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legionworld2017-12-03 04:59 pm
short_changed) wrote in legionworld2017-12-03 04:59 pm
[Closed to Tucker] There's never enough time
Who| Connie and Tucker
What| Campfire heart to heart, maybe?
Where| Connie's Hab
When| After "After These Messages"
Warnings/Notes|
There's nothing like a few brushes with death to give you a little perspective. It feels like barely any time has passed but there have been quite a few changes. North had changed, like she'd seen happen with Grif months ago. Carolina came and went, leaving after her a familiar hole where a friend Connie could put her trust in again used to be. After the threateningly fun bullshit of her last mission, after everything else? She's tired.
With a bottle at her side, Connie builds up a fire in the pit outside her cottage, pulling a blanket around her shoulders as she settles in to watch the flames rise. Her hand lowers to the knife in her pocket, itching for something familiar and comforting to do but after a moment it settles on her omnicom. Flipping open the screen she stares at her contact list, feeling the weight of the missing names in there as she sends a message out.
"Hey, are you busy?"
What| Campfire heart to heart, maybe?
Where| Connie's Hab
When| After "After These Messages"
Warnings/Notes|
There's nothing like a few brushes with death to give you a little perspective. It feels like barely any time has passed but there have been quite a few changes. North had changed, like she'd seen happen with Grif months ago. Carolina came and went, leaving after her a familiar hole where a friend Connie could put her trust in again used to be. After the threateningly fun bullshit of her last mission, after everything else? She's tired.
With a bottle at her side, Connie builds up a fire in the pit outside her cottage, pulling a blanket around her shoulders as she settles in to watch the flames rise. Her hand lowers to the knife in her pocket, itching for something familiar and comforting to do but after a moment it settles on her omnicom. Flipping open the screen she stares at her contact list, feeling the weight of the missing names in there as she sends a message out.
"Hey, are you busy?"