Post by Sarah Watson on Jun 4, 2012 9:45:28 GMT -6
Sarah looked to Douglas with an utterly unconvinced look on her face, “Seriously? So he doesn’t mind things staying the same, wistfully pining after someone he likes when if he said something, did something about it, he might just end up blissfully happy and they’ll both live happily ever after?” she questioned with more than a little derision in her tone at the thought of people having that kind of fairy tale ending. Then, sobering as he talked of what it had been like when they were kids she had to concede, somewhat, on that point at least, “Alright… that much is true but it’s still a hell of a lot scarier than the Ministry like to officially admit. Voldemort wasn’t just one solitary nutter, there are others, there always will be men like him.”
“Nah, woman’s intuition,” she argued with a knowing look – Sarah’s ‘knowing look’ was also accompanied by a warning glance shot the other person’s way, as if daring them to defy her opinion. “I didn’t see anything wrong with keeping my boyfriend happy by fulfilling one of his geekier fantasies,” she commented simply about her dressing up as Princess Leia for Tom’s benefit more than anyone else’s, but she smiled all the same as it seemed to earn Douglas’ approval. “I…” she hesitated visibly at the possibility of going to Comic Con with him – it wasn’t that she didn’t want them to get back on track with their friendship, she missed him, but it was more that she was worried what other memories Comic Con might dredge up. Or it could be hell of a lot of fun, she thought. “Alright, you’ve won me over to the idea, Pearson. Besides, it’ll be nice to see what it’s like when I’m not constantly being gawped at because of that bikini outfit,” the blonde sniffed dryly.
She smiled tightly as he agreed that he missed Tom, “You’re not alone there,” she sighed softly before shaking her head, “Nah, you’ve got the lyrical stylings that I sadly lack. How about a more monologue style, mid-song, to mix it up a bit, shatter peoples’ expectations?” she suggested lightly. “I miss him in the morning, at breakfast, I still eat mixed Coco Pops and Rice Krispies because I know he used to love it. I miss him when I see anything vaguely sci-fi on TV because I know he would have loved it. I miss him when I get to work and I look over at the R&D bit of the department and see Drew, Marty, that whole lot, but not Tom. I miss him whenever I see you and he isn’t there beside you. I miss him every minute of every day, and nothing is ever going to change that. Time, the great healer, hasn’t quite kicked in yet Pearson,” she concluded with a sigh and she slumped down so her chin was resting in her hands, elbows on the top of the bar.
“Nah, woman’s intuition,” she argued with a knowing look – Sarah’s ‘knowing look’ was also accompanied by a warning glance shot the other person’s way, as if daring them to defy her opinion. “I didn’t see anything wrong with keeping my boyfriend happy by fulfilling one of his geekier fantasies,” she commented simply about her dressing up as Princess Leia for Tom’s benefit more than anyone else’s, but she smiled all the same as it seemed to earn Douglas’ approval. “I…” she hesitated visibly at the possibility of going to Comic Con with him – it wasn’t that she didn’t want them to get back on track with their friendship, she missed him, but it was more that she was worried what other memories Comic Con might dredge up. Or it could be hell of a lot of fun, she thought. “Alright, you’ve won me over to the idea, Pearson. Besides, it’ll be nice to see what it’s like when I’m not constantly being gawped at because of that bikini outfit,” the blonde sniffed dryly.
She smiled tightly as he agreed that he missed Tom, “You’re not alone there,” she sighed softly before shaking her head, “Nah, you’ve got the lyrical stylings that I sadly lack. How about a more monologue style, mid-song, to mix it up a bit, shatter peoples’ expectations?” she suggested lightly. “I miss him in the morning, at breakfast, I still eat mixed Coco Pops and Rice Krispies because I know he used to love it. I miss him when I see anything vaguely sci-fi on TV because I know he would have loved it. I miss him when I get to work and I look over at the R&D bit of the department and see Drew, Marty, that whole lot, but not Tom. I miss him whenever I see you and he isn’t there beside you. I miss him every minute of every day, and nothing is ever going to change that. Time, the great healer, hasn’t quite kicked in yet Pearson,” she concluded with a sigh and she slumped down so her chin was resting in her hands, elbows on the top of the bar.