#sumcvivus

she’d yet to find her son, but gabrielle assumed that lestat was simply being himself at the moment. she couldn’t blame him for his flights of fancy; she often disappeared into the night and (somehow) wound up in a foreign country. africa was one of her favorites. south america had its charms, too. still, she was growing impatient; it had been long enough. if only she could access his mind, but it was closed from receiving his dark gift. “funny, isn’t it?” she commented, off hand. “small town, and you can’t pluck fish out of a goddamned barrel.”

“I could use some help.” Finn called out to the first person he saw as he was on the sidewalk picking up a few weights he’d dropped trying to get everything in at once. He should’ve asked for help inside the gym but, well ever since coming back, Finn had been in his own world. He was nostalgic for the life he used to have and afraid of the one in Woodshore. It was a feeling he couldn’t shake. Regardless, there were weights all over the sidewalk and the poor guy scrambled to pick them up and move them out of the way.

“i had an idea,” amy said, grandly, arms outstretching to either side. “we start a theatre. something where everyone can enjoy themselves and perform. this town needs a bit of fun.” mostly, amy wanted a distraction. it was growing more difficult by the day to live in this world, knowing that scorpius’s memories were only shallow. knowing that she could be taken off world at any moment. knowing that her sisters were still somewhere, and she was (undeniably) still alone.

tatooine wasn’t so bad, but to be fair, pelle was used to living a menial lifestyle. he preferred cultures where it was evident that others lived off the land rather than in excess; there was no point in being wasteful. and here, on tatooine? pelle could see that no one was wasteful. it’s why he’d thrown himself into the experience entirely and was now tilling the earth. he plucked up a piece of fruit (or what he imagined was fruit; he’d been assured, at least, that it was edible) and held it out to the individual passing. “here,” he offered. “if you’re hungry.”

amy was unsure of a lot of things in this world, but the one constant that had translated from her “former” life to this one... was scorpius. amy’s realization that he was here made everything seem brighter. less terrifying. there was a murderer on the loose. only jo was here. and amy still felt the subtle twinges of loneliness from her former life, when she’d grown up without anyone who really cared. but amy, also, didn’t want to seem insane. scorpius would come to the realization on his own. he’d come to know the truth of this world, but until then... amy would give him some semblance of peace. she made him dinner. she couldn’t cook, but it was hard to mess up boiling pasta (she did anyway, and it was too soft and slithered around the plate). she’d microwaved canned sauce, and that was that. amy was whip-smart, but self-sufficiency occasionally suffered. she started the conversation cautiously with, “so... i found out i have sisters.”

chloe felt a certain respect dredging up from the bit of her stomach. she watched north for some time, unsure of whether her eyes deceived her. but it was true... she was there. she was there, in the flesh, the same features, the same affects, except... chloe was different. chloe wasn’t just a pawn. chloe wasn’t just there to be used and tossed aside. chloe had become like them, and she’d earned every moment of it. so she approached north, one of the faces of the android rebellion. the symbol of everything that chloe had wanted to be. stupidly, however, the first words out of her mouth were clumsy. “hello. do you know who i am?”

she was wearing lipstick. gabrielle hated lipstick. her hair was styled in a perfect wave, eyes winged, eyeshadow surprisingly put together, for someone who hadn’t worn it in years. but gabrielle hadn’t hunted for a month, and although she preferred pants to the pencil skirt she now donned, men were stupid. stupid and hungry, so it was easier like this. she let out a breath of near frustration as her gaze turned, settling on someone. in her mind, the pervasive thought was, a decent meal? or not? so, gabrielle started with, “do you like what you see?”

she glanced at scorpius in the apartment, knowing that they finally had a home with one another. “i love this place,” she said, head canting slightly. it was matter-of-fact, her voice devoid of humor, nearly aggressive in her opinion. “it’s the absolute most perfect home i have ever lived in. and i want to live here with you forever. with a million tiny children and fourteen dogs.”