I'm Not a Saint (Evony) - [M for references]
Feb 11, 2014 21:16:54 GMT -5
Post by Kimmy Abernathy on Feb 11, 2014 21:16:54 GMT -5
Dated back to Friday, January 24, 2014
Kimmy's hands fidgeted uncharacteristically as ze waited for zir friend. Ze had tried to work on homework while ze waited for the Blue Bird's arrival, but the papers sat scattered (or, at least, what passed for 'scattered' in the organized girl's room) on zir desk in front of zir sewing machine. Ze wasn't usually anywhere this nervous when spending time with zir long-time friend, but ze knew that Evony had been in an emotionally fragile place lately - and that ze had directly contributed to that. Sure enough, word had gotten around enough of what had happened, and in the wake of everything the two of them had ended up keeping a safe distance while everything cooled down and smoothed over. Lately, though, Kimmy thought ze detected a change in the girl - more emotional turmoil, a bit of loneliness - and thought that ze could provide her with a calming presence and help her calm down and figure things out if she wanted to.
Kimmy really, really hoped she was making the right call. This was a hard line to walk, and she could never forgive herself if she did anything - well, anything more - to hurt the Blue Bird, no matter how inadvertent or insignificant.
However, ze had to admit that not all of zir motives were selfless. Ze also really, really missed zir friend and ached to see her again. Ze just hoped that she wanted to see zir as much as ze wanted to see her.
Figuring she might as well do something useful with her nervous energy, Kimmy finally stopped fidgeting and got up to organize the papers around her desk. She didn't have a specific idea of what to do for her belated 18th birthday celebration, though she had some ideas of places she wanted to see around Pilot Ridge and just outside of it. She had wanted to keep plans versatile depending on what she detected in Evy's needs and emotional state. She didn't want to do anything to stress the girl - just spend time with her, have fun, and reconnect after everything that had happened.
Kimmy's hands fidgeted uncharacteristically as ze waited for zir friend. Ze had tried to work on homework while ze waited for the Blue Bird's arrival, but the papers sat scattered (or, at least, what passed for 'scattered' in the organized girl's room) on zir desk in front of zir sewing machine. Ze wasn't usually anywhere this nervous when spending time with zir long-time friend, but ze knew that Evony had been in an emotionally fragile place lately - and that ze had directly contributed to that. Sure enough, word had gotten around enough of what had happened, and in the wake of everything the two of them had ended up keeping a safe distance while everything cooled down and smoothed over. Lately, though, Kimmy thought ze detected a change in the girl - more emotional turmoil, a bit of loneliness - and thought that ze could provide her with a calming presence and help her calm down and figure things out if she wanted to.
Kimmy really, really hoped she was making the right call. This was a hard line to walk, and she could never forgive herself if she did anything - well, anything more - to hurt the Blue Bird, no matter how inadvertent or insignificant.
However, ze had to admit that not all of zir motives were selfless. Ze also really, really missed zir friend and ached to see her again. Ze just hoped that she wanted to see zir as much as ze wanted to see her.
Figuring she might as well do something useful with her nervous energy, Kimmy finally stopped fidgeting and got up to organize the papers around her desk. She didn't have a specific idea of what to do for her belated 18th birthday celebration, though she had some ideas of places she wanted to see around Pilot Ridge and just outside of it. She had wanted to keep plans versatile depending on what she detected in Evy's needs and emotional state. She didn't want to do anything to stress the girl - just spend time with her, have fun, and reconnect after everything that had happened.