Difficult Lemon
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- Posted: Thu, 12 Jul 2012 04:03:35 +0000
Scott McCall
xXxXxXxXxXxXxX It’s all in your head
Don’t fear the unknownxXx
‘Cause you’ll let the unknown take control
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Scott had changed his course slightly, to give the founder’s mansion a little bit more space, who knew who was around it? The hunters had to have been planning some way to keep the part safe, and he’d rather not find out if they were around. That was when the scent hit him. He’d know it anywhere. Allison’s perfume. She was close by, she had to be. Turning again, he followed it, coming up on her from behind. He knew that probably wasn’t the best plan, with the possibility that any number of things that wanted to kill her could be out and about, and made an effort to make his steps louder so he couldn’t scare her too badly. That idea failed, horribly, because she swung around, pointing her crossbow at him. “Alli—” his quiet attempt to reassure her was cut off by the sound of the crossbow going off. He managed to move to the side and catch the arrow just inches away from his face. He lowered it and stared for a second, taking in just how beautiful she was in the moonlight, before moving forward, realizing that he was actually glad she hadn’t hesitated in shooting. Even if it meant he’d almost gotten shot in the head.
“I’m fine, don’t worry.” he said, holding up the arrow to show her as she met him and slid an arm around him, giving him a peck. He looked down at her as she mentioned thinking he was Derek or Jackson. “I haven’t seen either of them since school. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be careful, though. It’s good you almost shot me.” Then she started speaking again and he raised an eyebrow. That seemed a little extreme, especially when they might have suspected it wasn’t a werewolf killing, but then, he wasn’t a hunter. He didn’t feel the urge to exterminate to protect. He didn’t see the point, because didn’t that make them just as bad as the werewolves they were trying to kill? Sometimes, he didn’t believe Allison was one, either. She was too gentle. Everything he’d seen of the other Argents—her aunt Kate, her mother and father, her grandfather—told him they were all programmed to kill, be ruthless when it came to werewolves. She’d never been that way, even with Kate’s pushing. But then, this was a war, she could well become what he didn’t see in her. Still, though, stopping and helping Jackson might have gone better if everyone could just trust each other and work together. That probably wasn't going to happen, like, ever, though.
“I was just…letting off some tension. Running. I was just heading home now, though. I didn’t realize the hunters were out. I can leave, if you want.” he said, grinning, knowing she’d protest on that. He had no intention of leaving her alone in the woods until he heard her father and the other hunters coming back and knew that she was safe with them. As ruthless as they were, they would do a good job of making sure she didn’t get hurt. Hearing her belated greeting, his smile widened and he leaned down to kiss her lips lightly. “Hey.” he said, and pulled her closer as she asked who he was taking to the dance. “My mother. How about you?” he replied, knowing he sounded like a complete loser admitting it, but it was true. He was going to the dance with his mom. He didn’t have any interest in taking anyone from school but Allison. His arms tightened around her at her next words and he kissed the top of her head.
“I do, too.”
[Outfit: Side Picture, Song: Top picture
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So let yourself goxXxXxXxXxXxXx
And let yourself grow
Don’t you let them dig you a hole