OPEN | prompt two | LOVE

[wrens]

prompt two | L O V E And what you can never know from the beginning is how hard or how long you'll love something; how even when it is gone the love will chase you down, loping like dark flame through your blood. — Some lies are love. — Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fishbodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made.

 

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[wiretap]

[ She's in the shower when he leaves the note — one of the few instances during which Aberdeen can be safely found away from her laptop. She's toweling her hair dry when she finds it; he's in the kitchen, waiting for her patiently and attempting to make coffee in the meantime (it'd been a late night for the both of them and, same as always, Aberdeen had been loathe to sleep). When Aberdeen comes to find him a few moments later, she's still naked and her skin is still damp from her shower.

Her barefeet leave wet footprints on the linoleum floor as she approaches, her towel still held loosely in one hand (it never occurs to her to cover herself up in the process). ]

A walk.

[ Aberdeen's voice is low and cautious, though somehow still flat in its delivery. ]

[telephones]

[ He had thought about writing the note for a few days but there was never enough time and she was never away from her laptop for him to have enough time to do it. He's in the kitchen waiting for her, knowing fully well that she may come and talk to him while she was distinctly undressed. Making coffee is simple, and a distraction. If he makes it for long enough, he'll gather up all the courage to not back out from this.

He turns around slowly and nods as his eyes take in the her wet hair and her damp skin. If he admits to himself, some days, he thinks this might be the best look on her. Very nearly stripped bare, but not quite, because Aberdeen is never like that. Hallah is never like that. ]

A walk. Preferably once you have clothes on.

[ Dundee's answer is simple and to the point before he turns back to the coffee. ]

Do you have a problem with that?