Meg (meganmasters) wrote in oakdelllogs, @ 2013-06-27 00:30:00 |
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Meg had reached a decision. On the day she'd finally come back to him, she awoken some time late in the day to find him gone. He hadn't stayed away long, but the time alone, with a clear head, had been exactly what she'd needed. Pressing her face into his pillows, inhaling the scent of him, she'd finally accepted something that she'd been denying with the whole of her being from the moment she'd realized it. She was allowed to love him. No one was going to come along to punish her for it, so she needed to stop punishing herself. If she would just stop being so backwards, she might even have a chance to be happy. She didn't deserve it, but she could have it anyway. And, being a selfish creature, she wanted that. The apartment smelled divine, even she had to admit that. While she didn't need food to survive, that didn't mean she didn't appreciate it. Her previous attempts at cooking had left her with the feeling that she might need a little help in that department, though. With that in mind, she'd spent every free minute she could pry away from Castiel to scour the internet on his tablet. She needed to do something nice for him, something that showed she was really trying. He'd let her stay with him again and she'd made no move to leave, desperate to prove she was capable of sticking around. She had pointedly refused to discuss her confession, or his for that matter. But it still hung in the air. She wanted to find a way to ease that tension. So she'd come up with a plan. Sneaking out while he was asleep, she'd made preparations. Getting him out of the apartment had been trickier than she'd expected. He'd been so confused by the notion that she needed things, and yet wasn't going to get them herself, or at least going with him. They had enough food in the apartment for a few days yet, so she'd sent him with a list of things specifically for her, that he might find it difficult to obtain. Scented soaps, bath salts, lotion, and sundry other things. She figured she'd bought herself at least about two hours. And now...she was almost out of time. Striking a match, she lit two tall taper candles on the small dining room table. Returning to the kitchen, she put the steaks she'd managed to barely burn onto plates and carried them to the table just as the door opened. |