( it's a silly thought, that in a year, or two, she'd have forgotten him. that she'd wake and realize the absence and not ache for what never had the chance to be. it'd taken a century to even admit to someone she saw his face in every potential loss. and even in trying to find her way again, back from the edge of isolation and detachment, she had still never managed to forget Steve Trevor. she'd never tried, and she'd never want to.
in fact, those decades of mourning make the idea of seeing him again terrifying. she has memories of being in his arms and conversations shared and silly little kisses under mistletoe lived with him here that seem like a wisp of imagination compared to the hard and aching life she's had to live without him. she'd asked Bruce about Steve and even still it was hard to really believe anything but what she'd known for so long, that he was gone and due in no small part to her. logically it's foolish yet a part of her wants to run from the possibility he may not be there when she opens the door. if she never opens it, she'll never have to know.
running used to be her instinct, yet she'd been learning to fight it before she woke. she can't forget everything she learned in building her team the second change becomes difficult, she has to keep believing and pushing toward the light. even if it scares her. turns out, there are things that can frighten Diana, Princess of Themyscira.
she turns the knob and carefully steps into the dim room, feet bare and dressed in the nightgown she'd disappeared in but with a coat over her shoulders. Steve can probably guess where that came from, though talking about how Bruce managed to find her first is likely not the first thing she'll want to talk about. )
Steve, ( she whispers, and if she'd intended to be stronger, or more logical about this, she's already failed. Steve hasn't ever seen her cry, not in the worst of what they'd faced together in the war... he didn't see how she'd broken the second she knew he was gone. he'd get to see her pain now. turns out there was no way to hide it, even if she'd wanted to try. )
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in fact, those decades of mourning make the idea of seeing him again terrifying. she has memories of being in his arms and conversations shared and silly little kisses under mistletoe lived with him here that seem like a wisp of imagination compared to the hard and aching life she's had to live without him. she'd asked Bruce about Steve and even still it was hard to really believe anything but what she'd known for so long, that he was gone and due in no small part to her. logically it's foolish yet a part of her wants to run from the possibility he may not be there when she opens the door. if she never opens it, she'll never have to know.
running used to be her instinct, yet she'd been learning to fight it before she woke. she can't forget everything she learned in building her team the second change becomes difficult, she has to keep believing and pushing toward the light. even if it scares her. turns out, there are things that can frighten Diana, Princess of Themyscira.
she turns the knob and carefully steps into the dim room, feet bare and dressed in the nightgown she'd disappeared in but with a coat over her shoulders. Steve can probably guess where that came from, though talking about how Bruce managed to find her first is likely not the first thing she'll want to talk about. )
Steve, ( she whispers, and if she'd intended to be stronger, or more logical about this, she's already failed. Steve hasn't ever seen her cry, not in the worst of what they'd faced together in the war... he didn't see how she'd broken the second she knew he was gone. he'd get to see her pain now. turns out there was no way to hide it, even if she'd wanted to try. )