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epidemiology2017-04-08 12:46 am
sheriffing) wrote in epidemiology2017-04-08 12:46 am
closed | I don't really need to look very much further.
CHARACTERS: Emma Swan, Graham Humbert
DATE: recently??
WARNINGS: none, will update if necessary
SUMMARY: Emma is recovering from the virus, hopefully their relationship can recover from it, too.
After everything they've been through, the distance shouldn't surprise her. She is, probably in both of their minds, the one who put it there. There's no blaming Graham for that, he was the one who had wanted to stay with her once she'd realized she was infected. He'd offered to go into quarantine with her for the simple purpose of being with her there, and with the risks of the virus and the aggression and the added threat of her magic, it didn't make sense to agree to it. She'd asked for space neither of them had wanted, and it's not as easy as walking back into the neglected apartment that the two of them had shared and expecting things to be the way they used to be.
Both of them have been busy helping to set things right in this world, when administering the cure is just the beginning. Emma had received it herself early on, and while she has moments of feeling a little sick, or a slight dizziness that comes and goes every once in a while, she's starting to feel like herself again. More honestly, she's starting to feel like crap for the reluctance in how Graham approaches her when they're alone, like he's not entirely sure how to communicate whatever it is he's feeling now.
It's not a conversation Emma entirely knows how to start either, and yet she doesn't know how she's going to continue to sleep in the same space with him unless she knows she's still welcome here. Maybe what she's done isn't easily forgiven, but it'd kept him safe long enough for them to struggle with it. That's something, right? It's at least enough to get her to call him over to the couch at the end of a long day, after they'd eaten in near silence and with only the grumbles of greedy wolves to distract them.
She doesn't speak until he joins her, and even then there's a pillow she pulls into her lap to delay the conversation further. He's going to think she's insane for initiating this, but they can't keep going like this, can they? "I know you're still upset with me," it's quiet, respectful, like she won't push if he doesn't have anything to add. "Things are different than they were a few weeks ago, and that's not because of the virus or anything that's happened in the city, it's on me."
DATE: recently??
WARNINGS: none, will update if necessary
SUMMARY: Emma is recovering from the virus, hopefully their relationship can recover from it, too.
After everything they've been through, the distance shouldn't surprise her. She is, probably in both of their minds, the one who put it there. There's no blaming Graham for that, he was the one who had wanted to stay with her once she'd realized she was infected. He'd offered to go into quarantine with her for the simple purpose of being with her there, and with the risks of the virus and the aggression and the added threat of her magic, it didn't make sense to agree to it. She'd asked for space neither of them had wanted, and it's not as easy as walking back into the neglected apartment that the two of them had shared and expecting things to be the way they used to be.
Both of them have been busy helping to set things right in this world, when administering the cure is just the beginning. Emma had received it herself early on, and while she has moments of feeling a little sick, or a slight dizziness that comes and goes every once in a while, she's starting to feel like herself again. More honestly, she's starting to feel like crap for the reluctance in how Graham approaches her when they're alone, like he's not entirely sure how to communicate whatever it is he's feeling now.
It's not a conversation Emma entirely knows how to start either, and yet she doesn't know how she's going to continue to sleep in the same space with him unless she knows she's still welcome here. Maybe what she's done isn't easily forgiven, but it'd kept him safe long enough for them to struggle with it. That's something, right? It's at least enough to get her to call him over to the couch at the end of a long day, after they'd eaten in near silence and with only the grumbles of greedy wolves to distract them.
She doesn't speak until he joins her, and even then there's a pillow she pulls into her lap to delay the conversation further. He's going to think she's insane for initiating this, but they can't keep going like this, can they? "I know you're still upset with me," it's quiet, respectful, like she won't push if he doesn't have anything to add. "Things are different than they were a few weeks ago, and that's not because of the virus or anything that's happened in the city, it's on me."