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Bonny likes the new place, over at New Atlantis, or what would be New Atlantis if the island weren't a dust-covered bitch during the day and a witch's tit at night. Kate's not so sure. Last night Kate packed up the stuff of Declan's she's keeping (if it turns back into what it was before) and moved it to the new place, then went back to stay the night.
It'd been days since she as much as teared up, but she cried half the night. Missing him. Not because there's no one else out there for her and her heart's ripped from her chest like Will would be if Magnus left, or Finnick and Annie, but because he was home. She loved him, loves him, will probably always love him, and what she told told Danny at Mardi Gras still feels true. If he was here, she'd still be thinking plus one forever. But for him, it's best he's gone. He didn't want to marry her, have kids with her (not that she wants that, no matter what two alternate universes have to say about it), but some part of him wants that, she thinks. Maybe at home he'll find his Garris or maybe he'll find her and convince her. He always said he would. Find her. Ask her out. Love her. She doesn't know what to hope for that other version of herself. For some version of him that remember them on the island.
The next night she leaves Bonny at the new place with Dr. J. to keep an eye on her, and hikes back out to her place with a couple of bottles of booze and a note in one particular inbox. There's being real - no lies, no bullshit, no secrets - which is a note in a different box, or different set of boxes, only one maybe with sex involved. Then there's being raw - no lies, no bullshits, no secrets, not giving a shit because it's not about that anyway. It's filthy, dirty, friendly, sex for sex sake. It's been awhile, and who knows if Aidan's ready to climb back on her, but she kinda figures maybe. It might be time.
And just in case in he's not in the place for it, there's another note, this one for Phoebe. Clear as clear can be: If the cabin's rocking, don't bother knocking. Just come on in. The if it's not, well, Kate figures that's pretty obvious. She and Phoebe have been talking around getting naked since before Declan left. Not like Aidan's going to mind the extra company and if it's just her and Barbie, that's okay too.
Kate knows one thing. Before this night is through, I wanna do real bad things to you. But she'll settle for sharing the booze.
It'd been days since she as much as teared up, but she cried half the night. Missing him. Not because there's no one else out there for her and her heart's ripped from her chest like Will would be if Magnus left, or Finnick and Annie, but because he was home. She loved him, loves him, will probably always love him, and what she told told Danny at Mardi Gras still feels true. If he was here, she'd still be thinking plus one forever. But for him, it's best he's gone. He didn't want to marry her, have kids with her (not that she wants that, no matter what two alternate universes have to say about it), but some part of him wants that, she thinks. Maybe at home he'll find his Garris or maybe he'll find her and convince her. He always said he would. Find her. Ask her out. Love her. She doesn't know what to hope for that other version of herself. For some version of him that remember them on the island.
The next night she leaves Bonny at the new place with Dr. J. to keep an eye on her, and hikes back out to her place with a couple of bottles of booze and a note in one particular inbox. There's being real - no lies, no bullshit, no secrets - which is a note in a different box, or different set of boxes, only one maybe with sex involved. Then there's being raw - no lies, no bullshits, no secrets, not giving a shit because it's not about that anyway. It's filthy, dirty, friendly, sex for sex sake. It's been awhile, and who knows if Aidan's ready to climb back on her, but she kinda figures maybe. It might be time.
And just in case in he's not in the place for it, there's another note, this one for Phoebe. Clear as clear can be: If the cabin's rocking, don't bother knocking. Just come on in. The if it's not, well, Kate figures that's pretty obvious. She and Phoebe have been talking around getting naked since before Declan left. Not like Aidan's going to mind the extra company and if it's just her and Barbie, that's okay too.
Kate knows one thing. Before this night is through, I wanna do real bad things to you. But she'll settle for sharing the booze.
