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@goodwhin
THE ZANZA CINEMATIC UNIVERSE PRESENTS: GEORGIA GOODWIN.
influenced heavily by headcanons and canon divergence, of nbc’s new amsterdam, by zanza.
SHE/THEY* / 27 / MOUNTAIN TIME
* don’t refer to me as ‘girl’ or ‘woman’ unless we’re close or i give you permission!
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@knowsvalue ⇾ starter call.
a smile creeps across her lips at the sight of the other woman, and while something feels so strange about being at the hospital? it’s nice to see friendly faces. it’s nice to see... anyone. god, she loves max and she loves luna, but georgia can’t deny that spending so much time at home ❪ often on her own, when max brings luna to work with him ❫ is difficult. it’s really difficult. friends from the dance company show up now and then for quick visits, but the reminder of the fact that she may very well never dance again is painful.
isolation, pain, frustration... they dominate her waking hours, until max and luna come home and georgia’s not left to her own devices — as long as she stays in bed. so, even if it’s only for a check-in to see how she’s doing? she will take the social interaction, brief as it may be. “hey there!” for a woman dealing with so much, with so much pain and all the turbulence that’s coming with her recovery, georgia’s surprised at how chipper and energetic she sounds, “how are things going? is my husband causing much trouble?”
there are only a few of you, but uh, here’s a tiny starter call bc i love georgia and wanna do more things here k cool
guidwin:
(𝔤𝔢𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔦𝔞 , 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡𝔴𝔦𝔫 ) *
“i know it’s hard.” she shakes her head, heart aching ( though it makes sense, seeing as her heart is merely an extension of his ), “i know you’re tired,” tired. weary. so many other things. “you’re also brave, and smart, and you have such a big big heart,” his heart. his tenacity. they’re things she’s always loved about him — things she had always loved about him. the smile on her face is sad, and full of longing, as she steps forward to place a hand on his shoulder. “things would be different, yes,” she agrees with no argument, with no thought to argue, “of course they would, and i wish they were, max,” the soothing in her tone is hushed and soft, the sadness in her eyes very real as free hand moves to cup his cheek, “i wish they were. i wish i could be here. with luna. with you,” she misses them… or rather senses the longing in max’s heart and knows it would be reciprocated if she possibly could. “you’re doing wonderfully, max. would i lie to you about that?”
𝔸𝕃𝕃 ℍ𝔼 𝕎𝕀𝕊ℍ𝔼𝕊 𝔽𝕆ℝ is to have her back. the longing sits heavily upon lungs , breaking in waves down his muscles. gaze doesn’t drift apart from the მμoƨϝ oɻ ɑ ʍᴉɻԍ painfully present , digits 𝔞𝔠𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔫𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 , sadness & loss paint exhausted features as ocean eyes fill with sparkles of tears looking at her. ❛ i’m not so sure about that , because i don’t think i can ⸻ ❜
❛ i don’t think i can do this 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦. ❜ glaring holes within abdomen , gaping chasms of 𝑎𝑐𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠 twisting inner organs apart. her voice pours light within cracks of heart , her words sooth absence from own arms ( ironic , he should know how to heal a breaking figure , 𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔥𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔬𝔭 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔡𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 ). broken voice escapes lips , lack of words stuck above tongue. ❛ she uh , she m͟i͟s͟s͟e͟s͟ your parents. i left her there with them because it wasn’t , 𝕚𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕤𝕟’𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕗𝕖 𝕖𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 & now she . . . ❜
to hold her daughter more than once, she should’ve been allowed that, shouldn’t she? but she wasn’t. she hadn’t been. it’d only been in spirit and in memory that georgia had been able to experience any real time with luna, to share anything meaningful with the child she’d loved so fiercely. the child she still loves, with the piece of her that lives on in max and her parents, and luna herself. luna will never actually remember her mother, but max? he should be her world. it’s nothing less than georgia would’ve accepted. it’s nothing less than max would’ve wanted were she the one left to raise their daughter without him, isn’t it?
of course it is.
“you can. you have everything you need to succeed, you know that. no one in the world could possibly love luna as much as you do, not to mention more than you do. not even my parents. your time, your love, your care... what more does she really need?”
“you are doing it without me, max. you’re doing so well,” him, him, him... he’d insisted repeatedly that he wouldn’t be there to see luna grow up, that he’s the one who’d miss everything, but it seems fate had its own plans, cruel as they were. “she’s so young, she hasn’t had the time to get to really know you. you’ve done what you could to keep her safe. you just said so yourself. she’s spent more time with my parents, of course she misses them, but really? really, she misses her dad. you’re the person she’ll remember as she grows up. you’re the person she’ll go to with her problems, and her hopes, and fears, and all of her dreams. you will. not my parents. max, she deserves her dad. if she can’t have her mom, don’t you dare let her lose you too,”
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guidwin:
𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 holding emotions boxed within ( counting the good days ). hope renewed to the core with every single success success yet fear still leaves within brain reminding that maybe this is as far as they can get ━ 𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒. mind refuse to believe knowing one day she will dance on a stage again & he will proudly present the world of ballet to their daughter explaining that mommy is a master of it. ❛ you know , 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘. ❜
soft chuckle escapes lips & her words washes fear that something might go wrong away , her voice places disturbing thoughts back in a box far away from nerves to crawl upon. few steps closer , arms pull the other inside safe shelter of his embrace. ❛ they were uh ━ they were bad , actually. 𝚗𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔. ❜ touch of lips against the other before forehead rests above hers. deep exhale trying to force flashbacks of past two hours away followed by own thumb drawing tiny circles of love against wife’s skin right below beauty of her eyes. ❛ how are you ? tired , hungry ? ❜
her heart is light, a warmth surrounding her at just the sight of her husband. he always seems to just make things better, doesn’t he? with a soft smile, georgia just sits and looks at him for a long moment, shaking her head at his response, “mmm not so much anymore,” a hint of sadness lays thinly atop the words, because how could she not feel sad? how could all the things she’s lost not weight her down, just a little? georgia’s grateful for her family, she’s glad to be alive, but she hasn’t felt like herself in so long now.
still, she smiles as he approaches, even more safety to be found in his arms, with hers moving almost by instinct to drape over his shoulders; hands clasping at the back of his neck. georgia doesn’t think she could even articulate how much she loves this man, or what she’d do without him — he gave up everything to move them to london in the hopes of some actual assistance with the problems that have plagued her so persistently since the accident. “i’m so sorry max, i know you had a good feeling about this batch,”
eyes shut as she relishes in the soft touches offered by her husband, “a little tired, and i have a bit of a headache, but otherwise i can’t complain. just trying to clean up a little while i can before hurricane luna wakes back up,” georgia laughs lightly, one hand moving to rub his shoulder.
soft goodwin family moments + completely 100% alive georgia
feat. @guidwin
* reblog from @zanzagifs unless you write max!
@guidwin.
she turns toward the sound of the door closing, a hint of a smile on her lips as gaze falls on max. “luna’s napping,” georgia notes quietly, “she wore herself out while you were out, i think she might be part hurricane and i’m certain she gets it from you,” teasing as the comment might be, it really makes sense, doesn’t it? whatever fire max has burning inside of him, the fire that makes him so determined to save the world, it’s clear their daughter has inherited that — to some degree. “how were the job interviews? any luck?”
@guidwin said ⇾ "i didn't tell you because i was afraid... of losing you."
400 RANDOM SENTENCES, accepting.
this conversation... it feels like they’ve had this conversation a hundred times and it’s exhausting. eyes shut briefly as she sighs, shoulders dropping. her face contorts in a quick shift from disbelief to anger to sadness — finally settling on something between exhaustion and a deep rooted grief that georgia can’t seem to kill. the grief grows back the moment she thinks it’s gone for good, and it seems more difficult to rid herself of every time.
“max...” his name is quiet, strained as it falls from her lips, “you can’t keep doing this. you can’t maintain this cycle, i can’t take it. one second you’re saying you’ll talk to me, the next you’re keeping secrets, and it’s making my head spin.” a moment is spent steadying herself, fighting against tears as georgia takes a deep breath, “max, you not telling me is more likely to drive me away than anything else, i don’t know why you don’t seem to understand that,”
* 400 RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS (READ MORE) ,
"i never noticed your eyes were this pretty."
"i'll stay in tonight, thanks."
"i can't even trust myself anymore."
"anything to eat around here?"
"i hope to repay your kindness someday."
"you're a terrible flirt you know."
"the only time you talk to me is when you need something."
"how did you find me?"
"how can i possibly trust you? after all you've done."
"i take orders from your father, not you."
"you're not a very convincing liar."
"i thought i'd never see you again."
"why can't i come with you?"
"it was my fault. it was all my fault."
"all this anger and hate, it's not good for you."
"this is the part where you apologize."
"is being drunk an excuse?"
"let me out of here! let me go!"
"aren't we in a good mood today?"
"i was making sure you weren't dead, since you never called."
"there's nothing left for me here."
"i know i lied to you. you can hate me and it's all right."
"i've been waiting for you for a long time."
"what happened? i heard a crash."
"was it you? did you do all this?"
"don't come any closer!"
"looking for something?"
"you're too scared to do it, aren't you?"
"i thought you'd like this."
"you came back!"
"i like seeing you smile."
"i must warn you, i won't go easy on you this time."
"it's better to expect disappointment."
"sorry to put you through that. i guess i owe you one now."
"no way, i'm not doing that."
"it's you! you came for me."
"could you be happy here with me?"
"let me buy you another drink."
"why should i trust you?"
"he's only mostly dead."
"knowledge is power."
"i screwed up. i know."
"we're going to have to stay here tonight."
"help me choose something to wear?"
"i do care."
"i'm sorry, i'm not what you think i am."
"how many more people need to die before you're satisfied?"
"you scared me."
"just try to hang on."
"i risked my life for you!"
"two years later and you haven't changed."
"we're not so different after all."
"i need you to trust me."
"why are you being so stubborn?"
"you don't scare me."
"i'm scared of what you're becoming."
"you look like you just saw a ghost."
"that's quite a scratch you've got there."
"i've always hated it."
"this is the part where you leave."
"don't treat me like a child."
"you were talking in your sleep."
"what are you doing out here by yourself?"
"wait. i've heard that sound before."
"would it be alright if i borrowed this?"
"i think i have a bit more experience with this thing than you do."
"it's not stealing if it was mine to begin with."
"it's nothing personal."
"you were going to leave without saying goodbye?"
"i'll still be here when you wake up."
"don't you fucking dare!"
"you're lucky you're cute."
"it's too dark, i can't see anything."
"i swear it wasn't me."
"that is not an appropriate question to ask a lady you've just met."
"i've got your back, okay?"
"how long have i been asleep?"
"just who do you think you are?"
"i think i might've broken something..."
"i wish you'd take better care of yourself."
"is this what you wanted?"
"what do you want in exchange for it?"
"did you miss me?"
"i'm trying my best and it's not good enough."
"it's not safe for people to see us together."
"don't lie to me."
"i see a lot of myself in you."
"take a seat, we're gonna be here a while."
"i won't hate you. i know you think that's what you deserve but it's not."
"who do you fight for?"
"it's rare to see your kind around here."
"walk with me?"
"i know you better than you think."
"why did you bring me here?"
"what did you want to tell me?"
"you don't even know my name."
"it's nothing, i'm just tired."
"of course i care. you're my family."
"i didn't tell you because i was afraid... of losing you."
"where is my candy, you son of a bitch?"
"you want me to punch him in the face?"
"please... say something."
"who the hell invited you?"
"we need to be careful."
"i just wanted to say i'm sorry."
"we're locked in!"
"don't be naked. i'm coming in."
"do you ever get afraid?"
"you wouldn't understand."
"promise you'll say something if you need help?"
"where have you been?"
"there was blood everywhere."
"i just need to step away for a bit, get some fresh air."
"we're safe, aren't we?"
"how about a little midnight snack?"
"how many people have you killed? how many?"
"whatever you're going to ask, the answer is no."
"you look... amazing."
i out-danced you so hard you’re in the hospital.
headcanon based canon divergent georgia goodwin of new amsterdam, by zanza.
low-ish activity, heavily affiliated with @guidwin.
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