Noa Bellamy (sharpthings) wrote in remains_rpg, @ 2016-05-16 15:21:00 |
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Entry tags: | # 2019 [05] may, bode coldiron, noa bellamy |
I hope you’re not hoping I fall to pieces
Who: Noa Bellamy & Bishop Coldiron
Where: Bishop’s place
What: Baby cuddling, and not a single mention of hurts.
When: [backdated] 5/4/19, after the chapel session and TJ’s announcement
There was a part of Noa’s soul that she wasn’t examining just right yet. A part that she knew just might threaten to shrivel and die with the realization that she hadn’t warranted so much as a personal goodbye from people that had become her family. To a woman that never had blood that cared about her long, it mattered that she’d found people who had. She couldn’t let any of it get a foothold and stall her out, take her out of her own resolve and strength. She’d move forward. She always moved forward. But she welcomed the safe walls of Bishop’s tiny house, where she could cry a little if the enormity of what she’d lost got to her that much. Noa didn’t want tears though, she didn’t want to be broken, she just wanted to be. To process and live. Hadn’t she been saying the same to Savannah only a little while back? They couldn’t just exist because they suffered loss. Noa let herself in to Bishop’s home without announcing herself, offering him a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes when he spotted him in the space. “Mr. President,” she says, valiantly trying for humor. Valiantly trying to keep the carefully crafted walls up. She still had family, more than anything she needed to focus on that and not get swept up in any kind of despair for the ones she’d lost. It was for those reasons she gravitated towards their new boss man; Bishop was a man of logic, a smart man, and she doubts that he’ll needle her much to talk about things she’s not ready to air just yet. |