kate bishop (katherinebishop) wrote in thespotrpg, @ 2021-02-15 23:53:00 |
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Entry tags: | crowley, kate bishop |
Who: Kate Bishop and Crowley
When: Sometime Tuesday
Where: The farthest Kate can currently get from everyone without diving into the ocean
What: Wallowing, emotions, feelings, why are things so difficult?
Warnings: Language I'm sure and possibly some sensitive content/triggers depending on conversation directions. I will update and note immediately if necessary!
She could have bought a better tent, but Kate didn't have time. She needed to get far away from everyone and everything and let her brain process. Everything was a jumbled mess and Kate really hated that. She was already terrible at handling her own feelings, emotions, and relationships. Now, she had some unknown source sticking their noses in where they did not belong.
Or arrows in this case. Kate had kicked herself on her way along the island about the entire conversation about Cupid. It wasn't her fault, but it could have been.
The entire trek had been filled with Kate arguing with herself and anyone or anything around that would listen. Trees, rocks, and sand didn't talk back and that was what she needed. She yelled and screamed a few times, kicked a few of the rocks that just looked at her oddly, and nearly punched a palm tree. Stopping herself from the latter was a brief moment of needing to take a breath and compartmentalize.
None of which was terribly healthy. Kate knew it wasn't. Talking was usually the solution but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Not right now. She didn't know if she ever would. No one could blame themselves, but it still hurt in the weirdest way. She didn't want to think about how Pepper was feeling or Tony, and Kate certainly didn't want to think about poor Ben.
She'd had a point when she told Eli all that time ago she couldn't be with him. That she was far too broken and much too used up for someone like him.
Setting up the tent had been...something. With directions that read like a VCR manual from the 1980s, Kate managed. Though small, it at least had a floor. She was truly living the highlife in solitude or would have been had it not been for a particular visitor.
"You're lucky I didn't have the bow and arrow ready and waiting, sir," she chided with a grin. "Did Kristy send you or are you also looking for a rock to hide under for the rest of whatever life we have here?"