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Second Try || Sabrina & Rick

sabri-nahh‌:

Having her pale fingers wrapped gently against the warmth of his palms provided a comfortable sense of security. As if somehow… Everything will be alright. Everything’s going to be okay. Because… He’s here. I’m here.

“Really..?” A sudden tug on her chest caused her to grip his hands tightly against her chest, feeling that if she ever lets go, he’d disappear. “You won’t… Leave me?” Just the idea alone caused an immeasurable pain, remembering the last time she placed her whole love on the line. “If you do– I… Completely understand. I wont hold it against you.” After all, she caused him so much suffering. So much pain… I don’t deserve this.

Shrugging her last sentence with a nervous laugh, she couldn’t help but bring up both of his hands up, pressing her lips gently against his knuckles. “For what is worth… I love you, Rick. And I mean it.” At this rate, they’ll never make it to the Fireworks.

Rick kissed the back of her knuckles as soon as she stopped kissing his, making a quiet and alarmed sound. “Sabrina, no, listen, I’m not going anywhere. I can’t. Do you know what that would be like? Seeing your eyes in every star? Feeling your warmth in every chick I held? Remembering-” He cut off suddenly in a shocked sort of laugh, shaking his head. “Remembering how you had to chase the chickens back into the pen when you let them out that one time?” His eyes glimmered in amusement behind his glasses.

No. She’d be everywhere, in every breath he took - for the rest of his life, for better or for worse - and there was no escaping that.

“You’re...you’re mine. I’m yours. You make me feel like I can take on the world when you’re here. A-and I’m gonna do whatever it takes to show you.”

Was this too much to ask? Maybe. But it was on his mind now. He cleared his throat. “What’s...this is completely irrelevant, don’t look at me like that - what’s your favorite stone?”

#HAHAHAHA I THOUGHT I HAD FIVE UNTIL TWO SECONDS AGO WHOOPS #{{5}}#second try #sabri nahh

All right, so maybe Rick had no reason at all to really go to the Harvest Festival, but he couldn’t deny that there was a certain...selfish appeal in at least one aspect.

He’d never tried to get a Blue Feather, but...

Am I crazy? He stared at himself in the mirror, smoothing down his clothes - nothing new, just...the same old thing, but something that Sabrina had seemed to like in the past. I don’t even have a dating ring for her or something. I haven’t even asked if that was something she wanted? I shouldn’t go try and get that, should I?

His chest stirred. He remember, just for a moment, that pure innocent adoration of her within the first hour they’d met. How he thought, then, that he might even be in love - love at first sight. How splendidly that had shifted and soared and grown in just the past few months.

No, he needed this. Just in case. He’d go after it, and...and then maybe...he’d make an actual move for once. Prove he wasn’t a coward. Prove that he was worthy of her.

Prove that he wasn’t letting her run away anymore.

#pi:harvestfestival #pi:closed #threads #{{4}}

A Letter Home || Closed

There had to be a better way to write home and tell your mom exactly how your life was going without ignoring the fact that you hadn’t written her in...weeks. Months.

Things were busy, okay? And there was the fact that every time Rick sat down at his kitchen table with the stationary and pen, he...he felt like his wrist just froze in place. His chest ached. Nothing seemed worth writing about - like it would all bore his mom instead of give her insight into his life.

Dear Mom, I’ve come to realize that I have no one to spend time with-

Dear Mom, I feel like Popuri is hiding something from me-

Dear Mom, I can’t sleep anymore because it takes everything inside me to keep from crying-

There was something that she needed to know about now, and he considered it - her - long and hard as he tapped his foot on the floor, pen hovering over the pages, glasses drooping down his nose. As restrained as he felt on a daily basis now, he couldn’t deny that the one positive spark was the fact that Sabrina...she was keeping her word. She wasn’t running. She was staying right here, with him, filling the entire house with her presence.

Dear Mom, something happened about a year ago that I forgot to tell you about-

Dear Mom, did you ever save your wedding dress, or is that for Popuri-

Dear Mom, inevitably she’s going to leave me, and I’ll have nothing left to keep me here because nobody else-

Rick slammed the pen on the table and stood up, leaving the empty pages behind as he headed for the door.

It’d wait. The letter would wait, and so would his mom. He...he just had work to do right now, that was all.

#a letter home #threads #{{3}}#pi:closed

Farm Fresh Kindness || OPEN

It had been quite some time since Rick felt like he gave back to the community of Arcadia. The magic in the air fueled his farm - making his monsters produce far more than they otherwise might - and it seemed selfish to deprive the townspeople of his bounty just because he felt a little shy.

He still had barely any friends. Beautiful. But the only way he could get over that was if he actually left the farm...right?

With a rare spark of bravery - as if the days he spent with aching emptiness in his chest were only a memory - Rick took himself out to the center of Arcadia and set up a small stand, with baskets of milk, eggs, and fresh wool spread out neatly for purveyors. “FARM FRESH GOODS - FREE,” a sign on the front read.

It was the least he could do.