hallelujah // jeff buckley
and i’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
and love is not a victory march
it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah
Bottled up emotions.
This is art
Good. I’ll see you soon, then.
[The run calmed Sonya down considerably. It gave her time to not think about anything at all except running forward, legs and heart pumping, a blessed white noise. Gradually her pace slowed back down and she left the track, moving toward Daniel’s room at a swift walk. She was nervous, yes, but she was certain this would be fine. Almost certain. Somewhat hopeful. Something in her reminded her that if Daniel did try to spread rumours, she could always threaten him, but the thought did little but twist her face in a grimace. Even if it came to that she couldn’t see herself ever harming him, not unless he was really begging it to happen. Sonya halted outside his door, closing her eyes and resting a hand on her chest, willing herself to calm. Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump. God.]
… Daniel? Can I come in?
Hm? Come in, yeah,
[He’d just finished putting some laundry away when she arrived, working to make the room some semblance of tidy. It wasn’t bad in there, not really; it wasn’t so much ‘messy’ as it was evident that Daniel just did not. Give a shit. About organizing. Seemed a waste of energy in such a small space.
Daniel crossed the room to open the door, still dressed in his pajama pants and an old hoodie— tidying himself up hadn’t been that important, apparently— and let Sonya in, beckoning her to come sit down and tell him what the heckity hoo was going on.]
So, uh. Have a good run?
(( "average John is a dick to Daniel 3 times a day" factoid actualy a statistical error. average John is very gentle with Daniel and is never a dick to him. College John, who is an unrelenting asshole and is a dick to Daniel constantly, is an outlier adn should not have been counted ))