Rachel Grey (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
starchilde_lost) wrote2014-06-24 09:50 am
starchilde_lost) wrote2014-06-24 09:50 am
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Dated 6-11-2014
Rachel had decided that she was just going to do it. She was going to officially ask Aidan to move in with her. After all, they'd been together for a long time, well, by her standards at least, Aidan might have had longer relationships but it wasn't fair as he was a couple of centuries old and the scales were different. And they practically lived together anyways, she couldn't really remember the last time she'd spent a night alone.
Well, except last night. But a stopover in the clinic didn't count.
Smoothing the skirt of her sundress down, she took a deep breath before entering the clinic with the bunch of flowers she'd picked up and a few books and magazines. You know, normal visiting the boyfriend in the hospital things. She tried to put everything else out of her head. She'd get to it, she knew, but she wanted to focus on her injured boyfriend for a little while before she emotionally went off the rails.
Did normal people have this much trouble trying to figure out their relationships? People who hadn't dated aliens, seen the loves of their lives killed by mutant-hunting robots. People who hadn't done and seen the things she'd done. Or was it just her particular quirk of inherited emotional issues and her own paranoia. Did she even have the right to ask him, because she knew she didn't want to get married and have kids, not here on the island, and was that even fair to him to go so far and just draw a line in the sand? Or was she just leaving herself and him an escape hatch if it gets to be too much?
Those were the thoughts she was trying not to dwell on as she walked over to the bed. "Hey, punching bag, how are you feeling today?"
Well, except last night. But a stopover in the clinic didn't count.
Smoothing the skirt of her sundress down, she took a deep breath before entering the clinic with the bunch of flowers she'd picked up and a few books and magazines. You know, normal visiting the boyfriend in the hospital things. She tried to put everything else out of her head. She'd get to it, she knew, but she wanted to focus on her injured boyfriend for a little while before she emotionally went off the rails.
Did normal people have this much trouble trying to figure out their relationships? People who hadn't dated aliens, seen the loves of their lives killed by mutant-hunting robots. People who hadn't done and seen the things she'd done. Or was it just her particular quirk of inherited emotional issues and her own paranoia. Did she even have the right to ask him, because she knew she didn't want to get married and have kids, not here on the island, and was that even fair to him to go so far and just draw a line in the sand? Or was she just leaving herself and him an escape hatch if it gets to be too much?
Those were the thoughts she was trying not to dwell on as she walked over to the bed. "Hey, punching bag, how are you feeling today?"
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"That is not the sort of challenge I meant. You need to get your head out of the gutter," Aidan said with a laugh. He could see how it could be construed as that but he couldn't resist giving her a bit of grief about it. It was good to hear her laughing though.
"I meant the challenge of just making something new. That haven't had a lot to do lately."
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"And who's fault is it that the gutter's such an attractive place to be?" Not entirely his, but seriously having a regular boyfriend had certainly skewed her perspectives on a few things. And it was nice to have those things to joke about and think about.
Besides, she knew damn well he'd baited her. Even if he didn't want to admit it.
"Maybe we can think about some additions to the hut, too?"
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"A library. I think we should add on a library."
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"A library. Are we going to raid the bookshelf or are you expecting a bump in your production?" Rachel was actually pretty proud of Aidan's little printing gig. Not that there was a lot to be printing on an island like this, but it was nice that he had something like that. God only knew she hadn't touched any of the jewelry stuff she'd acquired the first couple of years she'd been here, maybe she just hadn't found her thing yet. Her way to contribute to the island beyond teaching its residents how to beat each other up in sparring matches.