hedgehoghacker: (I never walked so far)
Zari Tomaz ([personal profile] hedgehoghacker) wrote in [community profile] greatexpectations 2021-09-12 08:32 pm (UTC)

"Okay so full disclosure: Nate and I weren't exactly dating for long before I found the loophole to save Behrad, our parents, and accidentally make you. In fact, it was more like a date, hatching a dragon egg, and fooling around. No complaints about that last part." She notes with a smirk. They both share a healthy sexual appetite it seems once their lives aren't trauma city.

"We've been friends for a while before that so makes everything... bigger. Add on the fact we're constantly being pulled apart..." She is talking in circles. Annoyingly, Zari knows it. She sucks at feelings. Unlike her cool and fancy self, she isn't the most eloquent speaker outside sometimes having a few good insights from growing up in the worst timeline. It's hard to put what she feels into words.

"I don't think he needs me." She blurts out. "I'm starting to wonder what we're fighting to hang onto. Great I'm there to see him and apparently ruin John's life by keeping you away from him." Which stings in a different way. John used to be a friend of hers so it sucks he feels this way towards her now. On top of that, she doesn't see that same need in Nate's eyes. It doesn't even occur to her that maybe Nate is better at hiding his big feelings than John is.

"There's no future for us. I can never give Dot her grandbabies with our awesome childbearing hips because I technically don't exist. I can't..." Her voice hitches. "Baba and Maman don't even know me so what I am doing? I don't know anymore." She takes breath here to look at her other self with glassy eyes and half a donut quickly being stuffed in her mouth. This is why she's not the fancy Zari. She is getting crumbs all over herself as they speak.

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