#°ˏˋ ♡ 04. / wherever we’re going — it’s alright with me.

[futuresgirl]

‘ even if i thought you’d hopped on a spaceship to another planet, i’d come looking for you, and i wouldn’t stop till i found you. ’

faithful place. / accepting.

      oh, jennifer realizes, her head still spinning even as marty holds her still and tight to his chest — so she really did disappear. 

      ( somehow, the realization doesn’t feel as shocking as it probably should. if anything, it feels like the pieces are finally sliding into place. )

      if she thinks hard enough about it, she can remember the feeling of her fingers beginning to disappear, tingling and painful-numb like a funhouse mirror reflection of a limb falling asleep, but after that? nothing. the fractured memory breaks apart from there, leaving a chasm in her memories and a haunting emptiness in her chest in its wake. even now, as she sits in marty’s arms, whole and alive and wrapped in a disorienting cocktail of confused and all too aware of what must have happened, she wonders if there’s a part of her still missing, or if this is just a side effect of briefly disappearing from existence that will eventually fade as the continuum rights itself once more. it’s not like there’s anyone she can ask about this. 

      she doesn’t realize she’s spoken ( ❛ you came back, ❜ she’d whispered, even though she knows the opposite is much closer to the truth ) until he’s responding to her, and the urgency in his voice almost takes her off guard before she remembers — right. while her own memories are trapped under a hazy veil, she supposes his must be uncomfortably crystal clear. she knows hers would be if their roles were reversed, if anything. she looks up at him, his hands settling on her cheeks with such surprising warmth that she wonders how she could’ve been sitting there corpse-cold without having noticed it, and she hopes he doesn’t feel it. jennifer looks up at her boyfriend, at his eyes blazing with relief and fear and something else she can’t quite place, and she decides that even if she doesn’t remember it, she missed him while she was gone.

      ❛ you know, ❜ she says, reaching up to cup his own cheeks ( relishing in the feeling of having feeling again ) and the smile on her face, dazed but still radiant, widens ever slightly. ❛ i think that might be easier than what you actually just did. ❜ something like a laugh tumbles from her before she pulls him closer, burying her face in the crook of his neck, and some of the tension slips from both of their shoulders.  

      ❛ you’re incredible. ❜ she murmurs, voice muffled by the denim of his jacket in her way, but she knows he hears it anyway. she knows he hears the i love you mumbled right afterwards as well, so quiet it’s barely spoken, and the promise that she’d move time and space for him just as easily as he did her woven through the words.

[futuresgirl]

“he’s such a fucking idiot.” tiff. shes talking about needles /:

young royals. / accepting.

      despite this being far from the first time she’s heard this said ( both from tiff and not ) the other girl’s bluntness takes jennifer off guard, and she muffles a snort against her palm, looking up at tiff with a wide-eyed giggle. 

      ❛ he’s trying his best! ❜ she laughs, biting her lip to try to muffle herself further as tiff’s flat-eyed expression only serves to make it harder not to laugh. ahead of them, needles twirls his knife proudly between his hands, and she ducks her head against tiff’s shoulder in an attempt to muffle another snort when he almost drops it, despite roy and dale’s matching yelps doing the job for her. without lifting her head from tiff’s shoulder, she turns so she can still watch them, amusement glittering in her eyes as the three of them play what almost looks like hot potato: dangerous and very sharp weapon edition.

      fondly, she marvels at how stupid boys can be. but then sometimes, though —

      ❛ that idiot saved our asses, though, ❜ she says, lazily lifting a hand to gesture in their direction as she tilts her head up to look at tiff easier, smushing her cheek against her friend’s shoulder. the knife flashes as it catches the light in her peripherals, and a flash of an orange-clad needles flickers through her mind before another shout, this time in their direction, pulls her from her thoughts with a start. with another laugh, she rolls her eyes fondly as she lifts her hand in a lazy wave before she turns back to tiff. ❛ aaaaaand he’s never gonna let us forget it. ❜  

[futuresgirl]

“ you’ve been an invaluable ally. i’m even tempted to call you a friend. but quietly, so i’m not overheard. ” ok but from needles

bugsnax. / accepting.

      ❛ mhm, ❜ jennifer hums, stretching her legs out in front of her as she leans against needles, her cheek pressing into the leather of his jacket as she rests her head against his shoulder. she ( rather poorly ) stifles a laugh as she watches tiff and marty bicker across the room — what about, she’s not sure, but she’s content to sit out of earshot and let them work through it themselves. she lifts her head up to look at him easier, amusement in her eyes as she tilts her head in the direction of their two fearless leaders and quirks her eyebrow. ❛ i don’t think you’d be overheard even if you shouted it, you know, but whatever makes you feel better. ❜

      she’ll take his admission as a compliment, though, despite her teasing. it’s been fairly obvious their whole trip that needles hasn’t exactly been the most gung-ho for their plan, and she can’t exactly blame him — but there’s no way she’ll be able to change either marty or tiff’s minds, she knows that ( she’s tried ), so she figures this is the best she can do.

      it’s nice to know it is helping at least a little bit. she bumps her shoulder against his with a small smile, before twisting around to run a hand through his hair to fix the greaser pompadour she’d tried her best to slick his hair into earlier. when she speaks again, her voice is low — as per his desire not to be overheard, of course. 

      ❛ i could consider you a friend, by the way. ❜