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bigapplesauce2015-08-28 07:16 pm
lottawork) wrote in bigapplesauce2015-08-28 07:16 pm
things have gotten closer to the sun [closed]
He has it.
It had come together unprompted, without the click and slide of a solution slotting easily into place. There is never a click, a common misconception even in the highest echelons of academia - there is never a well-timed stroke of brilliance turned over by some new fragment of insight, simply the give of a problem folding beneath the fierce, continuous, brute force pressure of the uncontained mind. For weeks he has considered it, has become an expert in fields utterly beyond the scope of his specialties or his prolonged interest, and even with the minor distraction of Jackson's spontaneous return to the flesh, he has done little else but attack the set of circumstances without compromise.
The dog is asleep when he exits the building, and he locks his door upon departure, his movements streamlined by the fervent intent of intellectual energy, the strap of his bag taut over his chest as he commits himself to the grueling inadequacies of public transportation.
He knocks immediately upon building entry. He expects Asadi will be waiting for him.
It had come together unprompted, without the click and slide of a solution slotting easily into place. There is never a click, a common misconception even in the highest echelons of academia - there is never a well-timed stroke of brilliance turned over by some new fragment of insight, simply the give of a problem folding beneath the fierce, continuous, brute force pressure of the uncontained mind. For weeks he has considered it, has become an expert in fields utterly beyond the scope of his specialties or his prolonged interest, and even with the minor distraction of Jackson's spontaneous return to the flesh, he has done little else but attack the set of circumstances without compromise.
The dog is asleep when he exits the building, and he locks his door upon departure, his movements streamlined by the fervent intent of intellectual energy, the strap of his bag taut over his chest as he commits himself to the grueling inadequacies of public transportation.
He knocks immediately upon building entry. He expects Asadi will be waiting for him.
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"What do you still have to do?" The question's barely out before she realizes what a terrible host she's being, and she gives her head a little shake. "I'm sorry--are you hungry? Can I get you anything?" She glances between the two of them inquiringly.
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He makes it as far as the corner of the table before it occurs to him to question what the fuck he is doing here. He turns and learns that in Greta's definition of a hug, there is, apparently, kissing involved.
"Much work to be done." He fixes Asadi with an even look. "Do enjoy each other's company."
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Iman responds to him with a snort and a dismissive wave, eager to devote her full attention to Greta without him standing there judging her. He needs the break anyway. He's put up with a lot.
Once he's gone she looks up at Greta, keeping a hand on her waist, because, just because.
"I would love some breakfast if it's not too much trouble," she says sheepishly. "I can help!" She lifts her left hand and waves it to demonstrate, still beaming like a kid showing off a good grade or something.
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Iman's arm might not be entirely restored, then, but this is still an enormous accomplishment, and a far sight better than just having an inert limb hanging at her side. Greta catches Iman's hand when she waves it in front of her, suddenly struck with the impulse to do something more - something absurd, like press a kiss to her palm. The thought makes her cheeks prickle with embarrassment, and she settles for giving Iman's hand a gentle squeeze.
"Come on, then," she says, pulling her into the kitchen. "I'm teaching you how to make muffins."