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The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.
- Roland Barthes

Saturday morning, Tim left.

On Sunday, Cissie woke up alone. She watched the sun filter through the window shades and wondered where Tim was waking up on his birthday. She stayed there until Grayson came and purred his demands for breakfast and attention, and then she got up. Kon came over later. They played Mario Kart and watched an entire season of Friends and ate pizza and the ice cream cake Cissie had ordered and forgotten to cancel. He stayed until she fell asleep on the couch, then carried her to bed and left her sleeping on top of the covers.

Monday, Cissie woke up alone and wondered why Tim was awake before her--and then she remembered, and she got up. She kept herself busy. She went shopping. She vacuumed, dusted, mopped. She unpacked the last of her boxes, and spent the afternoon at the archery range. She stayed there until she was exhausted, then came home and spent a few hours in the garden on the roof. Then she read until she fell asleep, reminding herself that it had only been three days. There was no reason to worry over three days. (Anything can happen in three days.)

Cissie watched the sunrise on Tuesday. Kon came over again, and they watched more Friends. While she was making dinner, she asked--casually--if he had heard from Tim at all. Kon looked at her from where he sat on the counter, and didn't answer immediately. When he said no, he added, "Tim can take care of himself. He'd call if he needed help." Cissie answered "I know" and continued chopping onions.

Wednesday, Cissie woke up alone. She got out of bed an hour after her alarm went off. She lost count of how often she checked her voicemail and her email. "No news is good news," Anita said, when she called her. (Unless it's bad news.) That night, Cissie heard noises upstairs. She went to look, but it wasn't Tim. Only Grayson, playing with some cat toys. Cissie sat in Tim's computer chair and looked at the pins in the map on the wall.

On Thursday, Cissie woke up on Tim's side of the bed. Alone. She checked to make sure her cell phone was still working, then burrowed back under the covers. Day six.

So, who knew two people could have so much stuff?? :P BUT--we are all moved in!!!

That's right! Tim and I are officially residents of Metropolis! Today we moved in and assembled furniture and paaaaainted. Kon, thank you soooooooo much for helping!! We couldn't have done it without you.

...Okay, maybe we could have, but it would have taken a looooooot longer and been much more painful and difficult. <3 So thank you!

And I think Grayson likes the place, even if he slides all over the floors, silly cat. Tomorrow we're going cat furniture shopping. ;) And finish touching up the painting, and who knows. We can't really settle in and unpack until the paint dries, but we should be good to start on that by Monday, I think.

Anyway! After the box-lugging, wall-painting and furniture-assembling, we ate and fed Kon, and went up to the roof to see if we could see the fireworks.

( We could! See?? )

And now Tim is Doing Things upstairs, and I am exhaaaaaaausted. But we have an apartment!! And now we live in it!! And it is very, very exciting! :D

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( A picture is worth 1,000 words? )

If you want snuggles from Cissie, leave me a comment, and if you have any premise or prompt that's great.

A genre would be great too, i.e. crack, fluff, angst etc. But if you just want to leave me pairings and make me figure it out, I can roll with that too.

Pick as many as you'd like! Don't know how much I'll get to before I decide to stop. And any verse can play!

[...I will also say that I might let you prompt me with future stuff. Which might be a mistake, but.]

( Five Things Meme )

Five people I tag (though only if they want to do this):
[SWS!]
-Bart
-Cassie
-Kon
-Tim
-Steph
Anyone else who feels like doing it!

[OTC!]
-Tim
-Kon
-Bernard
-Roy
-Traya

And for you boys, go ahead and substitute pockets or wallets for purse. Or utility belts. ;)

1. Ask me three questions you want to know the truth to.
2. I will pick two of them to answer.
3. One I will tell the truth about.
4. One I will lie about.
5. The last you will have to try and answer for me.
6. Post this in your journal so others can ask you.

Tiiiiiiiim!

( These made me think of you. )

And in other news, I hate it here and when can we get that apartment? Also, Jason got to see my prom dress before you did! :( And he still won't let me get him an air mattress and the other girls are still harassing him. And I don't want to have a stalker anymore! And I'm whining!! SIGH.

on_thecouch 45.5: The Lost Boys (originally 14.4); muse_shuffle March 2009, disk 2, song 17:

Music changes but the dance steps don't
When the good die young
[‘Good Die Young' – Divinyls]


Everyone has nightmares. Bad dreams. Things that wake them up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat and shaking. Cissie's no exception.

The problem with her worst nightmares is that they aren't just her imagination at work.

They happened.

( Her nightmares are real. )