play a jingle, it's a mingle!

[geonomy]

Who: Vanquish crew and visitors
Broadcast: why
Action: Anywhere on board the Vanquish!
When: 11/25 and on!

[The ship is looking classier and cooler now, and what's this? Nice little gifts? Say it ain't so! Surely this must take some investigating!

Or, rather, some mingling! Haha!]

Comments

[mucked]

Budding, blossomed, and barely begun when she'd grabbed him from the back of the jeep and kissed him goodbye. Too late to name and too frantic a battle to bother with discussing it, love had been left implied. Felt, but not spoken. And then he was gone. And then she was alone -- carrying a torch that burned so hot sometimes, even after the war, that she feared fresh scars.

"I mentioned actions speaking louder than words. Well -- his actions may as well have been shouting for all their volume." Clarification hardly seemed necessary, and yet nothing was settled. It wasn't a question of love, she didn't think. But more of all the history he'd skipped and she had yet to make. He knew of things she could never be told, and that put her at a severe disadvantage. Perhaps too much of one.

"You might as well get your chiding done with now, Rogue." Peggy managed a watered-down smile. "Snogging's no substitute for talking. I know it. You know it. But it likely needs saying all the same."

Problem was, they'd never talked before either. Love had been an unspoken fact; romance an impossibility. The war had allowed them their silence. But now...

[touchofrogue]

'Snogging' was a very fun word, part of Rogue's mind noted absently. She liked it.

She gave Carter a quick grin. "Ain't nothin' wrong with 'snogging'. Sometimes it gets the point settled right quickly."

And it was fun, moreover. Many times, talking was not. "But if you're askin' for my official diagnosis..." she trailed off, her smile softening and fading before she shook her head. "Sounds ta me like... a big part of it is you're comin' at it from a place with a lot of built up... stuff. But ya ain't never laid the groundwork for how ta really be in a relationship, talk things through. It might feel like you're here," Rogue raised a hand about a foot and a half off the table, "but you're really here," and she lowered the hand to hovering only a few inches above it. "Seems ta me like acknowledgin' that would be the first step ta gettin' where you want it to be."

And normally, she'd follow this up with something like 'but what do I know' except when it came to difficult relationships with difficult people... yeah, Rogue did know. And she wasn't ashamed of that.