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week 13
[ What do you do when the boy you have pretty clear feelings for is hurt and in her opinion, vulnerable? They came together out of annoyance and Mistakes, but - look, it's clear Elizabeth cares... She can't hide it, even if they tried. Maybe she's naive, maybe she feels too strongly too soon but she's from 1912 - do you blame her? She made friends here - connections that she romanticizes... some more valid than other. Liz was not without her own problematic behavior.
Jason didn't deserve this. No one did. There was only one thing to do this far: keep moving forward. But... they're allowed to mourn and grieve. Elizabeth takes a few hours after their last little meeting with the group to message Jason privately. ]
Jason? Are you feeling any better?
You better have changed your bandage after all of that defensiveness.
Jason didn't deserve this. No one did. There was only one thing to do this far: keep moving forward. But... they're allowed to mourn and grieve. Elizabeth takes a few hours after their last little meeting with the group to message Jason privately. ]
Jason? Are you feeling any better?
You better have changed your bandage after all of that defensiveness.
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... I don't know, maybe that's why I was locked up? Comstock was a hell of a public figure... I hadn't considered why he wanted to keep me... Never mind.
Kind or not, it didn't get me anywhere. I don't think it's selfish to want to use my power to visit my friends if we return back.
To visit you.
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If visiting all us boring folks is what you want to do with infinite power, then who I am to say no? Maybe you'll get to build a chart of what world has the best version of Paris. Live your dream.
[A pause, as he types. And then...]
Why, Miss Elizabeth, I do declare... Your insistence on visiting me is making me think you might have a crush. How scandalous.
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...Maybe. Maybe I will. I never had the chance to. If in some odd cosmic way of being alive at the end of this, anyway. Or maybe there's an Elizabeth in each of your worlds and fate could allow us to cross paths. Wouldn't that be nice?
[ There's a hesitance when Jason is so mean in his teasing way. She doesn't reply, the flush of pink on her cheeks too hot and the sudden tightness in her chest makes this communication bittersweet. She thinks of his warmth - holding his hand and talking so idly about things that helped them forget what was going on.
...It was a nice companionship, she feels. ]
If that's what you want to call it, who am I to stop you?
[ If there was a tone in text, it would match Jason's moments ago about visitation. ]
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Nice, sure. Realistic? Probably not. Maybe some of the other guys will get their very own, Elizabeth 2.0. But if there's one in my world, I doubt we'll cross paths. Get the feeling we won't thread in the same social circles, you know? Guess that makes you and I exclusive.
[Ah. Please don't use the world "exclusive" in this context, Jason. He doesn't even realize the possible meaning of the word until... later. Yikes.]
I see. So you're giving me permission to say you totally have a big, fat crush on me.
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[ Or if, you know, she's revived. ]
Don't... don't say that like she's some mass produced bottle of Vigor! ...
[ Oh, yeah, exclusive definitely has some context that makes her feel... well, nice? It's a funny feeling - a flutter of her chest in excitement. ]
Since when did you ever listen to me? If I protest, you'll do it any way.
... And what about you, Mister Todd? Would I presumably be alone in this feeling - if you know, I was to have it?
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Wow. Now that's libel. I am nothing but a gentleman.
[He's joking, but then she asks him about ~feelings~ and he's faltering. There's... something. Definitely. It's very gross and he wouldn't call it love or anything like that by any means, but — ugh. Fuck you, Elizabeth.]
IF this hypothetical feeling was reciprocated, that would make this whole shindig one hell of a sci-fi soap opera, wouldn't it? It'd get cancelled before the first season is done.
[... That's not an answer and he knows it.]
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...Either that or I won't meet him until I'm 70 and far too old.
[ It's a sad thought, that is.
She doesn't really know what he's thinking.
That was the problem, wasn't it? Jason wore many masks - and he wore them well. She knew there was a reason he checked on her, so feverously tried to get her to spend the night with him on Thursday evenings. Elizabeth's not sure what she feels - if she was asked, she'd think it was foolish to consider it love. It's strong, whatever it is.
And fuck you, Jason, give her this. ]
Maybe you should be more transparent before we never see each other again. You wouldn't want to go to your nearest library and try to find me in a history book just to see my face again, would you?
That would be a pity.
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[... Implying his alt-universe self would go for a 70-year-old... friend? Companion? Girlfriend? Whatever. He's not going to try and define whatever the hell this is. It's just a thing.
That said—
...
It takes him a while to respond. Normally, he would make a joke. Tell her he would look for her in the museums, if anywhere, propped up among all the fossils. But. Cot dammit, Elizabeth.]
What do you want me to say, then? That I'll miss you? That I'm glad you didn't die as soon as you could have? Kind of sappy, don't you think?
[And, uh. True.]
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[ Defining it in a place where they really... kind of let emotions and things happen wasn't right. Elizabeth was from a different time where the only other person she's ever met on a positive note knew her for days at most. Fate? She preaches it, but won't really comment on it now. ]
I'm not making this into a chorish endeavour, I've pulled enough teeth to get you to take care of yourself better, don't you think?
I want you to say what you want - no matter how eloquent or short as it may be.
[ She reads between the lines and smiles a bit, she knows what he means. ]