[ the emptiness is jarring, a throbbing lack forming a migraine dissipating into a feeling of longing for the odd fullness that used to occupy his mental processes. a place for everything, and everything and everyone in their proper places, slotted in. but there's one presence in particular that flares bright in the back of his mind - the lingering scent of magnolias gone a little stale in the back of his mind, chocolate tasting sweet but bitter in the back of his throat.
he feels her before he sees her, and that should be jarring if he hadn't been doing it on the station since his arrival. the shape of her in their uniform jumpsuits is unmistakable, shock of white hair in her profile enough as he moves towards her with softened steps, heel-ball-toe and carefully choreographed. peter's worked in silence more times than he can count. he can handle, for once, not opening his mouth. ]
(Behind you, darling.)
[ he can feel the link, there and warm, and he strokes along it carefully as he approaches her. "hush" they'd said, but this counts, doesn't it? ]
arrival (it's me, just with a pb /thumbs up)
he feels her before he sees her, and that should be jarring if he hadn't been doing it on the station since his arrival. the shape of her in their uniform jumpsuits is unmistakable, shock of white hair in her profile enough as he moves towards her with softened steps, heel-ball-toe and carefully choreographed. peter's worked in silence more times than he can count. he can handle, for once, not opening his mouth. ]
( Behind you, darling. )
[ he can feel the link, there and warm, and he strokes along it carefully as he approaches her. "hush" they'd said, but this counts, doesn't it? ]