i'm like a bird, i only fly away

[decohere]

Who: Ava & OTA
When: End of December
Warnings: Village discussions likely

i. you're beautiful, that's for sure

Do Not Disturb.

The sign is posted outside their cabin door the day they return and remains through the end of the year, to discourage any well-meaning visitors from bringing any extra stress. She takes great care in securing an environment that Peter can feel safe to recover in, until he's ready to face anyone else.

(text if needed -ava)

ii. you'll never, ever fade

Though she doesn't leave the room much herself, she does occasionally convince herself of the need for fresh air, to walk off the anxiety around the sports deck. She isn't paying much attention to where she's going though, eyes fixed on the stars.

iii. you're lovely, but it's not for sure

She can be found sometimes at the cafe, staring into her cup of tea or preparing a platter to bring back to the room.

iv. that i won't ever change

Toward the end of the week she's got a large pile of dirty clothes she's sorting through in the laundry room, separating the lights (mostly hers) from the darks (mostly Peter's). She has a small pile of things she's pulling out of the pockets, after making the mistake of having washed her pens one time too many. She finds the number badge, and clutches tightly to it.

v. and though my love is rare

And in the middle of one afternoon she's completely passed out in a library armchair, too many late nights watching guard over her husband sleep catching up with her. Jurassic Park lays open on the floor by her feet.

vi. and though my love is true

wildcard me

Comments

[decrypter]

[she laughs and nods, coming to sit on the couch with more than enough room for Ava to sit next to her.]

Where should we start? You've given me so many options...

[decohere]

The champagne?

Oh, I forgot to bring cups...

[decrypter]

Oh, that doesn't matter. You're my friend, and I'm not sick, in case you're worried. Actually, I've never been sick here, now that I think about it.

[small blessings that the Captain never thought to care about the common cold, and that flu a while back skipped her completely.]

But I don't care if you don't.

[decohere]

Oh no, not worried about that.

Peter was such a grouchy baby when he was sick... it was cute. But he also would prefer not scooping me off the floor again. So we can take it easy.

Going to pop the cork now, okay? [gentle warning] One, two...

Three!

[decrypter]

[the sound of the cork gives her a little jolt, but she laughs immediately after. truly, a sound of celebration, and she claps for it.]

I know enough of drunkenness secondhand to be put off the idea for life. Easy is all I'll ever do with this.

[decohere]

[even anticipating the pop, Ava also glitches out in simultaneous jolt alongside Helena, managing to keep hold of the bottle and giggling with the clapping.]

Best approach. [it's usually only when she's hitting a low when she loses control over how much she indulges, and only results in her feeling worse.]

Here, birthday girl get the first sip! [offers the bottle out with a light tap of it against Helena's hand.]

[decrypter]

[taking the bottle, she's careful, head tilting a little as she hears the fizzing. it's as bubbly as new soda, so she knows she'll have to be careful with a sip. and for a single heartbeat, she feels the weight of two extra years as concretely as she feels the bottle in her hands. how marvelous, that she's been allowed to grow. that her mind stays moving forward. that she feels like she can breathe, be full of as many ideas as there are bubbles in this bottle.

she tilts the bottle to take a sip, and Ava will see her eyes widen when it hits her tongue. not a mouthful, that's too much, but enough to taste and understand.]

It's sweet and bitter at the same time...and so fizzy, it tastes like how sparkles are said to look.

[no wonder people love it for celebrations.]

[decohere]

It's fun, right? Some of the others taste awful, like something you clean with.

But I think this will pair well with the apples tartness.