[ Things suck. Like really suck. Like a hurricane of suckage had run through their lives, stalled out, gone up to a category 5, then looped back around to hit them again. Everything just nosedived into a crater (literally) of suck that almost felt too overwhelming to claw out of. Which says a lot given the fact that Eve's never had the illusion that the life of a superhero would be glamorous or easy. Brandyworth taught her better than that. But how could anyone prepare for all the shit that's been thrown at them back to back?
Nobody could. That's the thing. When things get so bad that Cecil doesn't even have an outline of a plan on how to do with it, that's when you know shit has hit the fan. Enough shit that she can't even fathom where they're going to start trying to clean up after it all. People have probably already started gathering up information and making plans on how to tackle it all and that's where they should be. A voice in the back of her mind is telling her that this is awful of them. Selfish. Unfair. Wrong. All those nasty negative words.
Luckily an infinitely louder voice is shouting at her to just take the break while they have a chance. Cleanup will still be there in a few days and they deserve it to take some time away. No, it's not even as simple as deserve, it's more like they need it. They both nearly died. Getting really technical about it she could probably just say she did die. Rex died. Oliver nearly died. Countless other innocent people had their lives destroyed. That's all just more than anyone should be expected to take.
They need this and she reminds herself of that as she flies up to Mark. There's a pink suitcase in her hand (what other color would it be?) and a small smile on her face that's doing it's best to hide how tired she is.
Maybe it is selfish, but she needs this with him. Just a few days alone to sort through things with him by her side. A few days to feel safe with your amazing boyfriend after the world turned to complete suck. That's not too much to ask for, is it? ]
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Nobody could. That's the thing. When things get so bad that Cecil doesn't even have an outline of a plan on how to do with it, that's when you know shit has hit the fan. Enough shit that she can't even fathom where they're going to start trying to clean up after it all. People have probably already started gathering up information and making plans on how to tackle it all and that's where they should be. A voice in the back of her mind is telling her that this is awful of them. Selfish. Unfair. Wrong. All those nasty negative words.
Luckily an infinitely louder voice is shouting at her to just take the break while they have a chance. Cleanup will still be there in a few days and they deserve it to take some time away. No, it's not even as simple as deserve, it's more like they need it. They both nearly died. Getting really technical about it she could probably just say she did die. Rex died. Oliver nearly died. Countless other innocent people had their lives destroyed. That's all just more than anyone should be expected to take.
They need this and she reminds herself of that as she flies up to Mark. There's a pink suitcase in her hand (what other color would it be?) and a small smile on her face that's doing it's best to hide how tired she is.
Maybe it is selfish, but she needs this with him. Just a few days alone to sort through things with him by her side. A few days to feel safe with your amazing boyfriend after the world turned to complete suck. That's not too much to ask for, is it? ]
Ready for Caribbean adventures in Dominica? The internet tells me it's amazing and when has the internet lied?