[ At some point, she's gotten accustomed to these visits from Asher — sudden, out of the blue, eager to share whatever new piece of information that's floated his way. Whether it's some cool trick he's learned, or the details of their new mission. The point is that more often times than not, they're sudden — unannounced, but welcome all the same.
This one's different, though.
His expression sets the worst of the alarm bells for her — her eyebrows immediately furrowing as her jaw tenses, easily wrapping her arms around his waist before she can really think about it. ] Asher—
[ She doesn't let go ( it doesn't seem like she should ), but ... her posture doesn't relax. ] What's wrong? Is everything alright?
[He doesn't want to leave just yet although he knows he should.
A year and a half is too long to be away from school what with finals just around the corner. Asher hardly remembers anything from his classes anymore and he's two years older than he was, and yet he will return and no time will have passed. Will his body have changed? He will remember everything that happened and everyone he met but won't be able to tell a soul. Even his friends from home are from different points in time, making it very likely that they will never see him as more than a pompous asshole.]
She pauses, for a moment. Maybe a second more, if he allows for it. Just to hold him close. Because Asher, while far from the first goodbye she's had to experience, isn't one she wasn't ever ready for ( but then, maybe she wasn't ready for any of them at all ). She squeezes her arms around him for a moment, before returning to a looser hold. Just because she — because he's shown that she can.
But she holds her ground. Tears are unbecoming for a time like this. ] That's good news, then. [ For him to return. She's not distancing herself away from him just yet, just ... speaking the facts. ] What troubles you?
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This one's different, though.
His expression sets the worst of the alarm bells for her — her eyebrows immediately furrowing as her jaw tenses, easily wrapping her arms around his waist before she can really think about it. ] Asher—
[ She doesn't let go ( it doesn't seem like she should ), but ... her posture doesn't relax. ] What's wrong? Is everything alright?
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A year and a half is too long to be away from school what with finals just around the corner. Asher hardly remembers anything from his classes anymore and he's two years older than he was, and yet he will return and no time will have passed. Will his body have changed? He will remember everything that happened and everyone he met but won't be able to tell a soul. Even his friends from home are from different points in time, making it very likely that they will never see him as more than a pompous asshole.]
I have to go home, but I-
[I will miss you.
Here is a face he will surely never see again.]
I'm scared.
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She pauses, for a moment. Maybe a second more, if he allows for it. Just to hold him close. Because Asher, while far from the first goodbye she's had to experience, isn't one she wasn't ever ready for ( but then, maybe she wasn't ready for any of them at all ). She squeezes her arms around him for a moment, before returning to a looser hold. Just because she — because he's shown that she can.
But she holds her ground. Tears are unbecoming for a time like this. ] That's good news, then. [ For him to return. She's not distancing herself away from him just yet, just ... speaking the facts. ] What troubles you?