Allison's as glad for that, that it was Pogo, as she can't help hating the image it pulls up with it altogether, too. Allison had people around her. Maybe they hadn't understood. But certain ones who tried. Luther was alone. On the moon. It's still hard to even picture what precisely a day looked like, what he'd been stopped from doing when something like that happened. Where exactly he'd been standing, what exactly he'd been doing.
The endless expanse of the moon from Swear-In superimposed against the idea of Luther being told up there. The need to know slashed through with the idea of him being all alone when he heard. And for how long after, too?
She wants to feel more than she does, when she glances over her shoulder at seeing Klaus' name in his words, checking the door that no one's walked out of in what feels like too long, and surely someone has to tell them something soon again. When she can't tell at all if it's that it feels like she can't feel enough, or that she's feeling too much and the whole of it is becoming a deafening ringing. She took a long drink of her coffee, even as she answered.
And Diego's skirmishes with the cops. Anything Vanya added to the book buzz in her tour appearances. The places and people you saved, and even when you went to the moon. Because it's not a pinpoint, so much as a wash of words, and she thinks she gets it still. That surprise and horror on his face. The commonplace expected for her. It was normal. It comes with the job. The more famous you get, the more covers you end up with on both sides. The more people want to try and get anything they can, by any means they can, and to be the first person who did.
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The endless expanse of the moon from Swear-In superimposed against the idea of Luther being told up there.
The need to know slashed through with the idea of him being all alone when he heard. And for how long after, too?
She wants to feel more than she does, when she glances over her shoulder at seeing Klaus' name in his words, checking the door that no one's walked out of in what feels like too long, and surely someone has to tell them something soon again. When she can't tell at all if it's that it feels like she can't feel enough, or that she's feeling too much and the whole of it is becoming a deafening ringing. She took a long drink of her coffee, even as she answered.
And Diego's skirmishes with the cops. Anything Vanya added to the book buzz in her tour appearances. The places and people you saved, and even when you went to the moon. Because it's not a pinpoint, so much as a wash of words, and she thinks she gets it still. That surprise and horror on his face. The commonplace expected for her. It was normal. It comes with the job. The more famous you get, the more covers you end up with on both sides. The more people want to try and get anything they can, by any means they can, and to be the first person who did.