i’m kinda nervous about posting this for absolutely no reason. like i literally do not know why. but enjoy. ;))
here’s kinda how I imagine them???????? kind of???
sasha my beloved
rory my beloved
the only problem is they look like children with these picrews… and they’re not children.
TRYING TO GET YOUR THOUGHTS OUT OF YOUR HEAD IS HARD OK ABGHJKW
anyway sasha’s a tailor and rory’s training to be a doctor and they live in a small cottagey town.
rory’s very confident and Tall.
and sasha’s confident (but in a lesser way?? idk what im saying) and he’s short. like. short. incredibly short. tiny. idk why it just is.
Rory’s going through some turmoil because she LIKES SASHA like, SO MUCH but she doesn’t want to compromise…. and so she overthinks and jumps to conclusions. as we all do <33
Sasha tugs off his gloves, revealing slender brown hands. He puts them at his side, and their fingers ever-so-slightly brush together. Ever-so-slightly.
“Why do you wear gloves?” she murmurs.
“They make me feel safe. When I’m anxious.”
“Are you always anxious?”
“Not always,” he replies, glancing down at her hands. “But I like keeping them on. As a precaution.”
Gingerly, his fingertips land on her knuckles. She breathes a little faster.
It’s just a simple touch.
But oh dear she’s so absolutely in love.
She watches his lips, wondering if she might kiss them.
He traces her forearm. “I don’t wear them at home, usually, unless I’m doing something with an anxiety-triggering texture. Textures really get to me. Either they feel nice or they make me want to scratch my eyes out.”
Each insufferably gentle stroke gives her heavy butterflies in her stomach and lungs. It’s a condition. “Okay,” she breathes, not daring to look him in the eyes.
“I really do okay now.” Straying to her face, he strokes her cheek absentmindedly. She nearly explodes. How is he doing this so nonchalantly?! “But I like choosing which textures to experience. I’d rather touch the petals of a silkbloom than the clammy metal of a grocery refrigerator. Sometimes things overwhelm me, and I like how the gloves feel, so I keep them on. Even if I get a little sweaty.”
“I was just curious. You don’t need to… justify anything. I think it’s neat.”
His fingertips rest at the edge of her mouth.
She’s never wanted to kiss anyone this desperately.
He seems so calm.
He must be just as trembly as she is.
His eyes trail over her face, leaving a blush in wake.
He balances on the bench edge, bringing a whisper to her ear
—so maddingly close—
but they’re interrupted, by Sasha, who, startled, drops his hands. He doesn’t look at her, tugging on gloves. “I’m feeling much better. We can return to the party. Thank you for staying out with me.”
“It was a pleasure.”
Their interaction leaves her scrambling for an answer. Maybe they’re not casually dating. Maybe they’re not just really really good friends who went on two dates. Maybe Sasha legitimately wants… more.
What kind of more?
More as in, “I want to kiss you and be in a serious relationship.”
Or as in “I like you and I want sex with you.”
Rory’s heart pounds.
He wants sex.
That’s what all this is about.
She glances over at him. He sits at the counter, catches her staring, and offers a little wave. She gives him a slow grin, heart aflutter, and continues dancing with Chatana.
But he’s just so… cute.
Cute or not, there’s still the likability he’s going to want sex.
The possibility he’d find her sexually appealing…
It makes her shudder.
No, thank you.
Sex isn’t something she strives for.
Sex should be a once-in-a-while activity, if anything.
She just wants someone who, to them, sex is… it’s not something they think about.
She has no sexual desire towards Sasha. All she really wants is to kiss him. Maybe read together on the couch. Or perhaps fall asleep in his arms.
There’s more than one kind of intimacy, and perhaps she has the audacity to prefer one over the other.
Romantic intimacy over sexual intimacy.
But she’d be fooling herself if she thought anyone felt the same.
She’s tried explaining this to friends or family, but to no avail. They give her the same dead look. As if she doesn’t know what she’s talking about.
She knows she makes sense. She knows she’s right! So why don’t people understand?!
She sneaks one more glance at Sasha.
She wants to be his partner so bad.
But is it… worth it.
It sounds terrible. But she’d never undermine herself for a man.
Is it worth it?
To be in a relationship
with a man
than she’s willing to give.
yeah so i’ve been working on that and eventually there’s gonna be a ghost involved and I’m still not sure what’s gonna happen to Rory but she’s not really in the *reality* of the plot? Idk like this scene is from the past and she’s doing doctor stuff overseas or something.
i might post the scene following this one at some point?? idk. maybe?? idk. perhaps?? who knows (not me).
AND THEN MAYBE I MIGHT POST A SCENE FROM THE ACTUAL PRESENT TIMELINE h m that might be cool
also if this post randomly disappears that was on purpose