Location: The Museum Person: @dcrixn
It’s been a thing for years, the letters she sent that she hoped made it to him, wherever he was. They had text now, the email, the Google, the phone in her pocket was practically a computer, technology had come so far in terms of correspondence and yet she still just couldn’t bring herself to send him something so impersonal. It was silly, she’d call Rhia all the time if she had the time, but there was just something about it. Maybe, in a strange way, she was in love with her heartache when it came to him, with the past and how things had been. “I meant to tell you I was coming. And that I’m staying.” Her fingers pick at her cuticles as she steps towards him at the other end of the hall. “Though I’ll admit, I did kind of thought you might work here though. I interviewed to be an educator and it went well, but I haven’t said yes yet. In case it was weird.” She’s well aware she’s kind of rambling, gesturing around them and not quite looking directly at him. Because it’d been years, there were always years between them, and yet for as many as she’d been on God or whoever’s green Earth, he had some of her favorites. “I didn’t want you to tell me no, I think.” When she does actually look up at him, when they’re maybe six feet apart and standing there amongst the statues and pottery dedicated to Medieval Rome, her voice is soft. He looks good, but he always looks good. There’s a kind of timeless handsomeness to him, if that was even a real word.
