_kingofthedead_ (_kingofthedead_) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-01-28 18:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | t'challa (black panther) |
Who: T’Challa
When: Late January
Where: His home
What: Dealing with breaking up with Bast
Rating/Warning: Low
Status: Complete
It seemed that T’Challa just couldn’t catch a break when it came to his love life. In the Dreams, he’d married then annulled his marriage to Ororo - otherwise known as the mutant Storm - and they’d never truly reconnected again. Sure they’d been friends and tentative allies, but she’d moved on and he’d never gotten over her. In this life, he’d met this world’s version of Ororo and thought things would work out for the better this time around, knowing now the mistakes he’d made in the dreams, but then she’d left just as things had started to settle into a nice, tidy romance.
And then there was Bast. Just when he thought his wounded heart wouldn’t bother with dating for a good long while, here had come an iteration of Wakanda’s patron goddess. Sure she was from a different dream world, but she’d preened about him being her champion and she his goddess all the same. A spark of passion had ignited between them the likes of which he’d never known, not even with Ororo, and for the first time he had hope that maybe things were going his way. Here was love and the comfort of being desired (he had lost count how many times she’d grabbed his ass at random) and the joy of being in a relationship. They’d even visited Bubastis, once the place of worship for Bast in ancient Egypt. He’d thought just maybe, maybe if things played out right, they could spend the rest of their lives together.
But now...now all he had was a tear stifled goodbye and a stubborn heart unwilling to do a long distance relationship. It was little comfort that Bast didn’t seem keen on the idea either, so that it wasn’t completely his fault things weren’t going to work out. She’d had to go to take care of her father who had gotten worse with his illness, and she didn’t know when or if she’d ever be back. T’Challa, unwilling to leave the OC for some unspoken reason deep down inside him, had to let her go.
He sighed as his pen stilled mid-page on his journal. He was still chronicling his dreams, and the things that happened to him in this life that related to them. Writing about Bast leaving was harder than he’d imagined. Holding back tears despite being alone, T’Challa set the pen down with a heavy sigh. Rubbing his face with both hands he decided to make himself a cup of coffee. Getting up from his lounge chair, he purposefully strode across the floor to the kitchen in the quiet, empty house. He barely got to the Kuerig before a memory flashed before his eyes, and he remembered the moment he’d told Bast he’d loved her. Right there, in the kitchen, when he was in the middle of making them something.
“Goddesses are not easy to forget,” he said quietly to himself, and smiled ruefully. Bast and Ororo both were goddesses in their own right, and go figure he would have fallen in love with deities.
He started making the coffee, and while the machine growled and churned he waved a hand over his Wakandan bead bracelet. One of the opaque white beads glowed and his contact list came up. Scrolling through the holographic display of names, he found Tony Stark, and proceeded to dictate a text message. The mistake he had made in the dreams was always keeping things to himself too much, not letting others in to help him deal with issues. Perhaps he would change that today.