#return trip

10:27 PM EDT April 4, 2021:

Electric Wizard - "Return Trip" From the album Come My Fanatics... (January 1997)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

I hope this fucking world fucking burns away.

he hardly had a moment’s notice to prepare for the purple onslought that was about to knock him flat on his ass. the first clue was the patpatpat of someone sprinting towards him. he spins on a heel, sees that charming grin, and can only get out a throaty yelp before he’s taken down.

KAY-OH!

dazed and confused for only a moment, he looks up at willow and smiles a great big smile that she can so easily bring out of him. “willow. good to see you too, but, uh - next time, gimme some kind of warning, huh?” he laughs, and stands, helping her to her feet too. he pauses, left hand flexing for a moment, before placing it in his pocket. thankfully, work attire meant the prosthetic was covered.

“what - what are you doing here? it’s been… ages.”

   Giggling, as they topple -- giggling, as he pulls her back to her feet -- giggling, as he smiles and says her name. Skies, what a rare blessing that is. Happiness with her name on his lips. Skies. 

   “The hug was your warning.” Warning for what? For, uh, another hug. Because her arms are draping around his shoulders, her chin propping onto him, green eyes shimmering contentedly, excitedly. 

   “I was in the neighborhood,” she says, which isn’t true and shouldn’t be trusted for many reasons. First of all, she’s not quite sure what a neighborhood is. The groups of mismatched and strangely huddled places people lived in on Amyra weren’t ever really neighborhoods. She’d just heard people say that phrase a lot, around here, and she liked the weird way it beat against her lips when she repeated it. And secondly, of course, she wasn’t in the neighborhood. She’d been far, far, far away from Earth. No point in Gating if she’d been nearby, right? 

   “I missed you! That’s why I’m here! It’s -- it, uh... ha... it hasn’t been... that long, has it?”