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Landon Kirby (mopheadedhobbit) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-12-17 14:11:00

Entry tags:

active: hope mikaelson, inactive: landon kirby

WHO: Landon Kirby and Hope Mikaelson
WHERE: Landon’s room (8c)
WHEN: After his arrival
WARNINGS: TBD
SPOILERS? Legacies 2x8

Landon’s mind was swirling with the weirdness of arriving in an alternate dimension. He would have thought that he was ready for everything strange that could possibly happen now, but he was wrong. It seemed that the world could always find a way to get stranger. Having people he knew here helped, though. Dr. Saltzman’s presence made everything feel safe, and Lizzie, well, that was familiar too. And Hope...well, that was the best thing of all. He didn’t try to hide the fact that he was hopelessly in love with her, and even had been when he couldn’t remember she existed.

But he felt guilty about that, too. Because while he loved Hope with every bit of himself, he cared about Josie too, and he hated having to choose between them. He was also still a bit annoyed at Hope for not telling him the truth when she cane back. Annoyed, but not angry. Not anymore. He understood where she was coming from, and why she did it. She was trying to do the right thing, but that wasn’t always easy. Sometimes you found yourself in a place where you had to hurt someone. Like when he’d had to choose between Hope and Josie. But that hadn’t been her fault and he didn’t blame her for it anymore.

When he heard the knock on the door, he took a deep breath and answered it. Man, she was beautiful and it was always so good to see her.

“Hey,” he said, suddenly feeling a bit shy. “You doing okay?”

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baculum
2019-12-17 09:38 pm UTC (link)

Of course New Orleans couldn't come and go in Goodland without something happening. Not that Landon showing up was a bad thing! ... Or at least she hoped not. It didn't seem like it, though she'd been worried at first. And maybe was still a little worried now, but about other things that came with Landon being here, not Landon himself. She had no idea what had been happening back home while she'd been in Goodland, aside from one photo and a quick snippet of video. She'd been absent from both, and Lizzie's lack of memory had pretty much confirmed for her that her scheme had worked. And now, this.

In the meantime, she'd been here. Surviving, and branching out, and possibly becoming a completely different person. When Josie and Dr. Satlzman had arrived, it reminded her how different she was here versus at home. They'd both accepted the new her, even encouraged it, but Landon felt like the last test. Was she too different? She was also feeling a little shy as she stood in the hallway, waiting a minute before she knocked.

She'd had dreams about him while she was here, but seeing him in person was so much better. Warmth flooded her chest as her face broke out into a smile big enough to make her eyes disappear. "Hey yourself." She wanted to touch him but settled for balling her fingers up by her sides. "I'm not the one who just got here."

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mopheadedhobbit
2019-12-17 09:47 pm UTC (link)

Well, it was a tiny bit awkward, sure, but that was to be expected. And the awkwardness was nothing compared to the feeling that came over him when he saw her - the feeling that cane over him every time he saw her. Being with Hope was like being complete. It was as if he’d been missing something his whole life and had finally stumbled across it. There was just something so epically right about it that it pushed away the awkwardness and he just gazed at her a moment, his eyes full of love and a slightly goofy smile on his face.

And he’d seen her just before coming here.

She looked a little different, though: he noticed that right off. She looked...happy. He’d seen Hope happy but usually there was darkness behind it and he didn’t see that so much now. She said she had a new life here, and friends, and it looked great on her. He did feel a bit queasy, though. She was so beautiful and smart and perfect...if she was happy and popular, she could have anyone she wanted. Why would she ever choose him?

He slid his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and rocked forward a bit on his feet.

“I’m fine,” he said. “I mean, weird is what we do, right? You look great,”