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Dough flops onto a flat, floured surface and Tara kneads the sticky mass. The last 18 months have started fading a little. Not fading exactly. Tara's memory is perfect, but there is something about getting distance and new memories that's just as soothing as baking. With Corrine back, the world feels more...organized. Dinner can be made for someone - multiple someones again. She's sorely lacked that focus - that target.

But can it really be what it was?

The dough flops down hard on the parchment paper again.

Date: 2012-06-15 05:20 am (UTC)
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It's probably for the best. Corrine's having enough weirdness adjusting to the whole having been dead thing.

"The prophecy didn't lead me anywhere but confused. Add the angels to that list, too," she replies, eying up that omelet next. "It was you guys who led me here. And there. And back again. Anyway, enough about me. What's up, Doc? For, like, the past humongous amount of time I'm not thinking about?"

Date: 2012-06-16 08:35 am (UTC)
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"Congratulations! But while it all sounds fascinating, it also sounds incredibly hum-drum, and I know you."

Corrine gives Tara that 'please' look. "C'mon, this is me. I know a lot has happened with me-- dying and stuff and before that, too-- but I'm still me, Tara. You're still my best friend. And I'd really love it if folks stopped walking on eggshells around me already."

Date: 2012-06-17 06:38 am (UTC)
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"Let me get my scorecard-- both of them, I guess," Corrine jokes-- an old one between them.

She lowers her voice. "Seriously, though, between you and me? Travis is sweet, well-intentioned, and incredibly oblivious. He's like the brother I should've had-- but damned if I know how to staple him here or even get it across to him that we don't just need him, we like him. Is it any better?"

Date: 2012-06-17 07:45 am (UTC)
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"Well, saving your life is g-- wait, what?"

Did Corrine hear that right? Her hands fold in front of her chin as her head slouches down and her expression becomes a mix between sympathy and confusion. "So I'm guessing from your reaction you already know that would be a bad idea? At this juncture, I mean."

She throws her hands up defensively. "That isn't to say I'm not rooting for you guys-- I totally am! But, y'know, someone wise once told me that you kinda need to trust the person you're sleeping next to," she replies slyly. "You get a little more faith in yourself, and he develops a little better with it in others, and I'll be the first one pelting you guys with rice."

Date: 2012-06-17 07:43 pm (UTC)
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"Okay," Corrine responds simply, obviously unconvinced. She also didn't miss that there was no mention about Tara trusting herself. There's certain responses that beg one to keep their opinion to themselves, lest it fall on deaf (or unreasonably determined) ears. This conversation-- and any involving the Zukovs-- is one of them.

"So what now?"

Date: 2012-06-17 09:57 pm (UTC)
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Torrid relationship? Almost. Tara doesn't know how close that came, that night after Corrine had left the JSA. She'd called him, blindingly drunk, looking for hope or comfort or maybe to take it all back in one stupid action. Caleb always showed up whenever she called, and this time was no different, but he was smarter than she had the ability to be just then. He dumped her into bed, alone, made her breakfast in the morning, and then walked away from her for good, to the fortune of them both.

"Being dead I think did more there," she says with a smile. "But there's honestly no problems. You can stop worrying. We come back for each other-- that's what we do-- and now we're together again. That's all that matters in the end."

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