Life is only as good as the moment you're in; that was the lesson the virus taught everyone on the planet, those who survived and those who didn't. Learning it is part of what drove everyone so feral, so ready to turn on one another, and Rosita isn't an exception. Just the lesson she learned was slightly different, or maybe just how she shouldered it.
It's not a good way to live, is the thing. It's a tool in the belt, but it can't be the only one, she can't make decisions based on what's necessary in the immediate present alone. But she can make some decisions based on exactly that. Tomorrow, maybe this will hurt again - or the day after, or the one after that.
Today, she smiles, relieved and young; today she eases up to slide herself into the space between Carver and the arm of the couch, leaving the other side open to Dulcinea. It leaves her wedged in close, leaves them touching from shoulder to knee at a minimum at any given moment, but she's slender and they're comfortable together. It changes how they're tangled together but it also lets her set her forehead to his, fingers carding over and over through his hair, murmuring, "Good," before she's kissing him again, light and sweet.
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Date: 2023-09-30 02:58 pm (UTC)From:It's not a good way to live, is the thing. It's a tool in the belt, but it can't be the only one, she can't make decisions based on what's necessary in the immediate present alone. But she can make some decisions based on exactly that. Tomorrow, maybe this will hurt again - or the day after, or the one after that.
Today, she smiles, relieved and young; today she eases up to slide herself into the space between Carver and the arm of the couch, leaving the other side open to Dulcinea. It leaves her wedged in close, leaves them touching from shoulder to knee at a minimum at any given moment, but she's slender and they're comfortable together. It changes how they're tangled together but it also lets her set her forehead to his, fingers carding over and over through his hair, murmuring, "Good," before she's kissing him again, light and sweet.