I kissed a girl and I liked it.
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[ Ashe steps out onto the front porch of her small county house, taking in a deep breath of the warm, desert air. It feels so good to be free from the shackles of her illness. After two and a half weeks of pain, misery and recuperating, she wanted to go out and do something that wasn’t lying in bed or being limited to the rooms in her house. Symmetra was leaving within the next day or two and she also felt the need to express her gratitude.
Because… yanno. Ashe wasn’t a pleasant person when she was sick and she knew that all too well. Not that they hadn’t reached an understanding and gotten through that initial unpleasantness, but still.
The day before, she’d suggested that they go into town in the evening for a girl’s night out. Ashe never really had a lot of girl friends in the past and had silently always wondered what it’d be like. She assumed it was a lot different than the loud and rowdy times she had with her boys; which was fine and dandy enough, but sometimes? Getting dressed up just for the sake of it (and maybe for the sake of turning a few heads) sounded like a much better time to her. A different thrill from the bar fights, gambling and alcohol induced shenanigans.
Waiting for the other woman to finish getting ready, she drops her purse on the first step and then turns to take a seat on the porch swing, settling against the back and looking out at the quiet desert before her. She smooths out the soft fabric of the yellow dress she wore and then reaches to adjust the light brown fringe that exposed her shoulders and hung just low enough for a tasteful amount of cleavage. Her normally straight hair held soft curls that framed her face, the longer side lightly bouncing over her shoulder as the breeze blew through the porch. The belt that hugs her slim waist is the same light brown as the fringe, the buckle in the shape of a flower and adorned with turquoise stones. She’d chosen some strappy sandals instead of heels; being that she was still in the process of recovering, she hadn’t wanted to push herself too much. Plus, it was such a nice day for a light and flowy garment. Hell, it was the first time she’d worn a dress in a long while.
Leaning her head back, she closes her eyes, content to enjoy the wind on her face and the calm silence that only someone who lives out in the middle of absolute nowhere could grow accustomed to. ]
realitybendstomywill ))[ Ashe steps out onto the front porch of her small county house, taking in a deep breath of the warm, desert air. It feels so good to be free from the shackles of her illness. After two and a half weeks of pain, misery and recuperating, she wanted to go out and do something that wasn’t lying in bed or being limited to the rooms in her house. Symmetra was leaving within the next day or two and she also felt the need to express her gratitude.
Because… yanno. Ashe wasn’t a pleasant person when she was sick and she knew that all too well. Not that they hadn’t reached an understanding and gotten through that initial unpleasantness, but still.
The day before, she’d suggested that they go into town in the evening for a girl’s night out. Ashe never really had a lot of girl friends in the past and had silently always wondered what it’d be like. She assumed it was a lot different than the loud and rowdy times she had with her boys; which was fine and dandy enough, but sometimes? Getting dressed up just for the sake of it (and maybe for the sake of turning a few heads) sounded like a much better time to her. A different thrill from the bar fights, gambling and alcohol induced shenanigans.
Waiting for the other woman to finish getting ready, she drops her purse on the first step and then turns to take a seat on the porch swing, settling against the back and looking out at the quiet desert before her. She smooths out the soft fabric of the yellow dress she wore and then reaches to adjust the light brown fringe that exposed her shoulders and hung just low enough for a tasteful amount of cleavage. Her normally straight hair held soft curls that framed her face, the longer side lightly bouncing over her shoulder as the breeze blew through the porch. The belt that hugs her slim waist is the same light brown as the fringe, the buckle in the shape of a flower and adorned with turquoise stones. She’d chosen some strappy sandals instead of heels; being that she was still in the process of recovering, she hadn’t wanted to push herself too much. Plus, it was such a nice day for a light and flowy garment. Hell, it was the first time she’d worn a dress in a long while.
Leaning her head back, she closes her eyes, content to enjoy the wind on her face and the calm silence that only someone who lives out in the middle of absolute nowhere could grow accustomed to. ]
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Date: 2019-04-20 06:10 pm (UTC)That's what you consider light readin'?
[ No. She really doesn't look good. It's nothing that a little bit of sleep, a bath, and some ibuprofen can't fix, but she's beyond wanting to get up at this point. The first option is all she'll be doing for the majority of the day.
The product of loneliness, really. It hits harder some days more than others. Unfortunately, trying to drown it in alcohol has many consequences. ]
I feel like hell, but... guess that one's on me. Reckon I drank a little too much last night.
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Date: 2019-04-20 10:06 pm (UTC)[Satya gives her a funny look. Don't be silly, Ashe; there is nothing complicated about this book for it to qualify as anything more than 'light reading'.
Her gaze softens when Ashe speaks again. Of course she would feel like hell, given all the alcohol she ingested, but... why did she drink in the first place? She frowns again, obviously concerned.]
Why did you drink so much? Is something the matter?
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Date: 2019-04-21 02:42 am (UTC)Light readin' is usually a magazine or somethin'. That looks like a college textbook. But to each their own, I reckon.
[ At Satya's next question, Ashe isn't entirely sure how to respond at first. Or if she even wants to. The truth ran a little deeper and it wasn't something that she'd openly talk about with just anyone; if she even considered talking about it to begin with.
She shakes her head and gives a small shrug of her shoulders. ]
Dunno. One drink led to the next. Guess I just lost track.
[ Good enough. ]
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Date: 2019-04-21 04:58 am (UTC)A college textbook can be considered light reading, you realize.
[Luckily for Ashe, Satya sees no reason to doubt her words, and it seems plausible enough that someone would lose control of their alcohol intake the more they drank, so she doesn't press her for a different answer.]
You should be more careful the next time you drink, in that case. [Spoken in a neutral tone of voice; for once, she isn't judging. What a novel experience.] Although I do enjoy your company, perhaps it would be a good idea for you to rest a little longer? You clearly haven't slept as much as your body requires.
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Date: 2019-04-21 05:40 am (UTC)[ Ashe rests her chin against the back of her arm, humming thoughtfully in response to Satya's suggestion. While she isn't wrong, she's also rather enjoying being able to talk to her and see her face via their video chat. She's definitely planning on making a habit out of this... yanno. When time allows for it.
With a soft sigh, she turns over onto her back, holding her phone above her as she looks up at the screen. ]
Yeah. I reckon. This headache ain't goin' away anytime soon. [ Pause. Her gaze flickers to the side for a moment, before returning to the screen. ] Talk to you later?
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Date: 2019-04-21 09:31 pm (UTC)[Ashe isn't the only one who intends to make these video calls a regular occurrence: Satya wonders when they will be able to do it again, and is already looking forward to it, too. Given their timezone difference, it won't be possible to talk for hours on end because one of them will always have to go to work or go to sleep, but it would be lovely to talk to her in the mornings, or in the evenings, or...
She stops herself. That would certainly be too much, and she doesn't want to come across as overbearing or-- gods forbid-- clingy. She just feels an uncomplicated kind of joy when she speaks to Ashe, that's all.
(Except feelings are never uncomplicated, not for her, and that should sound every alarm in her mind-- and in her heart-- but it doesn't.)
When Ashe turns over onto her back, Satya does the same, making herself more comfortable on her couch.]
Of course. [She smiles and waves at the other woman.] Sleep well, Ashe.
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Date: 2019-04-22 04:39 am (UTC)[ She gives her a little wave and a wink in return before ending the call.
She rests her phone against her chest as she stares up at the ceiling for a moment or two. So... maybe drunk texting Satya hadn't been such a bad thing after all. Granted, she'd likely never revisit those series of messages, but at least they're talking again?
Maybe there was something to that old saying "Everything happens for a reason." Even if those reasons aren't always the best, some of them were.
Releasing a sigh, she sets her phone aside and pulls the covers up over her, curling up onto her side as she tries to relax. The house is still all too quiet, but at least now she's too tired for it to bother her. Maybe she'd give Satya a call later. That was something to look forward to. ]