can_be_more: (*kick! kick!* make it worse!j/a)
Aeryn hasn't really slept. She should, because she's exhausted, but she's afraid she might sleep through any alarm, and... sappy as it is, she wants as much time with John as possible, even if he's not conscious.

She keeps checking the time, and it's still dark when she finally disentangles herself from him and gets out of bed. She gets dressed and collects the last of her things, moving around the room as quietly as possible. It had been strange packing things up, and that was for reasons other than the constant but welcome interruptions that she hadn't expected; Cameron told her once that all of the stuff she had around her room was what made it hers. And now she has to leave most of it behind in a locker in John's room. That says a lot, really.

She checks one more time in case she's leaving behind anything she might need, then realizes that's pretty spoiled of her. She didn't have any of it when she first got here. She'll have to do without it. It probably only confirms how much she's changed since she got here, and how much changing back she has to do. Besides, she's only stalling.

Aeryn makes her way back to the bed, and all of a sudden it's hard to breathe. She thinks about waking him up like he asked, but if she does that she won't leave and she needs to leave. And she can't say goodbye. She can't. Swallowing, Aeryn leans over to kiss him lightly, and it strikes her that this is it. This is the last time she's ever going to kiss him. It's the last time she's ever even going to see him. In ten cycles she'll probably already be dead, and he'll probably be married to someone else, and that's just the way it has to be. This, despite everything, had to just be temporary.

Except it's not and she knows it.

She straightens, blinking hard. She backs away, grabs her bag and hefts it onto her shoulder, and heads towards the door. Belatedly, she thinks to find her key. The key itself she places on a table, but the keychain's hers.

Aeryn closes the door behind her again when she leaves.
can_be_more: (brave like soldier!aeryn)
Aeryn has had better days. She's leaving, like it or not. And while she avoided it last night... It would be safe to say John didn't take it so well. Her last class also managed to kill her just a little bit. And now it's time for the other stuff.

She's spent at least a couple months now living in two rooms without living in either of them, and that makes it difficult to do things like pack. Especially when she's collected a lot of things and can't bring most of them with her.

And what she can't bring, she'll move into 238. She'll get the locker John got her into the room, stuff her things into there. He can do whatever he wants with it. Keep it, burn it, forget about it... It's not really hers anymore anyway.

Throughout the afternoon she can be seen going back and forth between the two rooms, so the doors are open.


[OOC: Yes, I am putting up OCD threads for each room, cuz there are a lotta people who might be in one room and not the other. Shut up. Come say bye to Aeryn.]

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