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entranceway2018-04-17 04:07 pm
talesuntold) wrote in entranceway2018-04-17 04:07 pm
04 | Video
Good afternoon, my darlings.
That last event was a rough one for a lot of people, and I know some of us are also bracing for what comes next. I'll be in the kitchen for the next four hours, and I'll take requests the whole time I'm there. I think we could all use a little comfort food, or some distraction.
Requests don't necessarily have to be culinary in nature. I'd be delighted to improvise a poem or tell you a story. An off-the-cuff Scheherazade, with bonus cookies.
Come keep me company for awhile.
[Of course, certain people don't have a choice in the matter. She has conchas baking for Seth, cookies for Wirt, all her teammates' favorites, and so on. Friends and acquaintances who fail to show up may well find Maggie at their doors afterward with a plate in hand.
Even a few people who might not expect it, if she's ever had reason to worry about them.
Maggie is going to start climbing the walls if she doesn't find meaningful ways to fill up her days here. This takes care of one day.]
That last event was a rough one for a lot of people, and I know some of us are also bracing for what comes next. I'll be in the kitchen for the next four hours, and I'll take requests the whole time I'm there. I think we could all use a little comfort food, or some distraction.
Requests don't necessarily have to be culinary in nature. I'd be delighted to improvise a poem or tell you a story. An off-the-cuff Scheherazade, with bonus cookies.
Come keep me company for awhile.
[Of course, certain people don't have a choice in the matter. She has conchas baking for Seth, cookies for Wirt, all her teammates' favorites, and so on. Friends and acquaintances who fail to show up may well find Maggie at their doors afterward with a plate in hand.
Even a few people who might not expect it, if she's ever had reason to worry about them.
Maggie is going to start climbing the walls if she doesn't find meaningful ways to fill up her days here. This takes care of one day.]
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"I know what day it is."
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"I know. Wirt, Seth, and Becks have already hugged me, and I'm pretty sure you don't want to offer the same," Maggie says, more flatly and less cheerfully than intended.
"Are you holding up alright?" Because Maggie isn't the only person in the room who cared about Buffy.
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"I'm fine." She knows Maggie won't believe her, but she's not really sure how to express her feelings. It's never been a priority. It still isn't, really. She'd rather bury herself in work and until she's too busy to think about anything else.
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Maggie hesitates, then asks softly, "How little time was there, between Buffy vanishing and me arriving?"
How close did she come to getting the opportunity to see Buffy? To say, if not goodbye, then at least something. She isn't sure of the exact dates, but she knows it was close enough to haunt her. Both that she missed the chance, and that she feels like she took Buffy's place yet again.
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Not that there's any answer she could give that would make Maggie feel better.
"Not long. A week, maybe, tops."
Hard to say exactly. It's not like Georgia and Shaun saw her every day. Too easy to take someone's presence for granted around here, even when you know logically it's never guaranteed to last.
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It hurts, but Maggie knew that it would when she asked. She nods, as if it's just an ordinary fact. As if knowing that there were only a few days between her and seeing her best friend, the woman she loved, again doesn't come as a blow.
"She keeps leaving shoes behind for me to fill."
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Still, she has to say something. She focuses on what she knows best: work.
"I know she'd be proud of what you've accomplished."
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That's almost worse. There are no compliments Maggie likes better than compliments to her work, but in this context, on this day, it's incredibly hard to hear.
"You never do pull punches." Maggie grimaces and offers the plate. "Are you going to take any of the results of my need for distraction, or just break my heart a little more?"
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She takes a cookie with a nod. She's terrible at this. She's always known that.
"I'm sorry."
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Maggie manages the barest sliver of a smile. With anyone else, she'd already be hugging them. It's a mark of her respect for Georgia that she doesn't.
"I know it wasn't. And I know you loved her too. Thank you, Georgia."