[backdated to November 1st]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[It's no longer October! Which means an end to boggarts, an end to sudden massive stomach wounds, aaaaaaaaaand an end to mind-altering status effects. That last one is important, because it meant that after laying waste to Poison Ivy's lab equipment in a fit of pure rage Roxie Richter spent the day mostly keeping to herself, listening to a lot of sorrowful country music, and vowing to never ever wear leaves again.

Oh, also, she sent an e-mail;

Ramona,

Please come to the same clearing where we talked that first time after stupid shit happened tonight. I swear to god this isn't another dumb thing and you'll actually like it this time.

... I really really really hope this isn't another dumb thing and you'll actually like it. Just give it a chance, okay? I am not going to talk about the beauty of nature or anything stupid like that, I swear.

~ Rox

And indeed, once night hits she's there, at that clearing with a large bag in tow, having started up a decent bonfire while she waits for her girlfriend to (hopefully??) show up.]

Comments

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Yeah. But I want to do other stuff too. Maybe there'll be decent beach weather when we go.

[the_ex_in_xp]

January at the Atlantic, probably not. But that's never stopped me from wearing a bikini before.

...okay, yeah. That sounds nice.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[shrugs]

It wasn't January when I went home to New York last time. It was like... a couple weeks after the whole dying thing?

[the_ex_in_xp]

[looks away]

It was later for me. Past October, but I don't really know what's been going on.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[stroking the back of your hand with her thumb reassuringly]

Maybe we can pick a time.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Maybe.


It's just weird to think about. Everything's so different from last year. I'm different...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I know. I am too.

But... I think I'm different in a good way? So it's okay.

[the_ex_in_xp]

I can never tell until after, when it's too late...

[looks lost in thought before turning back, like she's remembering someone's holding her hand and anchoring her there]

I like the different version of you too.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

... thanks. I appreciate that.

[the_ex_in_xp]

I appreciate it too.

[reaches up with her other hand to touch your cheek and brush back some hair]

I'm glad you're okay. And we didn't have some Avatar II fight thing...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[smiling and closing her eyes at that]

I'm glad too. We've had enough stupid fights.

[the_ex_in_xp]

We're always going to have stupid fights, we're us. But I'd rather fight with you about stuff that I know matters to you than whatever camp's trying to dick us over about.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[pulling you into a hug]

Well put...

[the_ex_in_xp]

[still that moment of tenseness and withholding, but hugging back and not letting go anytime soon because 1. lack of real contact in weeks and 2. might be trying not to make a face of FEELINGS and sad eyes]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[that's cool, we can be here as long as you want ♥]

I'm here, okay? And I promise I'm not going to go away like that again.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[part of her wants to say no you can't promise that but instead keeps her grip even as she pulls back a little to look at Roxie's face in the half-light]

I know. And there's tequila and a bonfire and nature when I stop resenting it...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Yeah. Maybe we'll put off picnics for the spring...

[the_ex_in_xp]

I'll get over it by then. I'm resilient like that.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I know you are.

[leaning in and kissing you on the cheek]

[the_ex_in_xp]

[turning a bit, like she's debating about furthering the kiss or if she's even emotionally ready for that]

Besides, it's more scenic that way. Less potential for snow or poisonous mistletoe in the food...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[pulling back, then]

Spring really is the least shitty season here, isn't it? I didn't really realize it until now.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[it was indecisive hovering okay :\]

April's been pretty nice as far as months not fucking everything over goes.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

March is okay too unless I'm forgetting something.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Um. Last year when I might have neglected to tell you about Scott's existence and that whole argument thing happened with you both in dresses and trying to kick him in the head.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

That's not a camp thing.