@eyeronicallynamed // i missed you so bad i missed you so bad i missed you so so bad
Preston wasn’t oblivious to how much he relied on having Tabii around. Far from it- he was well aware that, without her around, things just.. would not be the same. They might suck, even.
It’s just a whole nother thing to have it confirmed when your best friend goes MIA for what feels like an eternity, leaving you like- a total husk. Life is surprisingly dull without Tabiitha Date next to you to spice shit up. Not enough to stop you in your tracks- Tabii would actually murder him for that, if she wasn’t already dead,- but enough to kill your sparks of inspiration a fair bit.
It’s one such day where he’s searching, oh so desperately, for one of those sparks- faint as they may be- that things change. In the best possible way.
His teeth are worrying his bottom lip as he stares down at the blank pieces of paper, the feathery tip of his quill brushing against his cheek. A stage behind him, a quill and homemade paper in his hand, ink by his side and the only light the sun above him- a plea to Shakespeare himself to provide some kind of help, to get anything down onto the paper besides a sad little poem about feeling like there’s a hole in your very being.
And yet, he has nothing. And he comes to terms with it as ink drips from his quill, groaning and placing both paper and pen down beside him in favor of looking skyward.
“You betray me, William. I ask you for help and you provide me with nothing but a ruined sheet of paper. Have you any idea how long it takes to make paper, William? How many newspapers and old school projects have been sacrificed for this one sheet? You’re a bastard. You’re overhyped.”
He huffs a heavy sigh, shutting his eyes before lowering his head to rest in his hand, leaned against his crossed legs. “You win today, bitch. But I’m not giving up.” He lets himself sit for a moment, eyes shut, kind of bitter and kind of focusing on the feel of the warm sun and cool breeze. It would be a perfect day, he thinks, if only...
He opens his eyes, only about halfway, and he doesn’t process it- her- at first. Just stares straight ahead with only the acknowledgement that somebody is in the area. And then it hits, all at once- blonde hair, fashionably appropriate and functional eyepatch, strawberry lemonade type aesthetic- bitch!
He sits bolt upright, eyes wide, and before he can think about it he’s pushing off the stage, moving as fast as his lanky limbs will take him.
“Tabiitha!” Has he ever even said her full first name like that? Is this any time to be concerned about that? Not really.
He’s all but tackling her as soon as he gets close enough, wrapping his arms around her in a way that he can only hope reads ‘I am so mad’ and not ‘i missed you so bad,’ even if both were true.
“Where the fuck have you been?! You can’t just leave me with no warning! AND leaving me on delivered? Give me one reason why I shouldn’t kill you, here and now.”
