Lola August Catch-All

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who: Lola, and people! Even you!
what: Lola catch-all covering August
when: Throughout August
where: Various places, Lola has a few dates and a few run-ins with people.
warnings: Um, cuteness? Any thread that needs a warning will get it.

For right now all of the prompts here are going to be closed to specific people. I'll add a few open prompts later as I think of them. If you wanna PM this journal, private plurk me Rakath or hit me on discord (purplerakath#9681) to plot I am down!

All prompts are in prose, but I'll match styles with anyone who tags back.

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Ivar had it a little easier, Dolores spent more than a few nights in the city thinking over her... past. So Lola had more sex memories from Dolores than she did as herself. All of them just kinda hung on her in one way or another, a weird mix of excitement and horror. "I've been ending up in other beds, a few of them have been strangers." Which didn't bother her, and probably not Ivar. In any event this was a little worse.

"I know that, and you know that. But..." she won't go with that. Lola considers for a moment. "I should go and this, um, never happened?" Lola offers but she's still clearly very exhausted. Like... she'd get home and crash almost immediately. There was also a concern in the back of her mind whatever influenced her would still have a say when she tried to get home.

[ragnarsson]

Ivar rubs at the back of his neck with one hand, a movement that makes him look younger than he actually is. It's so easy to pretend things are just fine when they see each other on a regular basis with some distance in-between them. Being this close without any warnings made it a lot harder. He had no reference for how he was supposed to act.

Not for the first time, he wished his brothers were here. Ubbe or Hvitserk had plenty of experience with girls. They could have told him how to keep things from getting awkward. Alas, Ivar was on his own here.

"Going to run out of here with your tail between your legs?" The words came out a little sardonic. It was just Ivar's way, using sarcasm to create a barrier where one had been smashed to pieces already.

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Lola stopped and turned, trying to figure out what he was after. Leaving and pretending this never happened would mean not adding to the stress and crazy that is new mommy Letha. Which is good, Letha doesn't need this. Because Letha would take it all wrong, assume the worst, and yell at them.

And yelling at them was something Lola didn't need. Not when she didn't do anything wrong... on purpose.

"Sometimes running away is the smart play. You run away and you figure out what to do next. It isn't very glamorous but it doesn't get Letha shouting at me for stuff Dolores did." Because all of this would come back to that. Lola knew that, it was so easy to see where Letha's mind would go with this, even if it didn't play logically. "It isn't like I belong in your bed anyway."

[ragnarsson]

Ivar looked absolutely stricken at the mention of Letha, as though Letha had stabbed him with a knife instead of with words. Sometimes, it was all too easy to pretend things were alright. Then he'd hear a mention of her name, or smell someone's perfume, or hear someone talking, and he'd remember that she'd left him.

In a paradox to the grief-filled expression on his face, Ivar's words are level, almost calm in an odd way. "Letha...no longer matters."

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Lola's demeanor shifted all at once, the words replaced everything in Lola's candy colored head with confusion. 'No longer matters?' What does that even mean? It wasn't like Ivar's face was any help, he was always going through emotions in ways Lola didn't get, or couldn't get.

"What happened?"

[ragnarsson]

His voice stays even as he explains in short phrases, but this time it's more through sheer force of will. If he gives into what he's feeling right now, he's not going to be able to stop crying. "She left. Both me and Winter. Went through the portal to my world. And she didn't even tell me goodbye."

He didn't bother telling her what had come before. How they had slept together for the first time or how he'd finally told Letha that he loved her. Telling that would once again result in nothing but tears.

[threatenwithcuteness]

Disbelief, that's first. The idea that none of this makes sense. That it's a lie. But even Lola can't see how a lie this big would play out, it'd unravel so fast, so immediately. And there wasn't any point to that. Lola had been keeping her distance. Not her finest moment, sure, but she was bad at kids. She knew she was bad at kids.

Maybe if she was around more, no. No this was Letha. This was Letha the way she was, the twelve year old Dolores met. The girl who had so many ideas as to what was right, and what was wrong, and every one of them was wrong. And that's when Lola realized that she'd balled her hand into a fist so tight she was feeling her nails dig into her hand.

"...I have to go."

[ragnarsson]

"Then go." His voice came out a harsh, raspy bark. It was the voice of someone on the verge of tears who was desperately trying not to cry. He could feel them gathering at the edges of his eyes, threatening to spill over. So he furiously swiped at them, as if he could will them back inside.

It was bad enough going through this heartbreak. But to show such a blatant form of weakness? That was more than any young Viking warrior could have stood.