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Rosita Espinosa ([personal profile] handleyourshit) wrote2032-07-22 01:58 am
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This is Rosita.  I'll hit you back when I can.
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[personal profile] loveisall 2024-10-04 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"It has been a very long time," he tells her. "Invasion of the Body Snatchers. 1956."
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[personal profile] loveisall 2024-10-04 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Isabel wanted to see it. She was - a friend and my second in command. I trusted her."

He laughs. "I enjoyed it."
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[personal profile] loveisall 2024-10-04 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"Time," he says, a bit solemn. "I had so much time stretching ahead of me and so much time behind. I was - sad. Numb. I didn't want to do anything because none of it mattered."
loveisall: (but I missed it)

[personal profile] loveisall 2024-10-04 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah, she might have. But she also started to take lovers and they were always much better date than me."

He loved Isabel for that. Loving humanity and humans far before he could.
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[personal profile] loveisall 2024-10-05 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
"I do," he answers with a nod. "But it doesn't seem as - daunting as it once did. It's not something that seems to drown me."
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[personal profile] loveisall 2024-10-05 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I allowed myself to think of the future as a thing of hope. I was able to escape my world."

Which he would never have wanted, but desperately needed.
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[personal profile] loveisall 2024-10-05 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
He turns to look at her in the darkness.

"That isn't fair," he says gently. "It was not boredom that brought me to such a low place. It was - the realization that I had done nothing with my years that brought anyone joy. That is no longer the case."
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[personal profile] loveisall 2024-10-05 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
He meets the unspoken apology with a small incline of his head. He knows what she means and he digs in a little to try and find out the reasoning.

"I know you do. Do you worry I will tire of Jesus? That I will - be somehow bored of him?"
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[personal profile] loveisall 2024-10-05 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"I know. But he - is good for me. He's such an embodiment of the goodness of humanity. A reminder of how things can be. He - i love him, Rosita. I worry about disappointing him every day,"

He watches the screen.
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[personal profile] loveisall 2024-10-05 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
He shakes his head at that. "No," he answers gently. "No, I haven't. I have loved so few people in my life, though."

But he's focused on her, the movie long forgotten.
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[personal profile] loveisall 2024-10-06 11:52 am (UTC)(link)
He nods. "You've been hurt far too often and far too harshly with people who love you and leave, or die, or simply stop caring because they can't use you any longer. You are - so genuine with your feelings, Rosita. That is admirable, but yes, it can lead to that sacrifice."

And if there was a better way to balance it, if she could take in the thoughts and intentions of people before they fuck her over, if that was something that could be done with an Admiral's wish, then he'd do it for her. Rosita has been so hurt, for so long, and it's such a uniquely human problem despite everything else that she's had to go through.

Godric empathizes with her so much, but especially now.
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[personal profile] loveisall 2024-10-06 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
If they're not talking about her, then he won't talk about her.

He nods again, taking what she says. "I don't want to hurt him and - I appreciate you telling me your worries about it. Jesus and I talk - a lot. We talk about our futures, about what we want, what we feel. I can sense his own hesitance in it sometimes. Like I know he wants something more, but holds himself back."
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[personal profile] sixfeetofdirt 2024-11-04 08:39 am (UTC)(link)

[The morning after their adventures in baking, a garland of fabric marigolds is left outside Rosita's cabin door. They're made of fabric offcuts, mostly silk, in a patchwork variety of dark colours.]