[ Kurt has been in Deerington for long enough now to know that whatever dictates the dream -- Sodder or otherwise -- isn't likely to ever give them a break, but the last few weeks have felt like the closest to one he's had since arriving. There are no monsters tearing through the streets, nothing stalking their sleep and waking hours, no rains of blood or fire. In some ways, things seem to be settling into something like a normal routine. He feels almost bouyed by the idea that he might be starting to get on top of this strange second chance at a life.
Pride, as they say, so often goeth before a fall.
With the plant life still choking the streets, he's walking to work instead of getting a ride from Logan or Wes. It's pleasant enough in the bright spring air and he always enjoys the opportunity to keep an eye on what's going on.
When he sees her, she's got her back turned and it's almost enough to be able to write off the sudden hitch of his heart and the sense of foreboding that runs ice-cold down his spine as a coincidence. Surely, across all possible universes, she isn't the only red-headed blue-skinned woman, with that particular build, that way of standing -- then she turns her head slightly and he knows, somehow, instinctively, that it's her.
The urge to run or teleport away is strong enough to make the muscles in his legs twinge. He flinches slightly but doesn't go, indecisive, leaving him standing slightly awkwardly on the mossy sidewalk. ]
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Pride, as they say, so often goeth before a fall.
With the plant life still choking the streets, he's walking to work instead of getting a ride from Logan or Wes. It's pleasant enough in the bright spring air and he always enjoys the opportunity to keep an eye on what's going on.
When he sees her, she's got her back turned and it's almost enough to be able to write off the sudden hitch of his heart and the sense of foreboding that runs ice-cold down his spine as a coincidence. Surely, across all possible universes, she isn't the only red-headed blue-skinned woman, with that particular build, that way of standing -- then she turns her head slightly and he knows, somehow, instinctively, that it's her.
The urge to run or teleport away is strong enough to make the muscles in his legs twinge. He flinches slightly but doesn't go, indecisive, leaving him standing slightly awkwardly on the mossy sidewalk. ]