June 29th. Nearly half eleven in the morning. The girls are away already, while Hamlet will spend his mistress's absence imposing on Marshall's good will. Television and radio are off. All of the windows are closed, and a few things locked with keys she's taking with her, what she's locked away left behind without second thought.

The apartment is ( Read more... )

It's been one of those days.

You know the kind, those days where you have a thousand and one things to do and not nearly enough time to do any of it. You prioritize, and it never quite works out right, and not at all how you planned. You're tired, your head hurts, you still have five hundred things you were supposed to get done today that'll have ( Read more... )

Love, Actually is one of those movies that you can watch a thousand times and not get tired of--well, most of it. There's that one particular storyline that she's never been a fan of, as wonderful as the wedding scene was. She can never quite put her finger on why, but nothing's perfect. Those scenes are usually what she takes advantage of to dash ( Read more... )

It's very easy to doubt when you spend half your time disagreeing with what amounts to yourself. Arguments go around in circles because he doesn't exist and it doesn't mean anything more than the knowledge she will always stand slightly apart from normality. She can scream herself hoarse (she has); at the end of the day he will think the same thing ( Read more... )

To: Nathan [...]
From: Elizabeth [...]
Subject: Packing.
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Did you say the villa has a pool?

Patient Name: Elizabeth Weir
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Word Count: 15
Patient's Partner: Nathan Scaevola (X-Men movieverse)

Jealousy, Elizabeth has found, is no simple thing. Feelings usually aren't -- it's easier to accept them for what they are and work around them than try to make the damn things make sense -- but this seems ridiculous.

There isn't any other woman -- on either side. And if Nathan's ever been particularly possessive of her, she doesn't think she's ( Read more... )

It would've been easier -- and cheaper -- to just have pinpointed straight to the villa. Having sent most of her luggage ahead of her that way made it even more of a logical move. It would've been practical. She had the resources to take advantage of; she should take advantage of them instead of making things needlessly more complicated.

Somehow, ( Read more... )

"You're such a goddamn child, Elizabeth--you have no concept of the real world outside your classroom."

Her hand is moving before she thinks it through, and her eyes are huge while he works his jaw, watching her. She thinks, totally absurdly, that she can see the resemblance now that Teyla's been teasing him about since she introduced the two of ( Read more... )

The simple answer is that she doesn't.

The simple answer is usually misleading.

A few years ago, Elizabeth had her whole life mapped out. She had an engagement ring (it needed to be resized, and there were always five other things she needed to get done, but she kept the box open on her vanity). She had a teaching job (it wasn't the same as doing, ( Read more... )

Elizabeth has always liked Nathan's ties.

She sits across his thighs now, ignoring hands in her hair and sliding down her back, ignoring the cares and concerns beyond the closed door, entirely focused on her current task. It's a very nice tie -- a deep oxblood -- and she's very carefully removing it, unknotting the silk with slim, purposeful ( Read more... )