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sirenspull_logs2012-04-18 01:46 am
showbizpanache) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-04-18 01:46 am
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You're the first one when things turn out bad.
Who: Hummelberry
When: Earlier in the day.
Where: Their apartment!
Summary: Rachel works with a mopey Kurt.
Warnings: INTENSE FRIENDSHIP.
It had been a few weeks since Kurt had lost his memories, and over that span of time he'd come to accept many uncomfortable truths--aside from, of course, the fact that someone had manipulated his memories and no one knew how or why. For one, he couldn't be with his boyfriend for reasons he couldn't remember or understand, and the knowledge that the box was still there in the closet never left his mind. That aside, there was the fact that his friends from home seemed so different. There was a layer to Finn that he didn't quite understand, something deeply sad and lost, and he felt like he didn't even have the right to ask what it was. I should know these things, he kept telling himself, and just fell further and further into what he referred to as existential melancholia.
Really, it was getting difficult to get out of bed on a regular basis, and he was thankful he had Rachel to help with that. She was as boundless and energetic as ever, though he couldn't help but think What don't I know about her, either? Still, he knew he couldn't fight through all of this alone, and who better than his Elphaba to help him?
He was in the living room, preparing the table with manicure and pedicure supplies as he waited for Rachel to come home with takeout for dinner. It was an ideal way to spend a boring evening, and there was nothing unusual or memory-bending about it.
When: Earlier in the day.
Where: Their apartment!
Summary: Rachel works with a mopey Kurt.
Warnings: INTENSE FRIENDSHIP.
It had been a few weeks since Kurt had lost his memories, and over that span of time he'd come to accept many uncomfortable truths--aside from, of course, the fact that someone had manipulated his memories and no one knew how or why. For one, he couldn't be with his boyfriend for reasons he couldn't remember or understand, and the knowledge that the box was still there in the closet never left his mind. That aside, there was the fact that his friends from home seemed so different. There was a layer to Finn that he didn't quite understand, something deeply sad and lost, and he felt like he didn't even have the right to ask what it was. I should know these things, he kept telling himself, and just fell further and further into what he referred to as existential melancholia.
Really, it was getting difficult to get out of bed on a regular basis, and he was thankful he had Rachel to help with that. She was as boundless and energetic as ever, though he couldn't help but think What don't I know about her, either? Still, he knew he couldn't fight through all of this alone, and who better than his Elphaba to help him?
He was in the living room, preparing the table with manicure and pedicure supplies as he waited for Rachel to come home with takeout for dinner. It was an ideal way to spend a boring evening, and there was nothing unusual or memory-bending about it.