Kate Gregson (
vanillajello) wrote2012-07-30 12:54 am
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From the School to the Arms Hotel, Sunday Evening
One moment, Kate was standing in the school with a knife in her hand, practically wishing the last few Loyalists would come at her so she could hurt some more people, like that'd help her.
The next, the knife was gone and it was a very different Kate standing in that exact same spot.
And then she was off and running, scrambling her way out of the school and out the gates and making some kind of a personal record with the way she ran through town to the hotel. They'd had a hotel room, see, her and Bod, before this whole thing had started. And he had to be there. He had to be there.
She ended up repeatedly slamming her fist against the hotel room door once she got there. "Bod? Bod!"
[ooc: Just for the guy about to get cried on!]
The next, the knife was gone and it was a very different Kate standing in that exact same spot.
And then she was off and running, scrambling her way out of the school and out the gates and making some kind of a personal record with the way she ran through town to the hotel. They'd had a hotel room, see, her and Bod, before this whole thing had started. And he had to be there. He had to be there.
She ended up repeatedly slamming her fist against the hotel room door once she got there. "Bod? Bod!"
[ooc: Just for the guy about to get cried on!]
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And when she did, she also reached out to take his hand because she needed to.
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"Yeah, we'll be back, like... Tomorrow. Okay. Yeah. Love yooou, bye." She hung up before he could be more weirded out at her. "Oh thank Christ, he just thought it was some random Fandom thing."
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"Good," he said, nodding. "Did you want to eat anything? Would you like to sit down with me?"
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And there was that bit where she'd spent the last two days holding down the fort at the school, barely eating or sleeping.
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Even if saying that came with a sideorder of chewing on her lip again as memories came back sharper.
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She hoped she never would be, either.
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"Good," she murmured. "You're not allowed to leave me anymore."
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She'd rather stay away from that feeling, yeah.
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"I love you," she muttered.
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She honestly didn't know, with the way she was feeling. But she thought she might try. The thought seemed appealing.
He wasn't going to be allowed to leave her side, though.
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He'd gotten distracted with comforting her and forgotten about food.
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