The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Welldrinker Cult
A shadowy group is gaining power, drawing in people who are curious, vulnerable, or malicious, and turning them into Mystics. They are recruiting people into their ranks to spread the influence of magic in the world, but for what end goal?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
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The video was not going badly from an outsider’s glance, but Rebecca could feel the emotional toll talking about their relationship was taking on Agnes. She could feel it, too; they were making strides in being friends, but there was still something sore about the old wounds of the past. They still had a distance to go, and that was okay.
Oh, that was good! Rebecca had a loose idea of how she was planning on ending the video, and now she had something honest and organic to work with. ”In th' end, it's a lang road tae gang frae bein' lovers tae exes tae friends, an' if ye struggle alang th' way, that's okay,” she reminded her audience, Agnes, and herself. ”Dornt expect it tae be easy, but dornt be discooraged. If ye baith really wark tae fin' th' reit place in yer li'es fur each other, ye eventually will. Some people ur worth th' struggle,” she finished, looking at Agnes with a warm smile and a look of appreciation in her eye.
Friendly appreciation, of course.
Returning her focus to the camera, she decided it was time to wrap up the episode. ”An' Ah hink that's whaur we're gonnae wrap thes one up, but Ah want tae thenk agnes again fur gonnae it ay 'er comfort zain. Be nice tae 'er, commenters!” Rebecca would be extra diligent patrolling the comment section when this video went up. Her community was generally great, but the internet was where trolls fed, after all. ”An' as a’ays, Ah want tae hear whit ye aw hae tae say. If yoo've got yer ain advice fur fowk, ur need advice, ur maybe jist hae a story tae share, gab in th' comments! Ah'll be thaur too; we're nae a channel, we're a community. Until next time, luvs, thes is Pixelbecky signin’ off!” Rebecca waved at the camera with both hands, smiling brightly. ”Bye!”
There was a short pause before the low voice behind the camera replied with, ”Aaand we’re clear! Good job, ladies.”
Knowing the cameras were finally off was like a weight off her shoulders. She loved filming, but Rebecca got far more joy from knowing the recording was completed. The feeling of relief led to her instinctively giving Agnes a hug from the side, throwing her arms around the thin girl’s shoulders and squeezing. ”We did it!”
The hug was quick, because Rebecca was not looking to make things awkward, and she was sure Nessa still had her eye on the two ex-lovers. When she retreated, she tucked some of her copper hair behind her ear and smiled, blushing lightly from the brief contact. ”Really, Aggie, thenks again. Ah hink ye did great.” Given the handicap of the video topic, Agnes handled herself pretty well. One day, she could see bringing Agnes on to talk about something a little less emotion-intensive, like performing on-stage, or maybe a silly challenge video.
There was only the smallest sigh of relief at the realization that this recording session was coming to an end. After a couple of fumbles, Agnes managed to find her rhythm but maybe that was partially because she knew that this wouldn’t be a long video. Of course if she had messed up loads then it would take longer to film it all, but as it was she had done well enough for them to push on and pull out any of her mistakes while in editing. It was also especially helpful that Rebecca herself was doing most of the talking. All Agnes had to do was smile, agree, and toss in her two cents when it was required of her. She was curious about the video but she also dreaded it. She only hoped that she hadn’t made herself look like a fool.
Agnes said little else but instead just sat there, smiling over to Rebecca as the young woman explained the hard road it was to be in a friendship with an ex. The redhead had a gift as she managed to string together some very coherent thoughts on the issues that could arise with friendships and how they could be very worth it. Agnes nodded, agreeing of course, but in the back of her mind she knew just how hard a decision that was to make and the issues that could arise. Of course it wouldn’t be the same for everyone, would it, just her?
As Rebecca started to gear up for the end of her video, Agnes sat back and gave a deep sigh. It was over, she had survived, she had done what she had promised to her “friend”. Now she was never going to do it again and she couldn’t be made to. But, all kidding aside, she was thankful for Rebecca’s patience and Nessa, of course, for not being too hard on her. There was only the smallest pang of jealous now, because Nessa seemed like an absolute perfect match for the redhead. No wonder they were working out so well.
Catching Rebecca’s eye, Agnes locked into her gaze too, feeling herself blush a little from the look that they gave one another. As Rebecca started to sign off, Agnes turned to face the camera too, waving along with them and putting on one of her best smiles. She was a bit emotional, yes, but it wasn’t anything that she couldn’t deal with. With a nod and a breath, she remained still until finally Nessa’s voice rang out that they were done.
Agnes felt herself deflate a little, chuckling as she turned to face her ex. Rebecca was ecstatic and shouted with ”We did it!” was about to agree but stopped when suddenly her vision was taken over by Rebecca’s form. She wrapped her arms around her shoulders, causing Agnes to squeak. A blush deepened on her pale cheeks, but still she smiled as she reached her arm around too and hugged her ex. It was a job well done – unfortunately, now being so close, she immediately got the scent of strawberries stuck in her nose.
Dammit.
She awkwardly cleared her throat and back away as Rebecca did the same. The two of them shared a bit of an awkward smile as Rebecca tucked hair behind her ear and Agnes instinctively crossed her arm over to her chest to hold her own shoulder. The two remained there for a second before Rebecca broke the silence.
>> ”Really, Aggie, thenks again. Ah hink ye did great.”
Agnes smiled. She felt a little silly for getting emotional over everything but it was a touchy subject, no? Still, she was grateful that she could be of help and nodded her head.
”I’m just glad I didn’t mess up a lot. I mean, I don’t know how you two do it,” Agnes said as she looked between Rebecca and Nessa. ”I would probably die. But, you guys are impressive.” She said, her hand fell, inadvertently falling on Rebecca’s knee. It took a second before Agnes realized where her hand was and she, subtly yet immediately recoiled. ”Um…I’m proud of you, Rebecca,” She said, her eyes refusing contact now. ”Really, what you’ve built is just amazing.”
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Now that the video was over, Rebecca was more aware of Nessa’s presence. It was not like she forgot her girlfriend was there with them, but making videos narrowed the vloggers focus in until she was only aware of the things and people who were sharing the screen with her. After so much time keeping her focus on Agnes, Becca was consciously glancing over at her girlfriend and struggling to read her. She was smiling, and she was cheerful, but Nessa could smile as she told someone to go to hell, so that said nothing of what was going on past those eyes.
After the hug, it was possible all three women in the room were feeling unsure of what to say or do next. Blushes came liberally, even if Becca and Agnes partially hid their own behind masks of light makeup. If anything, this was another reminder that the girls needed to take their own advice and work out some boundaries, or even space away from one another as a safety measure. Rebecca needed to come to terms with the scent of honey and lavender that would always linger on Agnes when they hugged, or in the rare instances where she had to borrow pajamas. (An instance she should possibly increase the rarity of to “never,” given their last sleepover.)
Agnes was sweet, complimenting Rebecca’s work on the channel and the community she had built with it. The creator smiled and was ready to speak before Nessa cut in, replying, ”Credit goes to her. I was just here to keep an eye on the camera.” And her girlfriend. ”She’s the one putting all this effort in like some over-eager internet mom.” It was probably a compliment, but Rebecca was still struggling to figure out intent.
Instead, she looked back to Agnes as she felt a hand inadvertently resting on her knee for a second. It was brief, but the gesture felt so genuine and filled with support. Rebecca’s hand moved to rest on Agnes’s, but her ex pulled away before she made it, leaving the redhead’s palm pressed against her own knee. ”Ah appreciate it, Miss Philharmonic,” she replied, wanting to point out that Agnes had done some building of her own, creating a reputation for herself as a musician just as she always wanted.
They wrapped things up, but Rebecca discouraged Agnes from looking at the video so far. Once it was edited and cleaned up a bit, she would share the finished product with Agnes so she did not obsess over small mistakes that would not make it to the final cut. With more than one camera, there were shots of the two of them, as well as individual angles in case one of them was making an awkward face or something. Agnes did not seem to want to stick around, and that was probably for the best. Rebecca almost gave her a hug on the way out of the door, but she still remembered the awkwardness of their post-video hug and held off. ”We’ll gab soon, Aggie,” she said as her friend left, knowing they had some air to clear, as seemed to always be the case these days.
Nessa and Rebecca took a break before jumping into the editing process, choosing to watch an episode of Grey before they got to work as a reward for the shoot. They curled up on the couch, as was their custom, and on a superficial level, things seemed as good as they had ever been. Rebecca was picking up on the subtle differences though. There was a conspicuous lack of Nessa joking about the similarities between the show’s main character and her own redheaded lover. The whole cuddling session felt… half-hearted? Becca bit her tongue, assuming she was over-thinking the situation.
It was not until editing began that Rebecca knew definitively that the problem was not a figment of her imagination. Becca was watching the footage of her own camera to determine segments that could be usable if necessary when Nessa spoke up. Looking over the wide shot of both ex-girlfriends, Nessa flatly pointed out, ”Jeez, could this eye contact have any more sexual tension?”
Narrowing her eyes, Becca leaned back to look at the screen where Becca and Agnes’s eyes lingered, locked on each other for a moment before resuming talking. Thinking back, she was sure there were a few instances like that through filming. ”Yer daft, tha’s nae sexual tension,” she said, dismissively.
”Emotional tension, then,” she corrected in a matter-of-fact tone.
Rebecca furrowed her brow. ”Tha’s nae funny.”
”Not trying to be.”
This was going well. Rebecca got up from her chair, looking to stretch her legs and get her blood moving, feeling things could only get worse from here. ”Ah thooght ye waur fine wi' us daein' thes video?”
Nessa shrugged, knowing she technically agreed to the recording in the first place. By definition, it was her idea. Instead of speaking more honestly, she opted once more for flat sarcasm. ”Yeah, I am so excited to watch you two reminisce about your relationship. I’m really looking forward to seeing all the commenters who ship this once the video comes out.”
”Did ye e’en watch th’ video?” Rebecca replied in frustration. This was becoming their first real fight, and it was new and unwelcome. ”Thaur ur things tae wark on, but we want tae be friends!”
Nessa’s reply was quick. ”Are you sure that’s what you two want? Because that doesn’t look like a friend-hand on a friend-shoulder,” she accused, pointing to the moment on screen where Rebecca’s hand was resting on Agnes.
”It’s a comforting hand!” she shouted back from the kitchen area. Even without looking at the screen she could guess what Nessa was talking about. She had been pacing around the apartment as they argued, and now that she was in the kitchen, she was out of sight. Nessa seemed content carrying the argument by yelling at one another from separate rooms and did not chase her around.
Rebecca was growing annoyed with the accusatory nature of her girlfriend’s comments. She was trying to make things better for everyone, and she was working through too many complicated feelings without Nessa getting on her case. She did not even know how Rebecca was planning on talking to Agnes to establish better rules for their friendship. That was so clearly for Nessa’s benefit; if not for her, why would Rebecca put barriers between her and Agnes?
Oblivious to the dangerous implications of those thoughts, Rebecca instead eyed her phone on the kitchen counter. She was stuck in her apartment having it out with her girlfriend, and the longer the fight went on, the more she wanted the comfort of being able to vent her frustrations to someone who actually knew how to listen.
It was a terrible idea, but Rebecca opened her phone to the text chain between herself and Agnes.
After shooting the video, Agnes had excused herself to return home. Really she didn’t see any real reason for her to stick around. She had attempted to get a sneak peek at everything that was filmed so that she could critically judge herself see how it came out, but she was thwarted by Rebecca time and time again. In the end she was convinced to just let it go and was forced to wait until Rebecca had put together a cleaner copy so that she could view it in its entirety. She was just going to have to trust her ex’s opinion.
With a few smiles and couple more shared laughs, Agnes left the apartment in seeming good humor. Rebecca was sweet, as always, and while there was a somewhat rocky and strange tension with Nessa, over all Agnes seemed to think that the meeting went off well. She wasn’t looking to be besties with Nessa but she wanted the other to know that she wasn’t a threat or some fiend out to steal the redhead. Really she just wanted to be friends with her ex and, as was said in the video, it was going to take time and patience but they were going to work out all the kinks, she just knew it.
Still, after leaving the apartment and climbing into her car, Agnes couldn’t help but feel the smallest sense of confusion. Doing the video that brought up a lot of memories and emotions, things that she still wasn’t sure if she knew how to process. She was happy that Rebecca had moved on with a seemingly healthy relationship, but she was also she couldn’t help but feel that there was the slightest amount of tension from the redhead. Sitting next to one another on the couch, talking about their past together, where they wanted things to go, Agnes found that she couldn’t take her eyes off of her. That was bad direction for her thoughts to go but…did she maybe sense something from Rebecca too?
No. That was just her paranoia. Of course when they reach a good point her mind would immediately start to bring up phantoms of things that had never occurred. Rebecca had moved on and she was happy now – that was all that Agnes ever wanted for her ex; to be happy. So, with a sigh and shake of her head to shake loose such inappropriate thoughts, Agnes started her car and headed home.
It was sometime later that Agnes found herself sitting on her couch, Lilith draped over one of her legs, purring as Agnes watched something random on television. She hated to admit it but this show “Grey” was actually pretty fun to watch. It was filled with drama, intrigue, and innuendo that had become famous with the WC network – even flashbacks with the horribly bad wigs. It was enough to make Agnes snicker at first but soon she found herself enveloped in the show that was the “…personification of TV drama…”, as one reviewer put it. She couldn’t think of a better way to end her night.
Most of her confusion about her ex had dissipated and now the insect queen was happy and content. Of course that was only a moment of weakness, something that she and Rebecca had just finished discussing on her show. There were going to be a lot of those in the beginning but it all boiled down to your ability to move pass them – Agnes had been able to do that. She was more proud of herself than she had been in a long time.
Legs curled up underneath her, Agnes was dressed in low-cut boy shorts and a simple pink tank top. Lilith purred comfortable against her pale, exposed thigh, a purr that only deepened every time Agnes’ hand stroked the back of her head. The two would have been comfortable staying like this the rest of the night – that is until a familiar buzzing emitted from the arm of her chair.
Curious, she picked up the phone and spied that she had a new text message. For a second she wondered if maybe it was River but her hopes were dashed (or rather replaced with an odd fluttering) when she saw that it was Rebecca. Swiping and tapping on her phone she pulled up the message…
Ugh.
She quirked her head. Was something wrong? Or was Rebecca just being weird? She wouldn’t put either option pass her. The last drunk message she got from the redhead was just block after block of lyrics (often misspelled) from some Broadway play called “Alexander”. She decided she would try to be a bit playful and respond in a humorous manner.
If that’s you’re attempt at some new age beat poetry, I explained you to years ago, I’m not a fan.
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”Thaur ur obvioosly still things Ah’m workin' through wi' Agnes!”
”When you figure it out, do I get an invite to the wedding?”
Things were still not going “well.”
Rebecca took a deep breath, trying to bring herself back to an appropriate volume, because escalating the situation would only make things worse. Instead of taking a frustrated, dismissive tone, she genuinely asked, ”Whaur is thes comin' frae? Yoo're a’ays sae supportife.”
Nessa shrugged her shoulders. She tried to lessen the bitterness in her voice, but she had never been the type to effectively rein in her emotions. ”I am always supportive. Too supportive, probably. I’m always here when you feel like seeing me.”
It was a cheap shot, but it landed and wounded Rebecca, who felt her impatience rising again. ”Tha’s unfair!”
”Making me your silver medal when you couldn’t have ‘Aggie’ was unfair,” she spat back immediately.
Rebecca looked back, mouth ajar in shock at the accusation. That was not what she did! At least… that was not her intent? Suddenly the redhead was awash with a sense of guilt over something she wanted to adamantly believe was untrue. If she was in a space to reflect on her choices and her feelings, it would be worth spending the time to deal with the possibility that she started her relationship with Vanessa for the wrong reasons.
Except Rebecca was not in that space. She was in the space to be upset with her girlfriend for getting mad about a few moments of eye contact and a hand on a shoulder. ”Ah… Ah need a moment.”
”Yeah, you—”
”A moment withit ye haur.” Rebecca opened the door to her apartment. ”Please.”
It was Nessa’s turn to wear a stunned look on her face, not expecting the reaction from her girlfriend. ”Becca… babe…”
The tonal shift left a pit in Becca’s stomach, but she needed some space. ”It's... nae 'at bad. Ah jist need time tae myself reit noo. Ah'll text ye.”
Nessa seemed like she was resigned to defeat, but she did get a kiss on her way out the door. This was not a breakup fight, and neither girl wanted to push the other too far. Things were getting heated, and that was not the environment for productive conversations about relationships.
Rebecca had issues to work out on two fronts, and texting would make it easier to balance her girlfriend and her ex-girlfriend, (which, thinking about it, was the nature of one of her problems anyway.) Looking back at the phone she had left in the kitchen, she returned to the device to see a reply that made her snort.
If that’s you’re attempt at some new age beat poetry, I explained you to years ago, I’m not a fan.
Falling back onto her couch, Rebecca looked back up at her phone and sent five quick messages; four from the heat of the moment:
How’s this then? A haiku: Girlfriends are so weird Making something of nothing So petty, such salt
And one sent when Rebecca read through her impromptu poetry and realized she was the one being petty, and to the wrong person when considering the nature of the fight:
Okay, maybe I’m not totally in the right here either.
There was a lot of baggage Rebecca needed to sort through, and when she was convinced Nessa would be far enough away not to cross paths, she wanted to take a walk to process things in the twilight of the spring evening. In the meantime, it was finally time to stop procrastinating the conversations she considered long overdue.
Can we talk? I know that is the worst way to start a text, but we just talked about open communication, right?
Agnes lounged back into her couch, idly scratching the top of Lilith’s head as she did so. She amazed herself with how quickly she had grown to begrudgingly accept the stubborn feline into her life. The little beast was hell at first, constantly knocking things over as she explored her new territory. As the days passed, Agnes actually enjoyed that something was happy to great her when she came home from a long day of rehearsals. It helped that, essentially, the kitten was displaying affection towards the violinist, something that was sorely lacking in Agnes’ life. She wasn’t the best substitute she could ask for, but she was close enough.
At least there was no drama when it came to Lilith. Bzzzt! Bzzzzzt! Speaking of…
Agnes reached over to her phone which had been sitting next to her. The sound didn’t seem to bother Lilith in the least but it certainly pulled Agnes out of her train of thoughts. She had been curious when she got that simple, three-letter text message from her ex. The two had only just seen one another none too long ago so what could she possibly want? Not that Agnes was annoyed to receive the message, she just hoped that everything was okay.
Testing the waters out with her own, jokey response, Agnes expected the same from Rebecca. A joke response should be a good indicator that Rebecca was fine and just wanted to chat. Maybe she was watching the same episode she was where Grey’s lover turned out to be her evil first cousin scheming to take over Grey’s life and wanted to comment with her. However when her eyes turned over to the text, it was apparent that that wasn’t the issue.
How’s this then? A haiku: Girlfriends are so weird Making something of nothing So petty, such salt
She arched her brow. Reading that over to herself. That really didn’t sound like the lighthearted jab that she was expecting it to be. Rather it seemed somewhat upset with just a tinge of bitterness in it. What was going on? She mused this question to herself as she arched her thumbs, trying to think up a reply. However, before she could even get one letter typed, her phone pinged again with another message.
Okay, maybe I’m not totally in the right here either.
She shifted a little in her seat. What the hell was going on? It seemed like Rebecca was upset about something but, in her usual manner, was dancing around the issue. It was a habit that Agnes was well aware of from the young Scot, and one that could be quite annoying. However Agnes wasn’t annoyed with her at the moment, she merely wanted to know what the problem was. She too wasn’t going to just outright ask so she kept the conversation going.
I hate haikus too. It’s like you don’t even know me.
A joke. Nothing more. She chewed her lip as she tried to consider a follow up and had started a simple messaging asking if she was okay when her phone pinged again. This time it did bother Lilith who was now standing on Agnes’ lap, pawing at the phone to get total attention. After only a couple of half-hearted scritches, the kitten realized her valuable petting time was being infringed upon and hopped off Agnes’ lap, scuttling towards the kitchen to drink and eat before getting into mischief as retribution.
Agnes sighed as the kitten sauntered away and locked eyes with the phone again.
Can we talk? I know that is the worst way to start a text, but we just talked about open communication, right?
For a second she felt her heart race as she read those first three words. There was so much implied by them that Agnes simply didn’t know which way to turn. What could they need to talk about and why was open communication important here? The tone seemed far too serious to be just a simple and innocent chat. But it wasn’t like they were dating or something and this was a break-up text. Unless…that is what it was? Maybe today she had picked up on some of Agnes’ awkwardness and wanted to stop the whole friendship angle. She wouldn’t blame her, to be honest.
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Rebecca hopped onto her Facespace account to pass the time scrolling through a feed of her friends’ activities for the evening. She certainly was not checking to see if someone might be writing a vague status following an argument with that someone’s girlfriend. Nope, she was only interested in whatever nifty little cooking videos her mother was sharing. She was tempted to send her mother a message saying “girls are so confusing” because she knew it would get a laugh out of Mackenzie. Maybe even a reminder that she was a “free agent” if she wanted to enjoy the simplicity of the menfolk. It sounded like a fun idea, but with the sun setting in New York, her mother was likely sound asleep in Paisley.
Mackenzie knew about her daughter’s new relationship because Rebecca liked to keep her updated on her life, and Nessa also came up in videos. She was aware of Nessa, and as always, supported her daughter in whatever pursuits she chose in life, including romantic ones. Still, it seemed like Nessa was not a focal point of their conversations; Nessa updates usually came as an aside to a more central topic. Rebecca might have been hesitant, because she was aware that, once upon a time, her mother was a fan of her first girlfriend. With Nessa and Becca starting their relationship amidst Agnes returning as a presence in her life, she wondered if her mother might have conflicting feelings on the topic.
Like mother, like daughter, as it turned out.
Bzzzzzt!
I hate haikus too. It’s like you don’t even know me.
It was probably the best move on Agnes’s part; she dodged a clear discussion of Rebecca’s issues with her girlfriend, and she earned some points by making Rebecca chuckle again. She almost typed out a smarta** reply back before her phone buzzed again and reminded her that the haiku was not the last thing she sent.
Um, sure. I can talk. Are you okay?
It was an excellent question. Rebecca had known since they recorded that she had to talk to Agnes about what had been on her mind, but it was only now that she considered coming up with something to actually say.
I’m okay! Totally okay. Having you back in my life has been good. I don’t want you thinking it hasn’t.
[SEND]
Instead of sending her message as one big chunk, she piecemealed it out in pieces so it did not look overwhelming and follow along with her stream of thought. It was first important to point out that she was not trying to say she was unhappy having Agnes around; that would have been an easier conversation, if anything.
Too good, maybe. So I don’t want to scare you with this, or make it into something bigger than it is, but our video hit it on the nose.
[SEND]
Oblivious to the fact that Agnes would have time between each individual message to scrutinize and question what might come next, Rebecca looked at her screen to think of the best way to confess.
I’ve been getting hit hard with that happy nostalgia feeling lately. Memories and feelings. And I don’t want to bog you down with that, and I’ve been worried I’ve been making things weird. Have you seen that?
[SEND]
Rebecca might have started on yet another message, but her phone greeted her with another buzz from a different text chain on her phone. She held her breath, switching over to the ongoing conversation between herself and her girlfriend.
We can’t yell at each other via text. Is it safe to talk here, yet?
Yep, this was going to be a long night, and Rebecca was feeling the sudden need for fresh air, or whatever passed for it in New York. Grabbing her holster and her pocketbook, the redhead gave Domino one last hug for the night before setting out into the city to think of how to handle both conversations she now found herself in.
So there was only the smallest amount of trepidation coursing through Agnes’ body as she waited for her phone to buzz again. Rebecca said that she had wanted to talk, something that she had found increasingly strange. The way it sounded, despite the fact that tone was unable to be processed correctly from a text message, it had the ring of a break-up text. However the two of them were not in a relationship together so that had to be impossible. Unless it wasn’t. They were trying to make things work as just friends but what if that was the issue. Were they just not clicking like they should be?
Agnes chewed on her lip in thought. Really she didn’t know what to think right now. Quietly her knee bounced as she awaited the next text message. She tried to keep the conversation light sounding but she could feel a knot forming in her stomach. Another few bounces of her leg and she took a calming breath. Really there was nothing for her to be anxious about so, with a sigh, she reached over to her table to set her phone down…when it began to ping.
The sudden sound startled Agnes, causing her to squeak in surprise and send her phone careening on the ground. It fell upon its edge before being sent skidding across the smooth, wood paneling of her floor. With a curse on her lips, Agnes shook her head as she moved to her feet and followed after the phone. Bending down, she scooped it up in her hands and sighed, resigning herself to just sitting down on the cool floor with her back against the counter.
Did she even want to read it? She didn’t want to spend the whole night speculating as to what her ex wanted to talk about and she had already said that she was available. To ignore the messages now would have been rude, wouldn’t it? And again, why was she bothering with feeling bad? It didn’t make any sense.
Sucking up her courage, Agnes sighed as she swiped through her phone until she pulled up the latest in a string of messages that seemed to bombard her phone.
I’m okay! Totally okay. Having you back in my life has been good. I don’t want you thinking it hasn’t.
She blinked. ”Okaaaaaay…” she said to herself. Shaking her head she turned to the next message.
Too good, maybe. So I don’t want to scare you with this, or make it into something bigger than it is, but our video hit it on the nose.
A shaky breath fell from her lips as her brows furrowed in confusion. She wanted to shake her phone in a strangling like way in order for it to make any kind of sense. She was really beginning to feel bad but wasn’t sure what she had done. Again, she had her own anxieties about the day filming with her ex, but she also found herself over analyzing everything that occurred. Did she look at her too much? Did Nessa get a vibe that Agnes didn’t mean to release? Or worse, did Rebecca pick up on the vibe? It made the young woman feel a little sick to her stomach that she was potentially going to be saying good-bye to her ex yet again, and all because she couldn’t get her head out of the past.
A breath and she scrolled to the next message…one that actually caused her to forget how to breathe…
I’ve been getting hit hard with that happy nostalgia feeling lately. Memories and feelings. And I don’t want to bog you down with that, and I’ve been worried I’ve been making things weird. Have you seen that?
She gulped as she stared at the text. Part of her was unsure how to process it. How was she even supposed to? Rebecca was scared that she was making things weird? This whole time that was what Agnes herself was scared she was doing! In all honesty she thought that Rebecca had been handling things beautifully. If there was anything weird going on, she never picked up on it.
She shook her head as she typed up a response.
Oh hon. You’re not the only one.
[SEND]
Taking a moment, she quietly tapped her fingertips on her knee, trying to think of how to follow that message up. She didn’t want to just unload everything over text messages either, especially since she didn’t want to make things more awkward. Then again, Rebecca did bring it up…
You’re right. The video today did hit the nail on the head. It’s been kind of hard to...unwind you from me? If that makes sense. But I never thought you made anything weird. You’ve been perfect. Like always.
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It took long enough, but the chills shared by late Winter and early Spring were finally passing, and Rebecca could enjoy the cool air around her as the sky gradually darkened, passing through shades of red and purple as she stepped out of her apartment building. She had no destination in mind, but she had to be cautious; walking and texting on New York sidewalks was a great way to run into her fellow pedestrians. When she could afford to, Rebecca would duck away from the crowds to send her messages before resuming her walk.
After sending Agnes plenty to process, the redhead had a moment to handle her girlfriend. She chose to do so delicately, after their last rough interaction.
It’s safe, but I’m still a little upset you can’t understand that this isn’t easy for me and I’m trying to do right by you and Agnes in different ways.
[SEND]
It was true; Rebecca wanted to tread the delicate line of making her girlfriend happy and getting to the point where her and Agnes could be friends without dealing with so many latent feelings. It was a process, and when it felt like Nessa could not see how hard she was trying, Rebecca struggled to remind herself why she was fighting against her feelings as hard as she was lately.
Her phone buzzed quickly with a new message before Rebecca could resume her walk, so she checked the new text, which she knew was too quick to be Nessa.
Oh hon. You’re not the only one.
…So maybe Rebecca would walk another block to process the realization that she was not alone in dealing with lingering feelings and memories. She walked at a leisurely pace, her hands (and phone) shoved in her pockets as she reflected on the past weeks of friendship with Agnes.
There were moments, in hindsight, where Rebecca could have sworn she felt a spark between the two of them, but she always chalked those moments up to her own nostalgia painting Agnes’s reactions in a favorable light. It was oddly comforting to know she was not alone in struggling with the feelings that connected them to their old relationship. It was similar to the fluttery feeling of realizing someone you liked feels the same way about you; similar enough for Rebecca to recognize that as a dangerous thought.
The phone in her pocket buzzed once more, followed quickly by another vibrating notification. Though Rebecca had not reached the goal she had set for herself, only making it about two-thirds of a block, she could not resist the urge to slip onto a bench to check her new messages.
You’re right. The video today did hit the nail on the head. It’s been kind of hard to...unwind you from me? If that makes sense. But I never thought you made anything weird. You’ve been perfect. Like always.
You’re right, I’m struggling to understand. I’m not close to my exes because I’m not sure those friendships work. And you and Agnes were this big thing. Can’t you see why that scares me?
Suddenly Rebecca Grey had her pick of complex emotional quagmires to tread into first; how fortunate. Both texts were challenging in different ways. Nessa was asking her to recognize the concerns about her friendship with Agnes and recognize their legitimacy. Agnes, meanwhile, called her perfect and gave her butterflies.
Rebecca Grey was weak and chose to address the butterflies first.
I get it. We were a big thing. We’ll always be a part of each other. I’m trying to balance that, but it’s tough. I’m not perfect, sugar.
[SEND]
She looked down at her phone, ignoring her habitual inclusion of old pet names, wrestling with the decision to admit one of her more recent, more challenging struggles.
When I slept over, sleeping in your pajamas and smelling you on me was not easy. I had to keep myself from knocking on your door. I knew better, but it was tempting.
[SEND]
Open, honest communication, right?
Flipping over to the text from Nessa, where she had inadvertently stolen one of the first lines of her text to Agnes, Rebecca gathered her thoughts. It was hard to ignore Nessa’s worries when she was admitting they were valid in another text chain.
I can. I get it. I’m not going to pretend I don’t have feelings for Agnes I’m still working through. But I have feelings for you too, Ness. I’m trying.
[SEND]
Rebecca got back up to her feet. The bench was hard, and if she let herself sit there staring anxiously at her phone waiting for replies, she would only hurt her heart and her bottom.
At this point Agnes had picked herself up from off the floor and was casually beginning to pace her apartment. With her phone in her hand, she kept glancing at it, waiting for it to buzz again. She was too scared to attempt to put it down again out of fear of watching it skid out of her hand like an unruly hockey puck, however she knew that she was being rather unreasonable. She couldn’t spend the rest of her life just holding onto her phone. So, with a firm look, she marched over to her couch and gently set it down on one of the pillows. Leaving it there, she took a step back and just allowed herself to breathe.
Why was she allowing herself to get so worked up? It didn’t make sense to her. She was trying so hard to keep things between her and Rebecca good. She didn’t want to jeopardize it by reminiscing too much. However, tonight she learned that she wasn’t the only one suffering in this way. Rebecca herself had admitted that she was having some trouble moving pass all the intruding memories that the two of them had built living in New York all this time. As she had texted, it was hard to unwind themselves from one another; so much so that Agnes was beginning to wonder if she should have come back to New York at all. If she had just stayed with the Little Traveling Orchestra, would she have been happier? Would she and River have been happier?
A glance to her kitten who was busy lapping up water and Agnes felt her lip twitch into a small smile. It wasn’t the same as having the love of her life here but she guessed the kitten amounted to something, right?
Moving to her kitchen, she stepped around Lilith as she reached into her fridge for a small bottle of hard apple cider. Pulling it to her lips, she took a sip when her phone buzzed once again from her couch. A deep sigh and she returned to it, plucking it up from the cushion and began to read…
I get it. We were a big thing. We’ll always be a part of each other. I’m trying to balance that, but it’s tough. I’m not perfect, sugar.
She couldn’t help it. Her heart skipped a little beat at ready one of the many old pet names that Rebecca had for her. The two of them had a plethora, of course, but it was “Sugar” that seemed to stick the most. It made the young insect queen’s smile broader, it made her heart race, and it flooded her with thoughts about their former relationship. How many times did her saying that name just melt all the clouds away from a bad day? How many times was it whispered in her ear after a blissful night?
And how many times, after their break-up, did Agnes awaken from a dream, in her lone bed, waiting to hear a name that wouldn’t be uttered because no one was there? She gulped, the tears started to well in the corners of her eyes again. Thankfully another ping pulled out of her sadness as she read the next text.
When I slept over, sleeping in your pajamas and smelling you on me was not easy. I had to keep myself from knocking on your door. I knew better, but it was tempting. .
Agnes frozen. Finding her legs a little weak, she found her seat on the couch, staring at her phone and reading the same text over and over and over again. She thought back to that evening, to her own issues with standing in her bedroom, looking at the door, and struggling with the memories and thoughts that diabolically poked at her. She had imagined Rebecca sleeping out there, her body curled up on her couch, draped in a thin blanket. It was a thought that pursued Agnes until she had forced herself to sleep and hopefully forget it by morning; she didn’t.
Calming her racing heart, Agnes looked at her phone closely, trying to decide how to best respond. However, as it seemed that Rebecca was being honest, maybe it as only kindest to reciprocate? Her fingers trembled as she typed out a response, almost scared of the words that popped into her mind. But, still, she persisted until she reached the end of her text and sent it without stopping lest she change her mind.
Oh Gingersnap…I...understand more than you know.
Truth be told, well, I wanted nothing more than you to do that too. Heh. I guess I’m just as bad at this as you are.
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There was something appropriately stressful about juggling conversations with Agnes and Nessa simultaneously; in a way, it felt like a reflection of how she had been handling those relationships all along. Maybe Nessa was just taking a more honest look at their relationship than Becca was, and that thought was scary. It only grew scarier as her phone buzzed again, prompting her to check her phone while walking.
Yes. You have feelings for me. You like me. You loved Agnes. Do you still?
”The ****, watch where you’re going, lady!”
Rebecca was jolted back into reality by a burly man moving out of the way of the out-of-focus redhead with surprisingly nimble feet. ”Och, sorry,” she mumbled, remembering why she would usually stop to check and reply to her messages.
For the moment, she pressed forward, giving the message some thought. The question left her stomach turning as she asked it to herself. Did she still love Agnes? Surely, a part of her always will, but that felt like a copout in the situation she now found herself in. If Agnes’s next message asked her to be with her, would she find it in her to say no? Her brain was telling her she would because she had a girlfriend, but something deeper in her tingled at the thought that Agnes want to try things again.
Bzzzzzt!
Feeling her heart skip a beat, Rebecca learned from her mistake and pressed herself against the brick wall of a liquor store.
Oh Gingersnap…I...understand more than you know. Truth be told, well, I wanted nothing more than you to do that too. Heh. I guess I’m just as bad at this as you are.
So it was not Agnes asking Rebecca to take her back, but it was still an admission that she wanted her the night she slept over. Agnes wanted Rebecca like Rebecca wanted Agnes, and if she had mustered up the courage to knock on that door, she would not have slept alone that night.
Except sleeping alone was not a problem for Rebecca; she had a girlfriend. She had a caring, fun, understanding girlfriend, and she was still pining for her ex. She felt her own guilt growing thinking back to Nessa’s question, because Nessa was good to her, but she was not Agnes… maybe that was just the problem. If Agnes had invited her into bed, she knew deep down in her heart that Nessa would not have been enough to keep her on the couch.
She still loved Agnes. It was the reason being friends felt like such a challenge. Yes, plenty of exes could learn to live with the ghosts of their past feelings so a friendship could last, but that was not the problem. Rebecca’s feelings were not in the past, and it was starting to sound like Agnes’s were not either.
Rebecca knew how she was feeling, even if she was in denial, trying to convince herself she was misinterpreting her emotions again. Still, the pull of curiosity was too strong, and her finger swiped along the letters of her phone’s keyboard, as if against the requests of her mind, to ask the question that was now plaguing her.
Are these past feelings, or are they just feelings?
[SEND]
If there was no River and there was no Nessa… would we still just be friends?
[SEND]
The question was out there now and Rebecca could not pull it back. If there were no other women in the picture, and all there was to be concerned with was Rebecca Grey and Agnes Nicholas, would the two women hesitate to pull the trigger and give love another chance? Maybe she was off-base, and Agnes no longer loved her like she one did, and if she did, maybe it did not matter; love was not a reason to go back to something that did not last the first time. All Rebecca cared about was knowing the truth.
Speaking of the truth… she looked back at the question Nessa asked that started it all…
Part of me will always love Agnes. I can’t help that.
A copout it would be, as Rebecca was not ready or able to admit that her love for Agnes was still in her heart, not hiding as a remnant in the corner, but prominently driving her. As she returned to walking the sidewalks of the city, even if she had not figured out her destination yet, she was subconsciously taking a familiar direction.
She was actually feeling pretty stupid now that she re-read the text to herself. She shouldn’t have sent it. Part of her chastised herself for saying what she actually felt. She should have just left it buried and pressed on with the idea that these were Rebecca’s feelings alone. This was getting into dangerous territory that she knew she didn’t want to cross into – or did she? Admittedly there was a part of her (a much larger part that she refused to admit existed) where the young woman wanted to be selfish. She wanted to profess that she was struggling with her own lingering feelings for the redhead. After all they shared, how could she not? But again, she didn’t want to be that woman.
A deep breath and the violinist attempted to calm herself down. She was lounging in her couch now, laying the phone on her chest as she stared up at the ceiling. She could hear the sounds of Lilith as she padded around the room, resuming explorations now that the needs of food and drink had been met. Agnes didn’t bother to look for the kitten as she found her mind too entrenched in the conversation that was happening; partially she wondered why it was happening.
Her mind drifted back to earlier, to when she was around both Nessa and Rebecca. Everything seemed fine between the two of them. Nessa was even sweet enough to work on Agnes’ make-up so what was the problem? She began to muse of something had occurred after she had left but as he mind started to wander, she felt the buzzing on her chest. Plucking up her phone and peered at the new messages that had come through, momentarily forgetting what she had last sent.
Are these past feelings, or are they just feelings?
If there was no River and there was no Nessa… would we still just be friends?
Blood pounded in her ears as she read the messages that had been sent. The two of them had reached a point of no return. How Agnes responded to this was probably going to decide how the rest of this played out. If she had replied that they were feelings just in the past and that the two of them were destined to just be friends, that would probably be the nail in the coffin of their relationship. If their friendship would survive, she didn’t know; what she did know was that any thoughts of a romantic rekindling would be dashed from then on. It would be the ending that they had both been toting since they found each other again.
But…if Agnes revealed that her feelings were not yet finished, that there would have been hope for their reunion, then that was very, very risky territory. It mean that there were sparks still there, sparks that were dangerously close to becoming a wildfire, one that she honestly didn’t know she would be able to stop if she set it free.
She gulped, taking a few moments of silence in order to attempt to figure out how she wanted to do this. The clearest answer as to go the safe route – to lie, or at least attempt to convince herself, that there wasn’t anything between them anymore. If she did that then it would be a clean break. It would hurt but any lingering feelings could finally, mercifully, be allowed to pass. Rebecca had Nessa and, even if River didn’t come back to her, Agnes could move on with her life instead of being stuck in the past.
A heavy sigh. As much as she didn’t want to admit it to herself…the answer was right in front of her. With a tear rolling down the corner of her cheek, she quickly typed out a response before she lost her nerve.
[SEND]
A few heavy minutes passed before a text would finally pop up on Rebecca’s phone. A text which would read:
I could never stop wanting you…no matter who was in my life.
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None of the texts Rebecca was sending felt safe. She was playing a dangerous game where she was unsure what her goal was, and everything in her life was seemingly at stake. She took a risk asking Agnes if she was the only one still dealing with being in love. She backed away from a risk by not admitting to Nessa that her feelings for Agnes were love. That sounded like such a scary thing to commit to; if she told her girlfriend, that could be the signal of the end for their relationship, and was that what Rebecca wanted? Maybe her and Agnes would clear the air and realize they just had to move forward. She really did like Nessa. She really did love Agnes.
Ugh. There had to be some better system than dating to find the person you were supposed to end up with. This way was so… messy. Still, it was selfish to withhold her feelings just to delay a potential breakup. She was tiptoeing around the truth, and Nessa deserved to know why things were so strained; she clearly had her suspicions already, after all.
Rebecca pulled out her phone with the intention of adding a more honest response to Nessa, but her phone surprised her with a popup notification of a new text from Agnes.
I could never stop wanting you…no matter who was in my life.
The words wiped her mind clear, resetting her until nothing that came before that text was left. She could feel her heart fluttering, sending a shiver across her skin. Even the hand that held the phone was trembling. That was the message she was waiting for, right? The one she had been silently hoping to receive for months. They both still wanted to be together. Could it be that simple?
No. They had a past, and it was not simple and clean. There were things they needed to talk through, which said nothing of the romantic situations they had to consider. They wanted to be together, but that did not mean it was right or what either woman needed. Rebecca could have replied, and even typed out, “We need to talk,” in her phone before deciding to close out of her message app and shove her phone in her pocket. It seemed excessive to text now, when they could just talk things out face to face.
After all, after allowing her feet to carry her forward without direction, she now found herself standing in the entryway of Agnes’s apartment building.
Rebecca ascended the stairs gingerly, still feeling a tingle throughout her body like excitement or anticipation. She knew the steps to figuring out what she wanted now: she had to talk to Agnes about what they were feeling and what they wanted, giving real thought to the consequences and questions that needed to be addressed if they wanted to try things again. Reaching Agnes’s floor, Rebecca stood in front of the closed wooden door that was wedged between her and whatever came next. She could hear the muffled sound of music in the apartment, so she was sure Agnes had not left for the evening.
Taking a deep breath and steeling her resolve, Rebecca knocked on the door.
The response was not immediate, but eventually the door swung open and Rebecca was greeted by a wordless Agnes. Their eyes met, and for a brief moment, they looked at each other silently.
And all thought and rationality fled Rebecca’s mind as she moved forward and found Agnes’s lips with her own, joining in a passionate kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around the slender body she had missed for so long.
If she thought the text she had sent before was bad, she couldn’t understand how stupid she felt after sending this one. She stared at her text message, again and again, wondering just what the **** was wrong with her? What was her problem? Logically the answer that she should have sent was that everything was in the past and that there was no need to bring it up now. It would have made it so much easier, so much better for everyone involved. Rebecca could go back, happy with Nessa, and Agnes could continue her tribulation of waiting to find out if her fiancée would ever return to her. But no, she had to go and be selfish – all in the name of honesty.
Giving up on wanting to continue her show on TV, Agnes grabbed her remote, clicked it off and instead turned on her stereo. She cycled through her memorized playlists until a familiar one came on. Leaving it at that, she just took a deep breath and closed her eyes, lamenting on her idiotic move. Some adviser she turned out to be. Maybe it really was a bad idea to have done that video together. Clearly it just stirred up a bunch of emotions that she, nor Rebecca, were ready to face.
It wasn’t until now that Agnes had realized that several minutes had passed. Her eyebrow quirked as she picked up the phone from her chest and looked at the screen – no new messages. Cycling back to the message menu, she pulled up her last text – still no new messages. Refresh – still empty. She began to panic a little. Did she make this worse? Was Rebecca cursing and ranting at her phone at Agnes’ words displayed on the screen? Did she hurl her phone out the window in disappointment? Surely she had received her message by now and read it….right?
A shaky breath. She shook her head as she tried to shake off the thoughts that were invading her mind. She was letting her imagination get the better of her but the evidence was stacking up against her. As much as she wanted to know what was happening, at the end of the day, the facts alone told her that this was a bad sign. No phone call, no reply text, not even an Facespace or Speedigraph message. None of that boded well for her current circumstance.
Sitting up, she sighed as she tossed her phone on her coffee table and shook her head – she as such a **** up. Hearing a soft purr, she looked up to see Lilith standing in front of her, head tilted and a tiny purr in her throat. Her eyes teared up a little as she reached over and scratched the kitten atop her head; at least someone loved her.
A song pumped out of her speakers, one of her favorites, if she remembered correctly. She had only recently discovered it after River had left to rejoin the Little Traveling Orchestra. There was something so sweet and loving about the song. She could see herself dancing with a lover, though their face was never identified. It was more of a feeling than an actual picture – but the feeling was familiar nonetheless.
Agnes didn’t get the muse on this thought too long as there was a sudden, yet soft, knocking upon her door. Turning to face it, she stared at the wood paneling in confusion, unsure of who could be visiting her at this hour. For the briefest of moments she thought that maybe it was River but she doubted that was something she could handle right now. When another knock came, and the realization that they wouldn’t be going away, the young violinist sighed as she moved onto her feet, moved to the door, and pulled it open.
She blinked. Standing there, on the other side, was the lovely redhead that she had just been speaking to via text message. She opened her mouth to ask her if everything was okay, but her lips only barely parted when she caught the look in Rebecca’s eye. She was immediately pulled her, her own eyes holding her firm as sapphires became trapped in the mismatched. She could feel something building in her at that point, something that she wasn’t quite sure she knew how to process. It was like a fire, a spark catching kindling that was slowly beginning to race and burn throughout her entire body. No words could be formed, the only look she could give was a tender bite of her lower lip.
Then it happened. Closing the gap between them, Rebecca stepped in and pressed her lips firm against Agnes’. The violinist squeaked in surprise but her surprise quickly melted away as the fire pumped through her veins a little faster. Feeling Rebecca’s arms wrap around her, Agnes felt her skin electrify at the touch. As Rebecca’s lips began to pull away, Agnes took a second to catch her breath, standing there, staring dumbfounded at the Scot, her arms still wrapped around her. For another pregnant pause they just stared at one another until Agnes did the one thing she never thought she would do again…
Both hands raised, Agnes softly cupped Rebecca’s freckled cheeks and pushed in tight against her. Their forms melded, snapping together like wayward puzzle pieces. Agnes pressed her lips against Rebecca’s kissing her back with just as much passion at Rebecca greeted her with. Breath was taken away as the walls holding back the adoration and zeal Agnes had for this woman was finally let loose. Her hands slipping away from the Scot’s face, she wrapped them around Rebecca’s waist before pulling at her shirt and leading her towards the bedroom.
There was no need for words anymore. Words didn’t have meaning anymore – only actions did; actions that were long overdue…
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The song playing in the background was acoustic and slow and likely lovely, but Rebecca could not concern herself with anything further than the two feet in front of her occupied by the woman she could not get over half a decade later. Approaching the door, she was sure she had every intention of displaying patience and being a paragon of good decision making, but when met with a delicately bitten lip and piercing blue eyes, Rebecca stood no chance. She never did.
The first kiss was intense, but short, and for a moment, Rebecca worried she had jumped to the wrong conclusion, made the wrong choice, and ruined whatever was between them in one rushed decision. She pulled away nervous, saying nothing, choosing only to gaze deeply into Agnes’s sight, hoping to glean some sign of what was going through the mind hiding past the sapphire.
And then there were hands at Rebecca’s cheeks, and her skin was lit aflame with heat at her touch. The space temporarily made available between them vanished as they both committed to the kiss and every kiss to follow. One of Becca’s hands trailed up Agnes’s back until she was grasping at and running her fingers through the dark waves of hair. Her free hand was wandering; a shoulder, the small of the back, a hip—treading once familiar skin to relearn the subtle differences of Agnes’s body after years apart.
Rebecca felt the tug at her sweatshirt in the direction of Agnes’s bedroom, and while the plan sounded ideal, she had no intention of breaking their kiss after waiting so long to enjoy the taste of Agnes’s lips again. Agnes pulled her along, treading backwards, and once they reached Agnes’s door, Rebecca pushed Agnes’s back against the wood so she could press her body more firmly against her once-ex-now-current-lover’s form. Kisses strayed from lips to earlobes, jawlines, necklines, until one of them managed to get a hand on the doorknob and grant them entry into the bedroom.
From there, there was stumbling and hasty removal of clothing, with tops tossed haphazardly and jeans shimmied off, left abandoned along the path to the bed, Rebecca’s falling with a thud with the pistol worn on her hip, though neither woman gave the sound much thought.
They were past thought. They were reveling in feelings and warmth and tender embraces they never thought they would share again. Rebecca knew once the rush and the ecstasy eventually started to fade, they would have to address the realities of what they were doing, but now was not the time for those conversations.
Looking up at the pale-skinned beauty positioned above her in all her glory, Rebecca’s hand reached up and cupped Agnes’s cheek. Her breath was still shaky, but she managed to say, ”Ah loove ye, Aggie.” If those were the only words she spoke all night, they would be enough. Content in the world-excluding bubble of their love, Rebecca allowed herself to give in to bliss.