“You know I can hear you, right?” she calls, a laugh in her voice. “If you wanted to sneak, you should have done it when I wasn’t here. Get in here, Merlin.”
Monthly Archives: December 2014
THIS IS THE AMAZING PERSON AWARD! ONCE YOU ARE GIVEN THIS AWARD, YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO PASTE IT IN THE ASK OF EIGHT DIFFERENT PEOPLE, WHO, IN YOUR OPINION, DESERVE IT. IF YOU BREAK THE CHAIN ~ NOTHING WILL HAPPEN, BUT IT’S SWEET TO KNOW SOMEONE THINKS YOU’RE AMAZING INSIDE AND OUT (ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ
You realise you’re adorkable, right?
🙂
We need to catch up
Summer lifted an eyebrow, smiling. “Now that you’re on the run, you want to catch up? We could go out for a drink, I suppose.”
She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
She mock-frowned at him, nose wrinkling, and snatched up her plate, holding it close to her nose the whole way to the table. Just the smells alone were heaven. Sitting down, she watched Derek, all but wriggling in her seat, to see when it was okay to eat.
As soon as she saw him take his first bite, she started in, and only some serious willpower kept her from devouring the whole plateful in less than five minutes. Halfway through, something occurred to her, and she struggled for a moment before darting after the pad. Scrawling in her haste to get back to the food, she wrote, ‘can I have a chalkboard?’
Derek began to eat and smiled when Summer began also, Isaac already a bite ahead of them. Isaac and Derek were talking absently about the last pack meeting when she darted from the table. Derek was halfway out of his seat when she came back in. He reseated himself as she got back to her own chair.
He read the pad and smiled, nodding. “Sure, I’m sure we can find you one tomorrow to use. How’s the food?” he asked, taking another bite of his own.
She gave him an enthusiastic series of nods and went back to eating, absently doodling on the pad as she shoveled food into her mouth with the other hand. She wasn’t really thinking about what she was thinking, other than ‘this is the best thing I’ve had in weeks’, and she blinked when her fork met empty plate.
Then she frowned at the doodles on the pad. Which turned out to be a list — of things she didn’t have, and ought to (something unhappy crinkled down her spine at that word). Clothes topped the list, and she squirmed in her seat. A wisp of memory suggested, ‘expensive’. And ‘selfish’.
Abandoning the pad, she carried her plate over to the sink, automatically rinsing it off and glancing around, before she realised she didn’t know what she was looking for. She huffed in frustration. Bits of disconnected memory came and went, usually when she least expected it, and it made her /nuts/.
She pushed the hood back again to stare at him, embarrassment tinting her cheeks. Then she flung herself at him in a huge hug, radiating gratitude overwhelmingly.
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
She stared after him for a moment, eyes flicking to Derek, pad dangling limply from her hand. That simply? That easily, people took her in? A rush of relief, akin to the one she felt earlier in the day, overtook her, and she blinked hard so as not to cry. Putting the pad down, she couldn’t stop the huge grin from spreading across her face, and didn’t even try. Instead she all but bounded into the kitchen, leaning close to the chicken to sniff in a deep breath. Her mouth watered and her stomach growled again.
Derek raised an eyebrow as she just stared for a minute, but then he smiled a bit as she hopped up and dashed for the food. He was pleased to see a smile on her face. Isaac was a good one to talk to.
When she leaned over the food and sniffed, making her stomach growl, Derek laughed and Isaac chuckled. “Well go on,” Derek said, grabbing his and Isaac’s plate. “Don’t just sniff it, let’s eat.”
She mock-frowned at him, nose wrinkling, and snatched up her plate, holding it close to her nose the whole way to the table. Just the smells alone were heaven. Sitting down, she watched Derek, all but wriggling in her seat, to see when it was okay to eat.
As soon as she saw him take his first bite, she started in, and only some serious willpower kept her from devouring the whole plateful in less than five minutes. Halfway through, something occurred to her, and she struggled for a moment before darting after the pad. Scrawling in her haste to get back to the food, she wrote, ‘can I have a chalkboard?’
“Please don’t go, I love you.”
“You what?” he asked as he spun around in the door frame to look at her, confused was just the start of what he was feeling right now.
“I’m asking for a man who threw himself in front of a bullet for me, without even thinking. For the man who wanted to take me on a date to Rome, and brought flowers, and was shy and sweet about it. The man who wants to believe death isn’t a part of being a hero, and is still worried about hurting others.” She looked up at him with a sad smile. “Love doesn’t exclude pain, Pietro. If you hurt me, I’ll heal.
“If you say no, I won’t say anything about it again.”
Pietro sighed not knowing what he could say to her. What he should say to her. ”There are others like that, like what you want. You know, without the daddy issues and the whole having a job killing people because I don’t know how to be any different,” he said taking steps forward to her, “I…” he said, looking down at her feet before looking up again, “I just, I don’t think I could say no exactly.”
“Name one of us who isn’t like that, someone who doesn’t have their own ghosts and demons.” Summer clenched her nails into her palms to keep from stepping forward, into his arms. “I — I don’t need you to change for me. I’m not asking for that. I want you the way you are.” She turned her head, strands of hair sliding over her face, closing herself off completely. “I’m not in your mind, I won’t — just say … what you want me to do.”
i wish running away into rp didnt depend on someone else as well as me
She stared at the frosted glass blindly, holding the image in her mind of what lay beyond it. Her friend, flat and more still than she’d ever known him to be, tubes emerging from mouth and limbs, a machine breathing for him. Silent, as he was never silent.
He would never strive for the last laugh again.
She shifted slightly, and just like that she could see his face, slack in sedation, through the clear stripes in the glass. Something tore inside her.
“Come back. Come back. Come back!” Her voice cracked on the tears choking her throat, and she crumpled, sobs dragging themselves out of her chest, her mouth warped around a despairing cry.
Replies probably not happening easily today; my friend is sinking fast. Going to be very selective