[Eren’s lucky that she doesn’t have the energy to question it. He wants her to do what, now? Play pretend really, really hard? God, what is this day…]
[But Aubrey… shuts her eyes, and plays pretend, really, really hard.]
[It’s not a specific room she pictures, but a couple distinct visuals come to mind anyway. The first: a yellow-green living room, flowers lining the windowsills; no bed, but there’s a couch, and maybe some sleeping bags and a pillow fort set up around it. And… hm, no, that’s bittersweet now. Maybe more bitter. Moving on—
[The other: bigger bedroom, and an even bigger pillow fort. That memory’s sad in its own way, but less… complicated, somehow. Brighter. The sun streams in, someone’s humming softly, and life is good.
[Seems she hasn’t shut out the ache of nostalgia just yet.]
[It might not affect the result of whatever Eren’s doing much, and bandages have barely factored in. But it’s nice, for the moment, to remember.]
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[Eren’s lucky that she doesn’t have the energy to question it. He wants her to do what, now? Play pretend really, really hard? God, what is this day…]
[But Aubrey… shuts her eyes, and plays pretend, really, really hard.]
[It’s not a specific room she pictures, but a couple distinct visuals come to mind anyway. The first: a yellow-green living room, flowers lining the windowsills; no bed, but there’s a couch, and maybe some sleeping bags and a pillow fort set up around it. And… hm, no, that’s bittersweet now. Maybe more bitter. Moving on—
[The other: bigger bedroom, and an even bigger pillow fort. That memory’s sad in its own way, but less… complicated, somehow. Brighter. The sun streams in, someone’s humming softly, and life is good.
[Seems she hasn’t shut out the ache of nostalgia just yet.]
[It might not affect the result of whatever Eren’s doing much, and bandages have barely factored in. But it’s nice, for the moment, to remember.]