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the picture prompt meme

1. comment with your character.
2. others will leave a picture (or two, or three...)
( 2a. if you like, link a visualosities post in your top level comment to give people material to work with! )
3. reply to them with a setting based on the picture.
4. for an idea of how this works, see bakerstreet, which is where i stole this meme from!
5. THIS IS A SLOW BURNING MEME IF YOU SAY YOU'RE LATE I'LL SLOW BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN

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monica

[glassbox]

[uzi]

<sub>( One day, they decide not to go to the bar. Maybe it’s the trauma of the past few weeks, or something else entirely, but Monica doesn’t want to be drunk. So they get in her car and they drive for as long as they can until they finally hit the shoreline. Then they start walking in companionable silence. And they keep walking, long after they hit the water, even though it’s cold and cloudy. The chilly water laps up against their legs and they hold hands for warmth—maybe not just for that. The sun is still high in the sky when the clouds burst and they get drenched, still holding hands.

At least we’re alive, one of them says as they run back to the car. Monica should probably remember which one of them spoke, but she doesn’t.

Her apartment is closer, so that’s where they go. It’s simply furnished and utilitarian, elegant only by small incidental touches. They slip out of their water-logged shoes in the entry, peel themselves out of their clothing piece by piece as they make their way to the bedroom. It’s warmest there, is Monica’s unnecessary excuse.

At some point while she’s unbuttoning her blouse, Lil shakes out her hair and fills the whole room with the smell of salt water. Monica sits down on the bed and closes her eyes, falls back until her own short black locks cling to the pillow. Come here, she says, holds out both her bare arms. )</sub>

[glassbox]

[ it's good on some days to live instead of just get by. lil still spends so much time thinking about dying and thinking about what could have been, haunted by the past and the future at once. it's good, to just get away, to escape with the one person who understands best of all the feelings that fester inside her.

at least they're alive. that's good enough for now. it feels safe somehow.

the puddles of water lead from the door deeper into monica's apartment, leading into the bedroom where lil wipes at the droplets clinging to her eyelashes, ruffling the sea from her hair with her hands. her skin raises into goosebumps when she peels off wet clothes. she comes when she's beckoned, easy for monica when she would have resisted someone else. lil's long limbs are good for pulling her close -- t'warm up, she murmurs -- making a tangle of their arms and legs. ]