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voyagers2014-04-04 07:13 pm
somanyadjectives) wrote in voyagers2014-04-04 07:13 pm
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open } { next stop - carnival cruises?
Stefan is following Rebekah out of their cabin.
Well, technically he wasn't following her, exactly, he was trying to catch her pull her back into the cabin and go back to pretending the rest of the world doesn't exist - it's an adequate distraction, really, all things considered, to distract him from the things he's missing and will never have again. They travel and see the world and take comfort in each other. It's the life they could have had, once upon a time, before her brother interfered and robbed them both of it.
So he reaches for her as she's heading out the door, shirt untucked over a pair of suit pants and shoes, but as he stumbles through the door after her, he finds himself not on the train that was rocking them quickly towards the next stop in their journey. No, instead he was standing on the deck of a cruise ship, staring out into an ocean. He blinks at his surroundings for a moment, briefly looking to his left and right for any sign of Rebekah, before letting out a groan.
Damn rifts.
He's angry for now, because anger is easier to summon and address, rather than considering the idea that he may have just been separated from the last important person he had. The grief will probably come later, once he's determined how long he's stuck here for. Is it for a few hours? Days? Years? It's hard to tell, really.
For right now, he'll just look fairly annoyed as he wanders down the hallways, trying to see what there is to see before it rears up and eats him. He did not survive the destruction of Chicago to be eaten by a sea monster.
Well, technically he wasn't following her, exactly, he was trying to catch her pull her back into the cabin and go back to pretending the rest of the world doesn't exist - it's an adequate distraction, really, all things considered, to distract him from the things he's missing and will never have again. They travel and see the world and take comfort in each other. It's the life they could have had, once upon a time, before her brother interfered and robbed them both of it.
So he reaches for her as she's heading out the door, shirt untucked over a pair of suit pants and shoes, but as he stumbles through the door after her, he finds himself not on the train that was rocking them quickly towards the next stop in their journey. No, instead he was standing on the deck of a cruise ship, staring out into an ocean. He blinks at his surroundings for a moment, briefly looking to his left and right for any sign of Rebekah, before letting out a groan.
Damn rifts.
He's angry for now, because anger is easier to summon and address, rather than considering the idea that he may have just been separated from the last important person he had. The grief will probably come later, once he's determined how long he's stuck here for. Is it for a few hours? Days? Years? It's hard to tell, really.
For right now, he'll just look fairly annoyed as he wanders down the hallways, trying to see what there is to see before it rears up and eats him. He did not survive the destruction of Chicago to be eaten by a sea monster.