|Dr. Jemma Simmons (drsimmons) wrote in paradisolog,|
@ 2016-04-01 02:27:00
|Entry tags:||~jemma simmons (drsimmons), ~ray palmer (_atom)|
WHO: Jemma Simmons and Ray Palmer
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
WHERE: At the little firepit Jemma has made in a clearing
It was fascinating how even the smallest bit of familiarity could bring such comfort. Jemma had chosen to be here, of course, but there had still been anxiety due to the change in setting and the grand decision she had made to leave her old life behind. It had been a big step, and while she didn't regret it, it had almost brought tears to her eyes to find something as simple and familiar as...a bush with tea leaves. Of course, a lot of things made her cry lately. Ever since getting sucked through the monolith and experiencing the trauma that had been that planet, since losing Will - perhaps the only person who truly understood what she'd been through there - well, she just couldn't cry enough. Even when she ran out of tears in the evening, she knew that there were more to shed.
She was getting better, at least in the eyes of others. She was finding joy in things before. She'd embraced her science again. She was getting out of bed. She was even finding hope sometimes. But she had a feeling that the darkness of that place would never truly leave her. No matter how much she sometimes felt like her old self.
She had this afternoon, finding herself in this vibrant ecosystem with the most amazing variety of plants and insect life. She'd given in to her excitement, which had allowed her to relax, and almost be hereself for a moment. She hoped that was a sign of the things to come, and that in this place maybe that ball of darkness at her center could shrink to the point that she hardly knew it was there.
She didn't even dare to hope that it would disappear.
It was really such a big part of the reason she'd come here...after being stalked by death for what had felt like years (even though it had only been months), it was incredibly appealing to have a chance to make life.
She'd managed to make a fire and had managed to hollow out a coconut rather messily with a broken-off stick. It made a rough sort of bowl for her to boil the water on, although it was taking far longer than she'd hoped, since she was afraid it would catch fire if she got it too close to the fire. She'd have to make her way down to the beach and collect some shells; it would be a far better material for cooking.
She heard steps in the woods and looked up.
"Ray? Is that you?"
Yes, perhaps she was a little more anxious than usual at sounds in the woods, but she couldn't help it. Not after what she'd been through.