he asked automatically, but with no less concern in his tone.