hello sara, goodbye sara.
B A N G.
you say her name as if she’s supposed to matter to me. she doesn’t.
❝ no, no rip ! rip, PLEASE ! ❞
a push to the shoulder rocks her awake & she looks up to find the very nightmare she awoke from. she panics, one fist CONNECTING with the englishman’s jaw before she even has time to stop herself. don’t let me die again ! i don’t wanna die ! // @legendsorter // x.
THE MORNING STROLL was routine to him now---- wake up, make coffee, then walk around the waverider to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. was sara yelling in her sleep peculiar at all? he only notices it when rip happens to pass by her quarters, before rushing inside at the sound of her distress.
“ sara? ” HE ACTS AS IF A QUESTION SAID AS A WHISPER WILL WAKE HER UP. rip quickly goes on to better tactics, promptly pushing her shoulder. the punishment? a fist to the face.
he immediately flinches, stumbling backwards--- “ jesus christ, sara! isn’t it a tad early to punch me in the face? at the very least, wait until noon. ” he’s so selfish, taking a moment to rub his jaw & wince when he finally remembers the elephant in the room. “ anyways, are you alright, sara? ” a pained expression transforms into a meaningful look, “ you were yelling in your sleep. ”















