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charlotte evans ❅ snow white (deputyprincess) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2010-08-21 20:24:00

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Who: Charlotte Evans and Tristan Lewis
What: Visiting Fabletown. Having a minor breakdown. You know, the usual.
Where: Bullfinch Street, NYC!
When: Saturday afternoon, August 21st.
Warnings: Mild to moderate hysteria? Or not so moderate...

Charlotte had never been particularly fond of her birthday. To her, it was just like any other day – and it was even less significant now that it was meaningless. The 21st of August was just another Saturday. It came between the 19th and the 20th, between Friday and Sunday, and nineteen years ago, her mother had just happened to give birth to her. It wasn't special. It absolutely wasn't. Charlotte was positive of that.

The universe, however, seemed to think differently. The universe, God, fate, – whatever it was, it wanted to make the 21st of August a big deal. Briar had found Fabletown today, and she was on her way to finding the Farm. That couldn't be coincidence, could it? It was too poetic. No, too ironic. And almost cruel. Charlotte had just wanted this day to pass as quickly and uneventfully as possible. Clearly, that wasn't going to happen. Maybe it could've, if Snow had let her be the hermit she wanted to be, hiding in the castle and ignoring everything outside of it, but Snow was stubborn, and worse, she was determined. She had to see her home, and she had to see it today.

But Charlotte wasn't going to see it alone. There were many reasons why she asked Tristan to go with her to New York (or why he'd offered when, distracted and definitely overthinking it, she forgot to ask), but the main one was that she felt safe with him. Not just because he was basically a soldier for Camelot, but also because it was incredibly easy to be around him. She didn't quite understand it, but he was the only person she wanted to do this with. He wouldn't judge her, or expect anything from her – he would just be there with her, and that was all she wanted.

It was a hot and humid day in New York City, but at least it was breezy. As they silently walked down Andersen Street, Charlotte had to keep brushing her hair behind her ears, pushing it away from her face, but it never took. Her hair was just as fickle as the universe, and the wind was too strong. It didn't take them very long to reach the corner of Andersen and Bullfinch, however, and she paused for a moment, hardly believing her eyes. There was the street sign, and there was the Tavern. Next to the Tavern would be the Glass Slipper, and next to that? The gate to the Woodlands. Charlotte took a deep breath and grabbed Tristan's hand, steeling herself before she could chicken out. It was so tempting to just turn around and walk the other way, to go home and ignore all of this. But she'd come this far, hadn't she? It wouldn't hurt to go a little father.

"Here we are," she said quietly and, offering Tristan a small, wavering smile, she turned the corner. And there they were.

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deputyprincess
2010-08-24 03:19 am UTC (link)

It suddenly occurred to Charlotte that she was being extremely bold, much bolder than she'd ever been with a man who, up until an hour or so ago, had been nothing more than a friend. Well. That wasn't true, strictly speaking. She realized now that he'd been much more than a friend for quite some time now – she was just too wrapped up in her own head to see it. He was always there for her. It had only taken her a few weeks to learn that she could go to him with absolutely anything, especially the things she couldn't go to anybody else with. If nothing else, that fact and that fact alone should've told her that he was more than a friend. He was someone she could trust with anything. With everything. And she needed that. She was tired of keeping everything locked away in her head; it wouldn't hurt to share the load with someone who cared, would it?

Stifling a yawn, Charlotte waited until Tristan settled before shifting her own position. She was more or less on his lap now, draped across his chest and settling there comfortably. She sighed contently, and it took a moment for her to realize that her eyes had closed again, completely on their own. Apparently, that small bout of hysterics had left her exhausted, and she hadn't even noticed. Tristan was sort of a magnificent distraction, but then, that had always been perfectly obvious to her.

"I think I'm going to fall asleep," she murmured into his shirt. Even though it was clear how sleepy she was, she still maintained some semblance of propriety; she was politely frank, despite being on the verge of drifting off. Typical Brit. "I hope you don't mind. It's very warm, and you're very comfortable..."

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conjurings
2010-08-24 06:12 pm UTC (link)

"Of course I don't mind," Tristan assured her. As if he would ever mind her falling asleep on him like that, this was almost too good to be true. As gently as he could, he moved them both back a little further so he was leaning against something solid and then he tightened his hold around her, kissing the corner of her forehead and sighing contently.

This right here, what he had in his arms right now was all he wanted, all he could ever hope to want. All he really needed too. Everything else, all the implications and complications that came with it, he could deal with the rest later. Right now, he was much too concerned with the present moment and making sure Charlotte was as comfortable as possible. "I'll be here when you wake up."

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