You are to be hung in the morn anyway (F.S 1666)

Reincarnations

Sam grieved months after the death of her girlfriend's friends. She grieved for the look on Deena's face as the realisations and periods of déjà vu faded away, allowing the words to eventually come. It scared her to death the way Deena paled and the way she couldn't meet Sam's gaze. The way that Deena couldn't seem able to look at Sam the same after their second honeymoon period ended.

So when Sam felt her heart was breaking yet again, and that Deena was going to drop her hand (and her heart) again, she asked about Sarah Fier. Knowing that she'd only heard it in the simplest of forms from the small recount's journalists had managed to scoop out of Deena.

"Do you think you'll meet Sarah Fier when we're all done and gone...like off this earth?" it had been a lazy summer day. Slumped together on the grass of Sam's Sunnyvale lawn, her mother doing God knows what in the garden as Sam smiles to herself. Enjoying watching Deena speak to her with her head on Sam's lap.

Sam focuses on keeping her fingers busy, threading through Deena's beautifully long hair as she thinks to herself. She wanted to dip between thoughts of wanting to thank Sarah Fier, yet also not wanting to discredit her girlfriend's service to the whole of Shadyside. For a few moments she wonders if they are really more the less the same, all through the way that Deena had spoke to her about what she saw.

The blonde raises her head, looking up to the sky.

"Maybe she'll come to me one day, like she did for you, you know?" Sam lets out a loud laugh. Deena only rolls her eyes.

"Or maybe Hannah will come for you, you know?" Ever the stubborn one, Deena bites back. Supressing her own laugh at the way (you know) Sarah had tried to get Hannah to come for her. One thing that Deena hopes that Sam never comes to know.

It makes her hands grow clammy; she excuses it as well...Hannah did look exactly like Sam. And Deena has wanted to try that with Sam ever since they found out it was a thing.

"Ha, yeah." Sam dodges making an immature joke with her mum still in the garden near to them. "I don't think I'd want to experience any of it first-hand...like in the kindest way possible...but I'd thank her, or well...them both."

If Sam's mum did hear them, they were both pretty sure she'd probably be shaking her head at how pure and hopelessly sweet the interactions were. Espeacilly when Sam pulls her girlfriends hand to her lips and gives it a gentle kiss.

The blonde would never miss a single blush from Deena's cheeks, continuing with her words; "I'd tell them thank you for letting me keep my girlfriend alive, and for helping her to see loves not all that bad."

She flavours Deena's laughter with a small pinch to her cheek. Dodging a gentle slap as her girlfriend sits up, effectively straddling her with a small 'HEY!' plastered on her lips which misfires as their lips press together quickly.

"Loves not that bad." It's moments like this, loving in the open air with Samantha Fraser's once-upon-a-time homophobic mother nearby, that truly make Deena believe that. Espeacilly when her heart is still reeling from one of Sam's kisses, and her hands aren't thinking as her fingers tuck some loose hair behind her ear.

But Sam's smile is so wide, and Deena's so in awe that she can't help but mutter a 'Love is never bad with you.' Which paints the other girl's eyes so bright that Deena finds herself practically dragged out of the garden and up into Sam's bedroom.

Yet even when the bedroom door is to Sam's right, Deena's mouth sucking a bruising kiss onto the left side of Sam's neck, there's this feeling. A nagging, reminding feeling of grief reminding Sam of her and her girlfriends' impermanence. Along with how their friends are no longer on this plane of existence.