InsaneJournal

It wasn't that Laura particularly liked gardens. The one on the roof was nice and all, but it wasn't some magical place that served to refresh her energies when they were low - metaphorically or not. Really what had brought her up here was the warring of two desires - to be alone, and to seek comfort from someone acknowledging that she wasn't invisible. Hiding in her room felt too much like the days when that was the unspoken expectation, when she wasn't on a mission or in training. Not in use. Put away like a sword or a gun when it wasn't needed. Certainly there were other people she could seek out, of course, but most of them had their own priorities, and while she felt pretty sure that James would always make time for her he had so much going on that it felt a little selfish, sometimes. Or even more like shame and betrayal, when the hole in her chest that always seemed to ache a little more when she thought about Morgan or Peter or the Bartons would sometimes even act the same way around James and Sam.

She didn't come up to the roof that much so it was sort of a surprise how many of the plants she actually recognised. She had a vague memory that there'd been Healders involved in it at one point, so maybe that was why - she spotted verbena, angelica, gingko, licorice. It wasn't her area, herbalism, she really had no need for it when she could just flick a finger and change things with a thought, but she at least had enough of a grounding for it to absorb her for a few minutes before she came to the edge of the roof and settled on the low wall that surrounded it. So far being up here wasn't much different than being in her room, except for being colder.