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legionmissions2017-10-14 09:42 pm
captainbuzzkill) wrote in legionmissions2017-10-14 09:42 pm
Red Sky At Night [locked to Dipper and Pidge]
Who| Locked to Pidge and Dipper
What| Finally having a quiet time to talk after all these missions
Where| A beach on Earth at night
When| After the recent missions
Warnings/Notes| N/A
The Isle of Lewis in Scotland is still pretty remote and undeveloped, despite the rest of Earth being built up so much over the centuries. The only difference now as compared to the past is that climate control means the inhabited parts are much warmer. Instead of being cold like it should be naturally, there's a balmy breeze over the beach.
The sky is beautiful here. It's dark enough that the bands of the Milky Way can be seen, and up this far north, the aurora is visible. It shimmers through the sky in snaking waves.
Dipper can understand why she came here. Thanks to the T-gates and their flight rings, they're not limited to Legion World when they need a place to be alone. They can go anywhere on any planet they want, and that opens up all kinds of options for solitude. It seems like a very good place to be alone -- and that means it's all that much more significant that when he asked if she was okay and if she wanted company that she told him to come here. He knows she's basically letting him into a place that's being used for refuge.
He lands not far from where she's sitting and kicks off his boots the second he's down. He grew up a stone's throw away from the beach but between Gravity Falls and being in space, it's been far too long since he's felt sand under his toes.
"It's nice here. It seems like a good alone-ey place."
He doesn't know what happened on her mission or how close she wants to be right now so he briefly puts his hand on her shoulder as he sits, a gentle 'I'm here if you need me' but otherwise gives her a little space. He's definitely within scooting distance, though.
"Are you okay?" he asks. "The last few missions have been a little..."
He can't think of a way to describe it that really gets the thought across so he just makes a sad trombone noise instead. It's been a rough few months.
What| Finally having a quiet time to talk after all these missions
Where| A beach on Earth at night
When| After the recent missions
Warnings/Notes| N/A
The Isle of Lewis in Scotland is still pretty remote and undeveloped, despite the rest of Earth being built up so much over the centuries. The only difference now as compared to the past is that climate control means the inhabited parts are much warmer. Instead of being cold like it should be naturally, there's a balmy breeze over the beach.
The sky is beautiful here. It's dark enough that the bands of the Milky Way can be seen, and up this far north, the aurora is visible. It shimmers through the sky in snaking waves.
Dipper can understand why she came here. Thanks to the T-gates and their flight rings, they're not limited to Legion World when they need a place to be alone. They can go anywhere on any planet they want, and that opens up all kinds of options for solitude. It seems like a very good place to be alone -- and that means it's all that much more significant that when he asked if she was okay and if she wanted company that she told him to come here. He knows she's basically letting him into a place that's being used for refuge.
He lands not far from where she's sitting and kicks off his boots the second he's down. He grew up a stone's throw away from the beach but between Gravity Falls and being in space, it's been far too long since he's felt sand under his toes.
"It's nice here. It seems like a good alone-ey place."
He doesn't know what happened on her mission or how close she wants to be right now so he briefly puts his hand on her shoulder as he sits, a gentle 'I'm here if you need me' but otherwise gives her a little space. He's definitely within scooting distance, though.
"Are you okay?" he asks. "The last few missions have been a little..."
He can't think of a way to describe it that really gets the thought across so he just makes a sad trombone noise instead. It's been a rough few months.
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"People've been throwing around the word 'traumatizing' a lot." It's a joke and it's not, lighthearted and way too heavy at the same time. She wants to decide for herself if she's been traumatized or not, no matter how many people (Wash) try to tell her that's not how it works.
"Iiiiii think I'm going to go with 'rough' right now."
She does scoot closer, letting her hand run through the sand and the other wrap around his shoulders.
She still doesn't know if she's OK or not, but this is a lot closer than she's been in the last few days.
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So, scooting? Good. But the fact that the word "traumatizing" has been bandied around? Bad. Very bad.
"Do you need to talk about it? Or do you just want, y'know... this?"
The snuggling.
"You know how it is. I've done the whole trauma merry-go-around enough that I...I figured some stuff out. Just like you've figured stuff out. But sometimes we figure out different stuff, so if you need it, we can try to do another stuff exchange? And see if that helps."
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She feels like she has been talking about it, way more than she's ever been inclined to talk about her problems naturally. When Pidge has a problem, she does something about it.
Somehow, talking just doesn't feel like doing anything about it, no matter how many people have told her otherwise.
On the other hand, this isn't really doing anything either, even if this is nice. Maybe she should quit trying to justify herself and enjoy all the this she can, right in the moment.
So she sits with him for a few minutes, enjoying the closeness, watching the stars and forgetting the time. (OK, she can't stop herself from timing out about 6 and a half minutes before she speaks again, but it felt longer.)
"I just...I keep trying to analyze what happened. I guess part of me feels like I should have been able to do better somehow." She's glad she's leaning against Dipper, because otherwise she'd curl in on herself. "I know that's not true. I've gone over it over and over again but...I dunno, it's like there's a GOTO command somewhere in my brain that I misplaced the parameters for."
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Besides, he's gotten better at coming out of his head a little and staying in the moment. At one point, he realized that it helped a lot, when it came to dealing with all the scary and traumatic stuff. Focusing on the good things in between - really, really focusing and feeling them - sort of helps in a weird way. It means the bad things don't feel like the only things that happen.
"It's not like a programming thing. Everything we're doing, all this hero stuff we have to deal with, it's random, senseless, and sometimes stupid. It's not like a video game where if you make the right dialog choices you get the Good Ending instead of the Bad or Standard Ending. It's random and unpredictable and sometimes super weird."
He squeezes her slightly, reassuringly.
"That's scary because it means a lot of things are outside our control. But it's also a good thing, too. That means when things go wrong, it's not always our fault. If we get hurt, we shouldn't blame ourselves or act like we deserved it by making mistakes. And at the end of the day, we're not the ones trying to hurt people and none of these bad things would happen - to us or anyone else - without the bad guys trying to be bad guys."