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goldsteins) wrote2018-03-07 08:14 pm
goldsteins) wrote2018-03-07 08:14 pm
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Tina Goldstein is so very used to being alone these days. The Oceanview Apartment is near as empty as it was on the day she arrived of personal effects, and she stays there rarely. It's too big for her by herself after years in a small brownstone with her sister, but worse it's lonely. A constant reminder that Queenie was nowhere to be found and for the first time in her twenty-five years the older Goldstein was utterly alone.
She spent hours in the library studying topics she didn't dream of for want of something to do. And if she wasn't doing that she picked up whatever private investigation work she could, but it wasn't the same. She managed, but she couldn't say she she flourished at all in Darrow-- Though there was one special part of it the woman held close to her heart.
A new, blossoming courtship with one Newt Scamander. Officially.
Despite any logical thought it was a bad idea to get into, Tina held onto the fluttering fledgling of hope that perched on her shoulder. One or both of them might disappear and then what-- would their experiences here matter? It's not a thought she allows to captivate her, instead forcing herself to live in the moment. She wasn't the type of woman to get caught up in self-pity and, at the very least, she wasn't utterly alone-- It was a fact she wrestled with quite often.
Newt wasn't the only one within Darrow she cared for, though he was the one to take up most of her attention (and perhaps rightfully so). She might keep most often to herself, but she tries to be amicable when she meets others. Only one so far seemed to manage to brush passed prickly defenses and, despite her nosiness on some affairs, Tina finds herself grateful for the other woman. She still kept much of herself private, but then she kept her life in Darrow separate from the one at home on purpose. Her laws might not exist here, but she feels more stable if she keeps to herself all the same.
Briefly though it was Peggy Carter was the only person in Darrow who knew anything of her magic-- Well. anyone she chose to know about it anyway. Even that little bit was a symbol of trust she's still hesitant to shine anymore light on, but she finds it doesn't matter either-- She's grown used to the other woman's company and their apparent unspoken decision to meet for coffee once a week.
Though this particular excursion she was all but dreading. February had ended it and with it came the early days of March, but it was neither of those things that made her wary but the event that took place during the time that the pair hadn't met. Tina's all too aware that Peggy wanted to hear the details of her date with Newt, but she's far from one to speak about any such personal affairs and can only hope that the other woman coincidentally forgot.
Of course, she was rarely ever that lucky so she was prepared to change subjects (or she hoped she was).
Shaking her head to herself, she drew a breath as she found her way into the increasingly familiar cafe. A glance around tells her she's the first to arrive, but then she expected that, too. She had a tendency to leave early and enjoyed the time it meant to read to herself and enjoy a warm cup of drink. She does just that, ordering two cups of coffee before settling in, book in hand, to wait for the other woman to appear.
She spent hours in the library studying topics she didn't dream of for want of something to do. And if she wasn't doing that she picked up whatever private investigation work she could, but it wasn't the same. She managed, but she couldn't say she she flourished at all in Darrow-- Though there was one special part of it the woman held close to her heart.
A new, blossoming courtship with one Newt Scamander. Officially.
Despite any logical thought it was a bad idea to get into, Tina held onto the fluttering fledgling of hope that perched on her shoulder. One or both of them might disappear and then what-- would their experiences here matter? It's not a thought she allows to captivate her, instead forcing herself to live in the moment. She wasn't the type of woman to get caught up in self-pity and, at the very least, she wasn't utterly alone-- It was a fact she wrestled with quite often.
Newt wasn't the only one within Darrow she cared for, though he was the one to take up most of her attention (and perhaps rightfully so). She might keep most often to herself, but she tries to be amicable when she meets others. Only one so far seemed to manage to brush passed prickly defenses and, despite her nosiness on some affairs, Tina finds herself grateful for the other woman. She still kept much of herself private, but then she kept her life in Darrow separate from the one at home on purpose. Her laws might not exist here, but she feels more stable if she keeps to herself all the same.
Briefly though it was Peggy Carter was the only person in Darrow who knew anything of her magic-- Well. anyone she chose to know about it anyway. Even that little bit was a symbol of trust she's still hesitant to shine anymore light on, but she finds it doesn't matter either-- She's grown used to the other woman's company and their apparent unspoken decision to meet for coffee once a week.
Though this particular excursion she was all but dreading. February had ended it and with it came the early days of March, but it was neither of those things that made her wary but the event that took place during the time that the pair hadn't met. Tina's all too aware that Peggy wanted to hear the details of her date with Newt, but she's far from one to speak about any such personal affairs and can only hope that the other woman coincidentally forgot.
Of course, she was rarely ever that lucky so she was prepared to change subjects (or she hoped she was).
Shaking her head to herself, she drew a breath as she found her way into the increasingly familiar cafe. A glance around tells her she's the first to arrive, but then she expected that, too. She had a tendency to leave early and enjoyed the time it meant to read to herself and enjoy a warm cup of drink. She does just that, ordering two cups of coffee before settling in, book in hand, to wait for the other woman to appear.