#obvscosima

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     “Y’bloody demanding, yeah? I’ll move if I damn well please.” She does, just to spite her, bumping her leg up and jostling the other who currently is monopolizing her lap. “N’you’re hefty as shit, too.” There’s no gruffness in her tone, despite wanting it -- it’s all honey, slow and soft, absolutely warm. She inwardly rolls her eyes. 

“Wait, so one of the other clones- your sister works in this building as well? And she’s above Doctor Leekie?”

1: what does their bedroom look like?

it’s a fucking mess. he’s got shit everywhere, and never puts his clothing away. he has two piles of clothes: clean and dirty. there’s papers and things from past jobs lying around. sometimes you’ll even see some drug paraphernalia laying out, but he mostly does a good job of hiding that.

2: do they have any daily rituals?

he texts sammy quite often. almost nightly. 

3: do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? how often?

rain. at least that’s what she tells herself. in reality, the feeling of droplets running down the smooth skin of her cheek is more likely to be from the overflow of emotion that rushes through her. there’s layer upon layer of brick, mortar and glass that separates her from cosima.  yet still, she can feel her. she feels cosima’s heartbeat in her ear like a thundering drum-line. perhaps the brunette had been right all along. all of the late night, intoxicated ramblings about being designed for one specific person, one person that you are always in sync with, that will never compare to any other infatuation. she feels it now. there’s a rope around her ribcage, squeezing at her lungs, stealing the breath from her and tugging her closer, if only she hadn’t severed the other end, then she could be saved.

instead she stands in the pouring rain, and the flow of her own tears, outside of a building that she shouldn’t know so well. she shouldn’t have mapped out these blueprints several times. this image shouldn’t be ingrained in her mind each time she closes her eyes. yet it is. along with memories of a love lost, a love mourned.