fic: when he kisses her goodbye
I actually wrote this short piece two weeks ago, just after Barney visited Robin in Argentina. I had something like closure in mind, and in light of the general agreement that it's time for the LJ/MSN aspect of the roleplay to come to a close, I decided to post it at last.
As I mentioned before, I'll still be playing Robin on Facebook... hope to see you there. :)
432 words
When he kisses her goodbye, she closes her eyes and wonders when the next time he kisses her will be.
There’s a glinting of sunlight off a large window in the airport terminal, and it’s nearly blinding from this angle. The edges of his hair are golden, his face darkened in shadow, and she realizes that even with all they’ve been through, all she should know of him by now, she still doesn’t know what he’s thinking. It’s almost better that way. Her lips graze his mysterious little smile, and she feels the final moments like a clock ticking in her chest.
The last part of him she touches is the tip of his right index finger, which slides along her palm as they separate. When she walks back outside, she can almost still feel it there, and when she’s in a cab winding through downtown Buenos Aires, she touches her palm and looks out the window.
She remembers she needs to pick up some new sunglasses.
And there are those papers sitting on her desk at her apartment that still need to be signed and taken to Human Resources at work.
The light on her Blackberry is blinking, hopefully a message from one of the women’s shelters where she’s scheduled to do interviews on Friday.
When she pays the driver in the Argentine money she’s still getting used to, she remembers that she needs to save a little cash this week so she can send Lily and Marshall that amazing carved rocking chair she saw in a little furniture shop near the river last week. And when she walks into her apartment, she slips on some leftover sand from a past beach outing and has the sudden urge to call Ted and ask for advice on how to get her roommate to clean, since Miguel’s even worse than she ever was back in New York.
And when she lies down on her bed and looks out the big picture window at jets taking off in the distance, she touches that spot on her palm and thinks about when he’ll kiss her again, because she knows it probably won’t be anytime soon, neither of them know how to handle all that right now, and she’s got something of a life here that she wants to see through at least for another day, maybe a month, maybe a year, but she knows- the way she knows that New York holds a part of her that she’s never going to get back, even if she wanted to- that she’ll kiss Barney Stinson again, someday.
As I mentioned before, I'll still be playing Robin on Facebook... hope to see you there. :)
432 words
When he kisses her goodbye, she closes her eyes and wonders when the next time he kisses her will be.
There’s a glinting of sunlight off a large window in the airport terminal, and it’s nearly blinding from this angle. The edges of his hair are golden, his face darkened in shadow, and she realizes that even with all they’ve been through, all she should know of him by now, she still doesn’t know what he’s thinking. It’s almost better that way. Her lips graze his mysterious little smile, and she feels the final moments like a clock ticking in her chest.
The last part of him she touches is the tip of his right index finger, which slides along her palm as they separate. When she walks back outside, she can almost still feel it there, and when she’s in a cab winding through downtown Buenos Aires, she touches her palm and looks out the window.
She remembers she needs to pick up some new sunglasses.
And there are those papers sitting on her desk at her apartment that still need to be signed and taken to Human Resources at work.
The light on her Blackberry is blinking, hopefully a message from one of the women’s shelters where she’s scheduled to do interviews on Friday.
When she pays the driver in the Argentine money she’s still getting used to, she remembers that she needs to save a little cash this week so she can send Lily and Marshall that amazing carved rocking chair she saw in a little furniture shop near the river last week. And when she walks into her apartment, she slips on some leftover sand from a past beach outing and has the sudden urge to call Ted and ask for advice on how to get her roommate to clean, since Miguel’s even worse than she ever was back in New York.
And when she lies down on her bed and looks out the big picture window at jets taking off in the distance, she touches that spot on her palm and thinks about when he’ll kiss her again, because she knows it probably won’t be anytime soon, neither of them know how to handle all that right now, and she’s got something of a life here that she wants to see through at least for another day, maybe a month, maybe a year, but she knows- the way she knows that New York holds a part of her that she’s never going to get back, even if she wanted to- that she’ll kiss Barney Stinson again, someday.