Siobhan Nolan (ars_memoriae) wrote in savingthegames, @ 2014-08-08 21:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | !plot: rewritten, samuel shepard, siobhan nolan |
Who: Siobhan and Sam
What: AU Celebrating their seventh wedding anniversary.
When: 1900 Hours (7:00 pm), August 8, 2014
Where: Shepard residence, fancy restaurant and dancing.
Warnings: Lots of fluff and feels. Lightly nsfw near the end.
Status: Complete
In her life before, Siobhan Nolan had spent her youth darting from idea to idea, and person to person like a pinball, frenetic and hasty and all too reckless. Unsure of where she fit in or how she could use her superhuman powers early on, she’d thrown herself blindly forward until she had eventually found her purpose in social work. She had only just begun to slow down in her thirties, and while she had found herself plenty fulfilled in her career, most of her romantic relationships had dwindled down to casual, flash-pan affairs. Not for a lack of love or commitment on her part, but for a lack of balance. Interesting, then, how a small change or two ended up making a difference. Without powers, Siobhan had formed a stronger sense of focus, especially in regards to following through with what she wanted for herself – in this case, a career that combined art with storytelling: comic books. It had been a vague childhood dream in one reality; it was the real deal in this one. Without powers, her brother had not become this fearful person bent on working against her kind and their friendship remained unscathed. This would have been enough for her, but Dominic had other people in New Waverly to make happy, too. And, perhaps sensing an opportunity at the gala in a previous acquaintance, those strange reality-bending powers found another use for a repaired sibling bond in Siobhan’s history: a convenient backstory connection for how she met Samuel Shepard. With her brother made a member of the armed forces in this timeline, it was now Sean who had introduced the pair instead of a chance meeting under fireworks. According to this new history, today was their seventh anniversary, which Siobhan Shepard had prepared for with flair, seven being a lucky number and all. Or so that was the excuse. She walked out of the bedroom sporting the white cocktail dress she had described to Sam over the phone last week. She’d chosen the style for several aesthetic qualities, but mostly because she enjoyed how she felt in it: exciting and incredible. Underneath one arm, she carried a moderately sized package, which she carefully balanced against her hip as she made her way downstairs, wary for any of their five-year-old son’s stray Legos on the steps. Once she safely made it to the ground floor, she went looking for Sam in the living room. |