[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_xp]

[it is definitely working, even pulling back a little to comment on it]

I really like that you ditched the leaves.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Thanks. I like it too.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[running her fingers through in approval]

I didn't notice how long it was getting.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I haven't really gotten it cut in the last couple years. It should really be longer, but camp, I guess.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Yeah, camp's weird about that. ...I should probably trim mine soon.

[brushes back her hair but keeps her eyes fixed on your face, with that careful paying close attention to you kind of gaze]

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[smiling, a bit teasingly but affectionate]

Do I get a vote on that? Because I'd vote no...

[the_ex_in_xp]

You get to floor to get me to reconsider, but why not?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Because you look really beautiful with your hair long? It's pretty straightforward.

[the_ex_in_xp]

Except when it gets wavy and messy. Less beautiful or straightforward.

...you really like it longer?

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I really like it longer.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[tilts her head consideringly]

Okay, you've convinced me.

At least until it gets annoying to manage.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I'll count that as a victory.

[the_ex_in_xp]

That probably won't happen until shoulder blades, at least. You've got plenty of time to bask in that victory.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[leaning in and kissing for a brief moment before pulling back a little bit once more]

I'm planning on it.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[smiling almost bashfully, trying to sound light but there's a little sadness creeping in the tone]

Good. Since I'm not up for cutting it all off anytime soon.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[trying to suppress a frown at the tone]

That makes two of us.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[no, stop that, I'm close enough to notice those things :\

trying to smile and rest her forehead against yours, putting weight on her arms to explain this here being together is good, it's the part where it might not have happened was the sad part]

...I really don't know what I would've done if it wasn't an October thing.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

Neither do I. And I'm happy that neither of us have to find out.

I mean, I'm going to be pissed at myself for that whole thing for a while...

[the_ex_in_xp]

[nods, but you can tell she's still thinking about it]

It's not your fault, Rox.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

See, logically speaking I get that. But logic isn't really winning the battle.

[the_ex_in_xp]

You didn't hurt anyone, so don't beat yourself up...

[the_ex_in_excessive]

I hurt you. That's... I promised myself I'd never make you feel like... how I think you felt that time.

[the_ex_in_xp]

...I kinda meant in the physical way. Like with punching.

[the_ex_in_excessive]

[... sighing a little]

I know, hon, I know.

[the_ex_in_xp]

[quiet for a moment, like she's debating to be serious or let it go, before cupping your face in her hands]

You'll never hurt me the way...you were hurt. You don't have to promise yourself that.