Liberty "Libby" Hazlett (
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fandomtownies2023-01-07 06:41 am
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Out and Around the Preserve; Saturday Afternoon [01/07].
Libby had set out into the preserve that afternoon (jeans on, hair pulled up, clearly ready for adventure) with the intention of wandering and exploring in the hopes to spark some sort of inspiration for what to write in the absolutely exquisite journal from Kurt's parents. She figures, a journal like that deserved to be used for something really good; maybe the wood would ignite that spark, and she would spend hours after finding a good log or a good rock to sit on, and just start scribbling away until ahe realized she couldn't continue because the sun was setting...
It wasn't really working.
She'd found a good rock (was in incidentally a favorite rock of a certain knight-hopeful's mighty steed? Perhaps it mah have been), and had settled on top of it, legs folded in front of her, pen in hand, journal open in her laps, but...nothing came to her. It wasn't that she wasn't inspired. There were about five different strands of writing tumbling around in her brain right now, but the problem was, none of them felt worthy enough to actually be put in the journal. It was a pretty special book, so what went into it had to be special, too.
So she mostly just sat there and let her mind wander, and didn't do much writing, though she did take some time to write in very fancy letter LIBBY'S JOURNAL and the front page and set to decorate it with an elaborate twisting of trees and flowers and vines.
[[ tentatively hoping for a managable work day; open for all your preserve-y needs! ]]
It wasn't really working.
She'd found a good rock (was in incidentally a favorite rock of a certain knight-hopeful's mighty steed? Perhaps it mah have been), and had settled on top of it, legs folded in front of her, pen in hand, journal open in her laps, but...nothing came to her. It wasn't that she wasn't inspired. There were about five different strands of writing tumbling around in her brain right now, but the problem was, none of them felt worthy enough to actually be put in the journal. It was a pretty special book, so what went into it had to be special, too.
So she mostly just sat there and let her mind wander, and didn't do much writing, though she did take some time to write in very fancy letter LIBBY'S JOURNAL and the front page and set to decorate it with an elaborate twisting of trees and flowers and vines.
[[ tentatively hoping for a managable work day; open for all your preserve-y needs! ]]

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So that afternoon, with the sun high and warm against the lingering chill, Kurt headed out into the preserve. It didn't take him long until he found a cute little chipmunk to trail after, snapping photos as he went. He was so focused on his cute photo subject he may or may not have realized he wasn't alone in the preserve as he wandered into one area in particular.
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An arrow pierced through the air, flying out from the canopy and striking a tree a few dozen feet away from her. A moment later, a redhead slipped out from between the leaves of the arrow's source, grabbing hold of a thick branch, which she used to swing herself over to the next tree. She snagged a branch there and pulled herself up, and--
"Oh. Sorry. I didn't know anyone was here."
At least get down, Aloy.
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Then she sighed in relief to find the arrow's target was well away from where she was, and then she followed the rustling of the tree branches until she heard the voice and followed it up.
"That's alright," she said, then hesitated a moment, before adding, "But maybe you should pay more attention if you're going to be shooting arrows all around the place."
She was always forbidden from hunting because that was mens' work (and her bleeding heart would be terrible at it, anyway), but she knew you should probably keep a better eye out for random innocent girls sitting on rocks, really.
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A quick scan didn't give her any sign of any other people. "What are you doing here?"
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But no one liked unexpected arrows in their backs, either.
"And I was just exploring," she offered. "Trying to get inspiration, for something to write."
She lifted up the handcrafted leather journal that had been in her lap, half proof, half shield.
"I haven't had a lot of luck so far."
Although there was a new thread there, at least, of a hunter, prowling the woods, in pursuit of...
...something. That seemed to be as long as the thread would go, at the moment.
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Kurt leaned closer to the critter as it stopped and turned as if it was listening to him. As he snapped the photo, Kurt leaned a little too far and started to tumble, camera snapping as he went. Right before he hit the ground, Kurt ported away and appeared a few feet away, landing on his feet.
"Ah phoey..." he said when he realized he had accidentally scared the chipmunk away. And it was then that Kurt noticed someone else in the area. "Oh, hey Libby..." he said, feeling very silly all of a sudden as he gave a small shy wave.
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She had no idea.
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But it had to contend with all the fondness that was in it, as well.
"Hi, Kurt," she greeted back,with a similar lift of her own hand. "Out taking some pictures, huh?"
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Or she was simply too...distracted with other things to really let the inspiration in.
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"Oh," she said, "that is a good one! Maybe your talents are just more in deer than in chipmunks..."
And, since she had the camera now, she looked over toward Kurt shyly, curiously, hopefully. "Mind if I look through more of them?"
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"Of course!" he said with a grin. "I even have others from the holidays in there too!"
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And then, the camera in her hands, she felt an odd sense of reluctance and uncertainty creeping over her.
"It's this button here," she asked, even though that wasn't where that uncertainty was coming from, and she turned the camera toward Kurt a little, with her thumb tapping the button to indicate which she meant, "to go through all the pictures, right?"
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Because that sure sounded to her like it could have been. If you squinted. But it was too good of a question to pass up.
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"There's some really funny ones of Logan and the rest of the team in there. And of course some of Muti and Vatti."
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"Of course," she then agreed, attention shifting back to the camera and starting to look through them, although, if she was entirely honest, she couldn't remember what some of the pictures even were after she'd moved passed them, finding it a little difficult to pay them all that much attention. But she figured it would just be a little awkward if she just silently went through Kurt's camera roll, so she did eventually come across one that made her turn the camera his way again and offer, "This one's really good."
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Kurt looked from the photo to Libby, the unconscious grin on his face larger than it was when they had first sat down to talk. He looked back to the camera, half to see what the next set of photos was and half to keep the red flush that might well be showing even through all the blue fur from being too obvious.
"I kinda went overboard with the photos. Wanted to make sure I had some good ones... to show you."
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Kurt was silent for a moment, a little lost in the memories for a bit, before he came back. "You would love the gardens and the woods and the stream, and of course all the animals, Libby!" he said, the grin on his face sincere and bright.
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Kurt pulled his gaze away from his hands, which was where his eyes had drifted to as he talked, and he looked over at Libby.
"It would have been a much nicer storybook world, if I had had someone to share it with. Someone special... like you, Libby." Kurt fought the urge to drop his gaze again as he absent-mindedly fiddled with his hands nervously.
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Until she chanced one of those fleeting glances his way.
Or supposed be fleeting, but once she looked up and saw his face, heard the words he was saying...
Her breath caught a little, and she found herself even closer to that edge she felt herself trying to get closer and closer to these past few weeks, just for a better look, but now she found herself right there at the precipice and realizing she could also just jump...
"Kurt?" she said, surprised by how small her voice sounded, so she tried to fix that with the next words. "Can I...can I ask you something?"
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"Of course, Libby" he said, his own voice soft and a little hoarse. "You can ask me anything, anything at all."
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"Do you remember...," she ventured, "a couple weeks ago, right before the break, those few days where everything went all screwy, where we were ourselves, but not really, it was like we were us, but with some of the details changed?"
And then she looked back at Kurt, because she wanted to see his response as much as she heard it.
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"You mean when it was like we were dating?' he asked simply, directly, but still with a soft gentleness to his voice. "It was definitely different waking up and being different yet the same in so many ways."
Kurt looked at Libby for a moment, forcing himself to stop fiddling with his hands and put them down, not really paying attention to where they went though.
"I... I really like it though," he continued softly, still looking at Libby. "It was surprising but... felt normal... good.. Ya know? It just felt right. At least... to me it did. I liked that version of us." Here his gaze faltered for a moment before he pulled himself back up to look at Libby as he asked the return question. "What about you?"
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"I..." she started, then faltered, because all of this went so strongly against everything she'd been brought up to believe, when it came to girls and boys and how they should behave and respond, especially to each other, and that made it terribly frightening, but also incredibly exciting, especially when she knew how so much of what she'd been taught was only designed to hold her back, to keep her in some narrow view of how some people thought the world should be...
"I liked it, too," she said, forging forward, no turning back, although her eyes drifted away when she said it, as if she was afraid looking anywhere else would cause her to lose her nerve. "I liked it a lot, actually. And I've been...thinking...wondering...a lot, too, if...if that might...be something that we might...um...."
Her eyes went back to Kurt, cautious, worried, hopeful.
"....want to give that a try?"
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He knew what a big deal it was... what a big step this was for Libby. And for him. And it meant the world to him that Libby had asked him.... him of all people. In that moment, all the times he had wanted to ask her, to bring it up, but had been afraid to- for any number of logical and some not-so-logical reasons. Kurt smiled at Libby.
"It definitely is," he said softly, as he slid his hand the few inches that lay between them and lightly laid his hand over hers, light enough she could pull it away if she wanted, though he was pretty sure that wasn't a concern right then. "I'd love to be able to say that you... are my girlfriend," Kurt said, his voice going a bit soft though the grin on his face made it clear there was no uncertainty or reservation about that statement.
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A feeling that was not at all helped by what she'd somehow managed to say next.
"Well," she said, grinning shly over at Kurt, "I guess that would make you...my boyfriend, then."
Mind-blowing didn't even seem to cover it. Libby almost felt like she was having an out-of-body experience, like there was no way she could possibly be saying these things, and yet, there she was, saying them anyway, and just reveling in every word.
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"That's a title, I will gladly take," Kurt said finally, giving Libby a small reassuring grin. And then as he fell silent for a moment, he watched her for a moment, trying to remember everything about this moment that he could.
Slowly Kurt gave Libby's hand a gentle squeeze, then pulled his hand away, resting it back in his lap. He knew people 'normally' would hug or kiss or something after an announcement like this. But he knew they were anything but normal. Libby was far, far from normal, and that made this all the more special to him. Kurt was not going to rush things and he hoped that small gesture at least let Libby know he was not going to push anything, and he was ok with going as slow as she needed and wanted.
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It was almost a little disappointing, that Kurt had moved his hand, because if he hadn't, she might have eventually needed to squeeze it back.
The look she gave him now was a little lost, a little imploring. "So..." she said, "what now? I don't really know much about how these things are supposed to go..."
They didn't even have parental approval!
Well, she was pretty sure Kurt's parents, at this point, would have nothing but enthusiastic approval. Libby's, on the other hand...
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Kurt gave Libby a small, hopefully, reassuring smile as he thought about her question and the ones running around in his own mind. This was uncharted territory for him as well. New. Different. Stange. Terrifying. Exhilarating. So many feelings, all over the place, all at once.
"Well," Kurt said slowly, looking at Libby with a smile. "Now we get ready for whatever lies ahead of us. See what life... and God... has for us. Together."
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"Great," she said, shifting her journal off her lap and setting it aside on the rock before slipping off of it, brushing her hands off on her jeans for a moment before straightening and looking around at the vast array of trees surrounding them.
"Where should I start?"
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"Well," she ventured, feeling fairly confident about her first answer, "this larger lower branch here, for starters. It looks sturdy enough to hold my weight, and low enough that I can still reach it with a little bit of a jump. I think the real hard part is going to be whether I can pull myself up onto it..."