//Even if my desire to RP on here has gone down to almost zero, I do enjoy reading the RP’s you do.
*shifty eyes* Uh. Thanks.
wow, I /still/ suck at taking compliments.
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Hey, Lover
(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“Isiah, this is what I do. It’s what I am.” Summer was a little shocked at his resistance. “I’m not sure it’ll work either, but it’s worth a try after lunch.” She flipped idly through the menu, vaguely pondering the various choices. “You make it sound like you don’t want to know what happened to you.”
“I….it’s not that. I just have an idea what might h-have caused it and I’m slightly afraid of what I might find,” he said softly, The waitress came back and took their orders and menus and then left them be. “I just know that what I was doing before I lost my memory makes it highly likely that whatever caused it was bad.”
“Start there,” Summer suggested. “Tell me the last thing you remember. I’m not probing now, I’m just listening, you’re just talking.” She spread her hands, looking at him. “It can only be so bad.. You’re here, now, alive.”
Hey, Lover
(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“What I want doesn’t matter.” The reply was easy and familiar and thoughtless. She shoved the car door shut with a foot. “You have to tell me everything you remember about that time. You have to be willing to feel it. I don’t promise this will work.” She held the door to the diner open for him, slipping inside behind him.
“There’s no way to know what I might find.”
“It does matter what you want. You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” he said as they were seated quickly by the waitress who saw his cane, getting them a comfortable booth and taking their drink orders as she gave them their menus.
”I’m not even sure it’ll work,” he said softly as he looked at the menu, planning on making her wait till they ate before doing anything even if she did want to.
“Isiah, this is what I do. It’s what I am.” Summer was a little shocked at his resistance. “I’m not sure it’ll work either, but it’s worth a try after lunch.” She flipped idly through the menu, vaguely pondering the various choices. “You make it sound like you don’t want to know what happened to you.”
Hey, Lover
(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“I’m not entirely human, Isiah,” Summer said, equally softly. She didn’t look at him. “I have a — gift, a power, that I can read people’s emotions, their hearts, and sometimes, very rarely, I can see the events that evoked those emotions.”
Isiah was more surprised by the fact that he just nodded and accepted it, knowing that it was possible and he believed her. He’d finally gotten himself out of his seat and was waiting for her so they could head inside.
“Alright then. Are you sure you want to, though?”
“What I want doesn’t matter.” The reply was easy and familiar and thoughtless. She shoved the car door shut with a foot. “You have to tell me everything you remember about that time. You have to be willing to feel it. I don’t promise this will work.” She held the door to the diner open for him, slipping inside behind him.
“There’s no way to know what I might find.”
Hey, Lover
(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“That makes sense.” Summer folded her hands around one knee and chewed on her lip. “So there’s just this gap, there. With nothing in it. North Dakota’s a long way from here. And kind of in another direction.” She thought some more. “I … might be able to retrieve some of those memories. Or at least tell you something about them.”
“How?” he asked her as he finally found a diner that seemed okay to eat at, pulling into the parking lot and parking in the handicapped spot, needing to, but making sure to put the placard up for it.
“Everything about this confuses me,” he admitted softly.
“I’m not entirely human, Isiah,” Summer said, equally softly. She didn’t look at him. “I have a — gift, a power, that I can read people’s emotions, their hearts, and sometimes, very rarely, I can see the events that evoked those emotions.”
Hey, Lover
(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“So what brings you to town, Isiah with no memories? Something must have happened between now and when you woke up, since you can rent a car, you know how to drive, and you have money for a bar and a hotel.” She slid into the passenger side.
Isiah got himself buckled in and waited til she was as well before starting the car, carefully backing out of the parking spot.
“Thankfully, whatever happened to me in the past seven years, nothing’s touched my savings account. I had a job when I was in high school and I saved all of my pay checks, plus any money given for holidays and such, so it grew in interest, added to the money that was left to me when my father died. I was planning to use it while I was in college, but whatever caused my memory loss changed that, but it’s still there,” he said, not feeling it was worth it to hide it from Summer.
“Right now I’m trying to figure out what happened, so I plan on going back to the last place I remember being,” he said with a shrug.
“That makes sense.” Summer folded her hands around one knee and chewed on her lip. “So there’s just this gap, there. With nothing in it. North Dakota’s a long way from here. And kind of in another direction.” She thought some more. “I … might be able to retrieve some of those memories. Or at least tell you something about them.”
Hey, Lover
(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“Nah, this’ll do me for a while.” She watched him move around the room, tall and lanky even with the limp. It was more than clear why she’d tried to hit on him last night, with that mop of curly ginger hair and the engaging smile. He really seemed to be a sweetheart; it was just too damn bad he was gay.
Summer shook it off, putting a hand on the doorknob. “All set?”
Isiah looked up when he felt her staring at him, smiling slightly, a little curious until she spoke and he nodded. “Yup.” He grabbed his keys and key-card and followed her out of the door, limping slowly behind her and unlocking his rental car, the red cabriolet’s lights lighting up for a second as he did so.
“So what brings you to town, Isiah with no memories? Something must have happened between now and when you woke up, since you can rent a car, you know how to drive, and you have money for a bar and a hotel.” She slid into the passenger side.
Hey, Lover
(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“I can make that stop,” Summer said quietly, watching his struggle. “Whatever it is that causes the pain will still be there, but I can make the pain stop.” She turned away, fishing on the nightstand for her hair clips, and wound the knee-length mane up into a tidy bun, hiding all the tangles in the twists of hair and pinning it firmly.
“Would you like a brush to brush your hair with?” he asked, shaking off her offer to help with his legs, not quite sure he trusted her that much yet. Carefully he gathered clean clothes and went to the bathroom to change, coming out in a pair of simple jeans, a long sleeved undershirt, a jumper and simple sneakers.
“Nah, this’ll do me for a while.” She watched him move around the room, tall and lanky even with the limp. It was more than clear why she’d tried to hit on him last night, with that mop of curly ginger hair and the engaging smile. He really seemed to be a sweetheart; it was just too damn bad he was gay.
Summer shook it off, putting a hand on the doorknob. “All set?”
Hey, Lover
(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
Putting her hands on her knees, she pushed herself upright. “This is what I do, Isiah. I help people. If they allow me to.” Fingering a tangle in her hair, Summer went on, “Let me take you to lunch, and tell me /everything/.”
Isiah, figuring it couldn’t hurt, nodded and agreed, but planned to pay for his own lunch.
“Alright,” he agreed verbally before carefully shifting so his feet were both on the floor and grabbed his cane to stand, biting back a groan at the pain that welled up from his worse knee at the movement.
“I can make that stop,” Summer said quietly, watching his struggle. “Whatever it is that causes the pain will still be there, but I can make the pain stop.” She turned away, fishing on the nightstand for her hair clips, and wound the knee-length mane up into a tidy bun, hiding all the tangles in the twists of hair and pinning it firmly.
Hey, Lover
(Wouldn’t happen like a sexual thing, Ross is strictly dickly, but I do have something.)
Isiah had noticed the woman hitting on a bunch of people the night before at the bar, drunk and not at all safe to drive and he doubted she would want to wake up next to some of the people she was hitting on, so when she made her way to him he pretended to accept it and took her back to his hotel room but got her to sleep, covering her with the blanket when she finally did and getting himself as comfortable as he could on the couch, reluctantly taking a pain killer to do so so his leg wouldn’t wake him up, but he was still up before she was.
“Hey, how’d you sleep?” he asked, keeping his voice low when she awoke.”
“You’re not eighteen now,” she commented. “That’s a lot of time to lose. We’ve just met, and you’re already one of the strangest cases I’ve ever come across.” Summer looked up to meet his eyes. Quietly, she said, “You were right, before. You don’t know anything about me. I don’t normally get rescued. I do the rescuing.
“And I think I might be able to help you.”
“And why would you do that? I’ve not really done anything to cause you to want to help me,” Isiah said, slightly confused by her wanting to help and wondering what she meant by saving people. “And no, I’m not 18. I’m 25 apparently. I woke up in Virginia but the last thing I remember was being in North Dakota,” he said softly.
Putting her hands on her knees, she pushed herself upright. “This is what I do, Isiah. I help people. If they allow me to.” Fingering a tangle in her hair, Summer went on, “Let me take you to lunch, and tell me /everything/.”