Believe me, I wish I could blame the cupcakes, ( is all sara can say, a small smile that says bittersweet more than joy curving onto her lips.
this isn't something she knows how to deal with. time aberrations? she'll fight her ass off until things are set back to normal. keeping timelines in tact? a struggle to learn, still difficult to manage, but feasible. none of this is about time, though, for once in sara's life.
if sara told linda about eudio, let each part of it fall in a tipsy jumble past her lips, about sex shops and mimosas and holding hands and laying naked and tangled under sheets and laughing about it and all of the dumb boys they'd decided to have one night stands with — well, the world wouldn't stop spinning. universes wouldn't splinter. time wouldn't break.
but linda might think that sara's batshit crazy. or, probably worse, she might feel burdened by some nonexistent expectations on sara's part which — isn't a thing. she knows that this isn't the same linda as in eudio; hell, she's been through this shit more times than she'd ever care to admit. she's used to this disappointment, this feeling of wanting things to go back to how they were in another universe but knowing that it wouldn't be fair.
doesn't make it any less shitty. though practically ever fiber of her being screams at her to stay here, go further, enjoy all of these ridiculous sensations and this goddamn gorgeous girl, sara knows better. instead, she cups linda's jaw again, lays another one of those stupidly tender kisses against her mouth, and extricates herself from her spot on linda's lap. ) Call me some time, okay?
( and, just like that, sara's gone, drifting off to who the hell knows where. )
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this isn't something she knows how to deal with. time aberrations? she'll fight her ass off until things are set back to normal. keeping timelines in tact? a struggle to learn, still difficult to manage, but feasible. none of this is about time, though, for once in sara's life.
if sara told linda about eudio, let each part of it fall in a tipsy jumble past her lips, about sex shops and mimosas and holding hands and laying naked and tangled under sheets and laughing about it and all of the dumb boys they'd decided to have one night stands with — well, the world wouldn't stop spinning. universes wouldn't splinter. time wouldn't break.
but linda might think that sara's batshit crazy. or, probably worse, she might feel burdened by some nonexistent expectations on sara's part which — isn't a thing. she knows that this isn't the same linda as in eudio; hell, she's been through this shit more times than she'd ever care to admit. she's used to this disappointment, this feeling of wanting things to go back to how they were in another universe but knowing that it wouldn't be fair.
doesn't make it any less shitty. though practically ever fiber of her being screams at her to stay here, go further, enjoy all of these ridiculous sensations and this goddamn gorgeous girl, sara knows better. instead, she cups linda's jaw again, lays another one of those stupidly tender kisses against her mouth, and extricates herself from her spot on linda's lap. ) Call me some time, okay?
( and, just like that, sara's gone, drifting off to who the hell knows where. )