[GP] All we can do is learn to swim

[st_oriedqueen]

Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim. - Vicki Harrison

"You're sure?" Regina already knew the answer but demanding that Sam tell her what she already knew satisfied something petty in her. Or maybe just something hurt that hoped he'd have a different answer than her locator spell had already provided.

"Yeah." Sam half-rolled his eyes at her as he leaned across the pink bar counter to grab bottles of beer from the Silver Bar ice bin -- probably the results of Rebekah's last work-effort at the Inn -- for himself and his newly arrived companion.

Briefly, Regina considered burning a hole in the seat of his jeans, but it wouldn't bring Rebekah or any of the absent ones back. Instead, she took refuge in straightening her A-line and walking around the stylish counter Sam lay across like he was surfing the waves of grief. She took down a bottle of pointlessly pricey champagne, and then found the precise cut-crystal glasses Rebekah and Miss Fisher had preferred for their afternoon indulgences. She poured herself a glass and one for the person who dared her openly bitter expression.

"So who all are we missing?" they both said at once, glared at each other and sighed. They both knew the answers, in their own way and for their own reasons. And neither of them wanted to say.

Rebekah Mikaelson. Henry Winchester. Jack Robinson. Phryne Fisher. Dorothy Williams. Angua von Uberwald. Jaime Vegas. Harry Dresden. Lydia Martin. Raleigh Becket. Yasmeen. Joanna Beauchamp. Constance Bonacieux D'Artagnan. Lindsey McDonald.

"Grief is like the ocean," Sam clearly quoted from some fucking where, and Regina tuned him out until he added, "All we can do is learn to swim. Rebekah told me that."

Now Regina rolled her eyes; they weren't friends. "Shut up, Sam."

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Re: Snow White - OTA

[st_arkcrowblack]

Snow's breath hitched, something which only seemed to make her mad from the way her scowl deepened. And even though she knew what he meant, she had to ask, "Then why's everyone else always going away?"

That was not entirely accurate. It was she who had left home, so long ago now, leaving her bear and her fox and her brother behind. It was she who had disappeared from that grassland, abandoning Charming. It was she who had disappeared from Gotham, and Bear and the others who could not follow. But she had not had a choice in those matters. And her mother had left, even if by dying. And her father had abandoned her to Mrs. H. And dammit, that was what it felt like, under everything.

Re: Snow White - OTA

[st_ingofthehundred]

As far as he could tell, people leaving the Inn had no more choice than those arriving, but that wasn't what she meant. He understood. He'd been left alone after Vesh murdered the Guide and the Brothers, and everyone else. They hadn't had a choice either, but he'd still been the only one left. And he'd believed Z that he could love her, but where was she?

He scowled at the dirt, less than pleased with how this dredged everything up. "Truth? I don't know. I'm still working on that one myself."

Re: Snow White - OTA

[st_arkcrowblack]

It was a terrible answer for anyone seeking comfort, but Snow was rarely seeking anything that simple. At least not from any but a very few people at very rare times.

This? Was... acceptable. "Yeah," she said.