"So this is weird," she says, when things have calmed and the streets are clean again.
They're on a bench outside of Pizza Pi(e)rates, half in the sun and half in the shade. Imogen's pulled her sneakered feet up, arms wrapped around her folded legs. There are still cuts and bruises on both sets of limbs: warped little roses of purple, weird slashes, pebble-shaped gashes.
"Leaving," is the lazy clarification, a second later. The last syllable melts into a familiar half-grin aimed directly, drily, at Merlin. Imogen knows she sounds like someone who cares right now. A self-aware joke. In truth, she's over a lot of it: packed up already and set to escape to California any second now. Life is meant for change.
ELFLOCK FALLS: Imogen and Merlin
They're on a bench outside of Pizza Pi(e)rates, half in the sun and half in the shade. Imogen's pulled her sneakered feet up, arms wrapped around her folded legs. There are still cuts and bruises on both sets of limbs: warped little roses of purple, weird slashes, pebble-shaped gashes.
"Leaving," is the lazy clarification, a second later. The last syllable melts into a familiar half-grin aimed directly, drily, at Merlin. Imogen knows she sounds like someone who cares right now. A self-aware joke. In truth, she's over a lot of it: packed up already and set to escape to California any second now. Life is meant for change.
"Oh, the memories," she drawls.