[ One day she'll send him the crab with knife gif reaction in honor of Fen, but it'll have to be just the right moment. Her head cants to the side for a moment, thinking about the other Julia she'd been so sure was real. ]
It was like pieces of my life had been blown up to outrageous levels. Although, I have a hard time believing that my mother wouldn't have been too different from what I remembered when we were on the ship if she'd been alive in that time period. [ The woman wasn't a saint and while Julia had lived a privileged life, it had come with a personal cost. Her mom had just been elected to the board of the Met when she'd gotten in trouble with Marina, with the hedges. Having to lie so she wouldn't have to explain magic to her family. It was easier to hide away a problem in a rehab facility in the name of protecting a reputation.
But then, any tension she might've had at the thought of her family melts away as he starts to guess on her favorite books. Offering a hum of approval, she lets her gaze drop to her cup before lifting it again to meet his. ]
Historical anything, honestly. I'm a sucker for dead languages. [ She'd accepted that about herself awhile ago. And once she'd found out what her discipline was, it all made sense. ] Serial mysteries, high fantasy -- anything that involved world-building. It used to be an escape for my best friend and I at home - Quentin. [ She can't remember if she'd mentioned the name when she'd basically broken into his room on the ship, ready to expand on Q further if he asks. But what she was saying now was true. It had been the healthiest coping mechanism for both of them. She just grew out of it a lot faster than Q.
Giving a soft laugh, she almost feels ridiculous sharing any of this with someone who was still basically a stranger to her... But-- ] We both had shitty home lives and books... We'd re-create places from the stories in my backyard, running around pretending we were the Chatwins from this one book series, Fillory and Further. Fighting The Watcher Woman or sneaking past Trolls or stealing a pirate ship to go to the Secret Sea.
[ And it had been an incredible fantasy story until it wasn't. Until it was very real and very dangerous and heartbreaking. Not ready to go down that road, wanting to enjoy the little bit of blissful nostalgia - she lets her brows draw in curiosity. She wanted to learn more about him, the real him and not what was portrayed on the screen or in comic books. ] Any favorite books or authors for you?
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It was like pieces of my life had been blown up to outrageous levels. Although, I have a hard time believing that my mother wouldn't have been too different from what I remembered when we were on the ship if she'd been alive in that time period. [ The woman wasn't a saint and while Julia had lived a privileged life, it had come with a personal cost. Her mom had just been elected to the board of the Met when she'd gotten in trouble with Marina, with the hedges. Having to lie so she wouldn't have to explain magic to her family. It was easier to hide away a problem in a rehab facility in the name of protecting a reputation.
But then, any tension she might've had at the thought of her family melts away as he starts to guess on her favorite books. Offering a hum of approval, she lets her gaze drop to her cup before lifting it again to meet his. ]
Historical anything, honestly. I'm a sucker for dead languages. [ She'd accepted that about herself awhile ago. And once she'd found out what her discipline was, it all made sense. ] Serial mysteries, high fantasy -- anything that involved world-building. It used to be an escape for my best friend and I at home - Quentin. [ She can't remember if she'd mentioned the name when she'd basically broken into his room on the ship, ready to expand on Q further if he asks. But what she was saying now was true. It had been the healthiest coping mechanism for both of them. She just grew out of it a lot faster than Q.
Giving a soft laugh, she almost feels ridiculous sharing any of this with someone who was still basically a stranger to her... But-- ] We both had shitty home lives and books... We'd re-create places from the stories in my backyard, running around pretending we were the Chatwins from this one book series, Fillory and Further. Fighting The Watcher Woman or sneaking past Trolls or stealing a pirate ship to go to the Secret Sea.
[ And it had been an incredible fantasy story until it wasn't. Until it was very real and very dangerous and heartbreaking. Not ready to go down that road, wanting to enjoy the little bit of blissful nostalgia - she lets her brows draw in curiosity. She wanted to learn more about him, the real him and not what was portrayed on the screen or in comic books. ] Any favorite books or authors for you?