no way, no way, you know it's not a secret
Characters: Bastet (felinemystique) and Range (wartimenovelty)
Date/Time: BACKDATED to Friday, September 11, afternoon
Location: Range's place, Section 3
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Range and Bastet have a talk that's been long in coming.
She'd have rather done this somewhere neutral. But with his eyesight more impaired than usual, Range had been sticking close to home, so they'd have to talk there. Now that Setsuna had waxed poetic about her and Range's former relationship, Bastet was unwilling to put this talk off any longer.
At least being in Range's house, it would make it easier to just leave if she felt the need. She would take what advantages she could; Range held the upper hand, whether he knew or even cared. She was the one more emotionally involved, the whole situation meant more to her than it did to him. In addition to it just plain hurting, she was honest enough to admit that it rankled her vanity more than a bit.
She didn't know how this would go. She couldn't read him as reliably as before; they'd been apart longer than they'd been together.
If I had any sense--or luck--I'd just stop caring.
Bastet approached Range's door, giving a few firm knocks. She wasn't looking forward to their talk.
Work was fine. Sure, I'll have a glass of milk. By the way, you used to be in love with me.
How do you have that conversation with someone?
Date/Time: BACKDATED to Friday, September 11, afternoon
Location: Range's place, Section 3
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Range and Bastet have a talk that's been long in coming.
She'd have rather done this somewhere neutral. But with his eyesight more impaired than usual, Range had been sticking close to home, so they'd have to talk there. Now that Setsuna had waxed poetic about her and Range's former relationship, Bastet was unwilling to put this talk off any longer.
At least being in Range's house, it would make it easier to just leave if she felt the need. She would take what advantages she could; Range held the upper hand, whether he knew or even cared. She was the one more emotionally involved, the whole situation meant more to her than it did to him. In addition to it just plain hurting, she was honest enough to admit that it rankled her vanity more than a bit.
She didn't know how this would go. She couldn't read him as reliably as before; they'd been apart longer than they'd been together.
If I had any sense--or luck--I'd just stop caring.
Bastet approached Range's door, giving a few firm knocks. She wasn't looking forward to their talk.
Work was fine. Sure, I'll have a glass of milk. By the way, you used to be in love with me.
How do you have that conversation with someone?