Kate's run for as long as she can remember. It always felt right, always gave her the chance to burn off the energy that seemed to course through her endlessly. When there's wind in her hair and scenery blurring in the corners of her eyes, there's no space to think about anything beyond where her foot will next hit, or the burn of muscle as she tires. It's easier to understand the physical, to listen to her body rather than her mind. Give herself over to the next step, the immediate future rather than the nebulous one.
But then, she hasn't had a goal for the future for so long. Just taken on Marc's. Worked one step at a time to keep him safe when their parents no longer could, because that's the kind of goal that doesn't just end. Not when these cities are giving her the chance to correct that selfish failure of a decision.
Step by step. First she gets through this night, even if she has to run all night to do it, then she gets her apartment sorted. Then.
Who knows.
A job, probably. That'll keep her busy. Make it easier to meet people. Just like Eudio. It's another chance, another slice of normal life - something she hasn't had for so long that it feels surreal. Wrong. Like that time Alicia tried to get her to walk in heels - suddenly throwing all the coordination she has out of balance. What does a person do with a normal life?
But then there's a familiar voice and a reason to stop even if he doesn't try to make her, swallowing saltwater air and stretching out her legs reflexively before walking over. Never skip a warm down, not if you want your legs to keep functioning. )
-- Hey.
( So cool. Such very cool people here, with Kate pushing hair that's sticking to her face away and feeling the burn of trying to run on sand rather than concrete. )
i wanna have sex on the bea- wait what no one said anything
Kate's run for as long as she can remember. It always felt right, always gave her the chance to burn off the energy that seemed to course through her endlessly. When there's wind in her hair and scenery blurring in the corners of her eyes, there's no space to think about anything beyond where her foot will next hit, or the burn of muscle as she tires. It's easier to understand the physical, to listen to her body rather than her mind. Give herself over to the next step, the immediate future rather than the nebulous one.
But then, she hasn't had a goal for the future for so long. Just taken on Marc's. Worked one step at a time to keep him safe when their parents no longer could, because that's the kind of goal that doesn't just end. Not when these cities are giving her the chance to correct that selfish failure of a decision.
Step by step. First she gets through this night, even if she has to run all night to do it, then she gets her apartment sorted. Then.
Who knows.
A job, probably. That'll keep her busy. Make it easier to meet people. Just like Eudio. It's another chance, another slice of normal life - something she hasn't had for so long that it feels surreal. Wrong. Like that time Alicia tried to get her to walk in heels - suddenly throwing all the coordination she has out of balance. What does a person do with a normal life?
But then there's a familiar voice and a reason to stop even if he doesn't try to make her, swallowing saltwater air and stretching out her legs reflexively before walking over. Never skip a warm down, not if you want your legs to keep functioning. )
-- Hey.
( So cool. Such very cool people here, with Kate pushing hair that's sticking to her face away and feeling the burn of trying to run on sand rather than concrete. )
What're you doing here?