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[When faced with dealing with a bad breakup, some people mope and cry. Others finish off whole pints of ice cream in one sitting. Julia, however, has chosen a more constructive outlet. For the past few hours at least, she's commandeered a table at the Paradisa Perk to write a letter venting out all of her feelings regarding Gwaine and the entire situation.

Which is all fine and good, except for one small detail. She has accidentally started writing parts of the very rough draft of this letter into the journal.]

You lied to me. You betrayed me. Do you know how much that hurts? I'm sure you can't even begin to understand how much. For what you did, I should never speak to you again. No, I should never forgive you. I thought you'd never hurt me like that. I can't look at you the same way ever again. I can't trust you anymore. I can't be with someone I can't trust.

[The pen pauses.]

But there isn't a day that goes by that I don't miss you. All I want is to hear the sound of your voice again. To wake up next to you. To let you call me your queen. I don't want to think about it, but it's all I can think about. I want for you to come back to me. Without you, there's a hole in my life I can't fill.

I lov--

[The writing suddenly stops.

... Yes, Paradisa. You now have front-row seats to something intensely personal that was never meant to be seen by anyone. It doesn't matter that the one who put it there is now frantically trying to scratch everything out. The damage has already been done.]

[[OOC: Friends loss! Anyone remember the 18-page letter that Rachel wrote to Ross and he fell asleep reading? This is something like that.]]

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[On the other end, the name "Mal" doesn't ring any bells for her. But who knows what that can mean. So many memories of hers have been altered that any meeting they might've had before could've been forgotten. Just as well to her, though; if anyone had to read all that, she'd almost prefer it to be someone who had no knowledge of its context.]

Not at all.

[She takes a casual sip from her coffee cup to spare her from more of a response for the moment. Her ability to engage in small talk allows her to pass minimally and politely. On her best days, she's not exactly the world's greatest conversationalist; add emotional distress into that equation, and her rate of success might go down just a little.]

[It's probably for the better that she doesn't remember him. He's already got enough against him that a yelling, pantless cowboy didn't need to be included. Her response caused him to snort flatly, mildly adding:] Don't believe you much. Allow me to make it up for the both of us though.

[He was subtly wishing for some coffee of his own which was ~~subtly~~ delivered; clearly the man's still not used to just asking and getting things]

It's weird - I'm never gonna feel like it's fair to be able to just wish for something and have it. Maybe I'm old fashioned though...

[Honestly, the whole concept of wishing is probably never going to come naturally to her either. Maybe she's old-fashioned in some ways herself. Or maybe it's just that the whole idea of magic is a hard pill to swallow.

In her typical way, she'll continue to avoid what doesn't want to talk about, and instead focus on the more mundane details of the conversation. It's something that doesn't take too long to learn about her; she not-answers a lot more frequently than she answers, and avoids reaching some kind of meaningful point whenever possible.]

It's a lot to get used to. [She takes another sip of her coffee. Such a convenient prop.] How long have you been here, anyway?

[He gave his coffee a cautionary sip to hide the frown] I know it's been more than a month but my sense of time got all sorts of discombobulated. You'd think I'd be keeping a prison tally on the walls by now.

[Hey, she knows that feeling all too well. Time is funny here. For as much as she'll never get used to, there are some days when she almost can't remember being anywhere else...]

Any reason why you're not?

[there's the slightest hint of a smile] Got my girls here; makes it more bearable I think. [a pause] Anyone you knew from --
Well, home, that got stuck here with you?

(PS: Remember Doug? His older sister Judy? Yeah, she looks like a blonde Judy in that icon. I cannot unsee.)

[Maybe it's only a hint, but it's enough to make her feel a little more at ease, for some reason. And possibly to return her own hint of one. By now, she's almost forgotten what started this in the first place.]

Some.

(PS: HAHAHAHA. Okay, now I can't unsee it either.)

[color him curious] D'you think I've met them?

[That smile grows just a little as she idly swirls the liquid in her cup.]

Perhaps.

[In fact, in a way, he sort of reminds her of someone....]

You're smiling... [snorting, he took a drink, eyeing the blonde over his coffee.] Go on now. Don't leave a man in suspense.

[Oh, but she will. If only for a moment, while she (sort of) hides that smile behind taking another sip, though her eyes are still on him all the while.

Then, she finally decides to voice what she's been thinking.]

You remind me of someone.

[he was almost pouting-- but truth be told he liked her playing coy over heartbroken]

Good or bad?

[Truth be told, it's part defense mechanism. But whatever works.]

Maybe both.

[AND NOW HE IS. Pouting, that is.]

And here I thought I would remind you of someone that was all sunshine and daisies. Consider myself disappointed. [casual sip a'hmph]

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Slowest of Slow

I am slower lately, I'll bet you

That's tooootally debatable. Let's have a slow-off.

All right... go. 8D

/imagine another 2 weeks've gone by

/imagine a month has gone by

I'll raise you another.

How about another two?

third time's a right ol' charm

And here I am being slow coming back again. sigh.

/impersonates a snail