Chenford + why are you with Chris?
I do not have the energy to match the tone or intent of my WIP tonight, I overate and I'm bordering on miserable, and I forgot to take a med that requires me to be up for 2 hours after taking it so I've decided to do *this* with my time. Um... enjoy? 😂
She's staring at him from across the table and with clarity she can hear Jackson's voice inside her head. "Why are you with Chris?"
She can't answer the ghost of her best friend anymore than she can answer herself - goodness knows she's been asking herself that very question for weeks.
She'd have liked him a lot two years ago, and she doesn't fully understand why she doesn't like him a lot right now. She doesn't like how he'll often act without thinking. She doesn't like how he tries to point her in directions that don't take into account where she's coming from or where she'd like to go.
But she likes not being alone.
She liked his face. He has a nice face. A baby face. He looks joyous and youthful, line free and worry free and pretty much free of depth in general.
She liked his enthusiasm. He loves everything. Even things he shouldn't. Even things he doesn't.
She liked that he liked her. He likes her so much. He likes the parts of her he's bothered to know and understand.
But, sitting across the table from him, she actually kind of hates him. He's got terrible taste in wine. He can't pick a restaurant worth eating at. He talks at her, not to her. He's patronizing and condescending and so damned nice while he does it. He's the kind of guy who says he's a nice guy.
And really, there's probably nothing at all wrong with him. Except that he's wrong for her.
He still thinks she should be a lawyer. Or maybe something else - he's floated a couple of ideas now. None of them are cop though, and so it doesn't seem to matter what she thinks, or what she's accomplished, or what she wants her future to look like.
He's never met her parents but he loves them already. And his parents have never met her, but she'll be their favorite person.
And really, it all just seems so fake.
She doesn't even like this restaurant. She's dressed to the nines, heels so high her ankles hurt while she's sitting. She's coming of four straight days and she's got more makeup on right now than the last four days combined. Her hair is so perfectly arranged she's afraid to move. She's exhausted, but he'd made the reservations three weeks ago and had put that put-out edge in his voice when she'd even suggested they stay in and order something that came in cardboard boxes.
On their way to the restaurant, while she sat crammed into his uncomfortable compact budget sports car, she'd gotten a text from Angela - a photo of her and Wesley and Jack and Tim all crowded around their dining room table, a plethora of Chinese food boxes littered across the surface with a simple You coming, or what? pinging right behind the pic.
She'd snapped a pic of the fabric of her dress, and the sky-high heels in the light of a traffic signal and replied Date night. She'd gotten a thumbs-down emoji in return. Even her friends didn't know why she was still dating Chris.
The waiter brings a limp-looking salad with three pieces of apple, a handful of walnuts, and some cloudy, viscous dressing artfully drizzled across the frisee. Underneath a leaf she finds a chunk of blue cheese dressing. Which she hates.
She'd have never ordered this salad. But the menu is prix fixe. She'd have never chosen this restaurant. But it's a place to see and be seen and Chris wants to be seen.
She takes a sip of the wine. It's corked and he hasn't even noticed.
He's been talking about his current case for the last ten minutes without even stopping to let her get a word in edgewise. Which is fine. She hasn't had anything to add.
Her phone buzzes in the clutch purse she's jammed under her thigh. She smiles at him in a way she hopes is disarming. She demurs a little, knowing he finds that appealing, and mentions something about awaiting word from the watch commander (she's not). She checks her phone to find another photo from Angela - it's Jack conked out in Tim's arms.
She doesn't even know what she's doing here anymore. Not when there's someplace she'd much rather be. She slips the phone back into her bag and pushes away her plate of sad salad.
"Chris, I think we need to talk."
What I listened to while I wrote this:
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i can't stop thinkng about kristen this episode. her kindness. her honesty. she sees a grieving man; a man she hates, a man who has wronged her and hurt her, a man who she would be well within her right to vow to destroy, to laugh at his pain. and she says "it's too sad not to tell him". she tells him the truth about what she knows. a hard truth, but a necessary truth. he doesn't believe her, but she tells him anyway, because she cares. because this is a world barely a step from hers.
she talks to her brother, and she doesn't try to make a grand gesture. she doesn't try to heroically convince him to turn away. she empathises, she's been there. she tells him she understands. and she meets his doubt with courage, with a hand to hold, with a lantern to light up the overwhelming darkness. she offers him the hand he needs when he's too afraid to ask for it.
she talk to jawbone. she sees how hard a time he's having, and she reaches out. she helps, and she tells him that her plan was to take advantage of him, but she couldn't go through with it. she's honest and kind and giving at every fucking turn, and she tries again and again and again.
it's in the way she would still reach out and try to reconnect with her parents, who let her down and betrayed her trust and innocence. The way she insisted that buddy be revived, and was hopeless when she could do nothing to help. for all her chaos and bits, kristen is one of the most heartfelt and genuine characters in dimension 20 and i fully fully believe that.
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HEADCANNON TIME WITH MORE ROACH!
My favorite pass time is to look at a character and imagine what’s theyir favorite type of music is...and per consequence I also tend to love atributting them an instrument that I think fits them!
SO! Roach plays electric guitar >:3
Since he’s always been selective mute, his father feared that he wouldn’t have a way to truly express himself, so when Roach turned around twelve his father gifted him his first ever guitar. And from them he’s been jamming to his heart’s content.
When he and Ghost are home he loves bothering him with the worst songs he can think off, also doing specific sounds with the guitar as a form of communication.
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