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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 10:24 pm
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all of the other rain deer
Resting one hand on his hip and chin over his shoulder, America took in the rain soaked scenery and its graceful inhabitants. There was a brief moment of wondering, once again, how Fiona could give it up even as Stryker had given up the sky. Part of her wanted to go out and play, and maybe she would, if only to come in and get warm once more. But for now she settled against his back for a long silence before pressing her smile to the back of his neck and going off in search of the neon marshmallows.
(She liked a bit of adventure in her snacks, and more besides: his face upon seeing them.)
As the kettle got started and s'mores paraphernalia was gathered, the girl considered those slight figures in the rain. Fiona and Taym were an odd pair on paper, but however many times he might bring to mind a superior but ultimately needy cat or a stray dog in all his painful hesitations, a deer was not so far from him at all. All sudden grace and nervous tension, and maybe he didn't have their sleek loveliness but sometimes there would be a shift in light or a small movement would catch at her breath a bit and with it would come the ever startling realization that she found him beautiful in the way of things that are wild and strange and damaged.
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 10:35 pm
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what's the sense in hurting my pride
Her quizzical expression softened into a fond grin, and she bumped against his shoulder, "Could have, but maybe not. Most of that stuff I didn't bother to remember, wasn't important." And then she brightened in the way she had, where it was every bit of her, "Is that a cave?"
Tugging him off the path, the cave was inspected (alas no bears) along with a number of trees, one of which had a secret little cubby (though sadly empty save for a single acorn.) It seemed she'd forgotten the bit of poetry easily enough, until she was inspecting their acorn prize and asking absently, "It was enclose then unclose, right?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 12, 2014 10:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 13, 2014 1:29 am
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what's the sense in hurting my pride
He'd swallowed the hurt and embarrassment. He'd been helped by that sudden lighting-up. When she did that maybe it was best that something else had her attention, lest she inevitably find him watching her, bewildered and stupid, feeling unspeakably tired and slow and dull, wondering yet again how the hell she'd managed to find anything in him to love.
He'd swallowed it well enough that it was very nearly gone by the time it came up again, and so the sudden lopsided smile--immediately deflected towards a leaf turned silver-side up in the grass, rather than meeting her eyes--was rueful and it was embarrassed but it wasn't angry and it wasn't even hurt, not really.
"Unclose. Shibboleth of pretentious writing everywhere that you can't just say open." But of course the enclose/unclose symmetry had been the point, and of course she'd picked up on it even if she hadn't realized it. He waved a hand dismissively, shredding a piece of bark between his fingers. "Never mind. It wasn't important," he echoed. "Someone else's words because his are better than mine. It just made me think of you. But everything makes me think of you."
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2014 9:44 pm
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dash or dancer
He doesn't stop her or interrupt her, just tries to find a way to move with her that doesn't make him feel woefully inadequate, and her compliment had helped, some, not just to dispel his self-conscious fears but to find his way.
He moves not with skill but with an ease that suggests that he could be good at this, in some other world where he'd had a reason to learn, and when he shifts his hand on her hip up to slip his fingers underneath her sweater it's not to distract her with something else but simply to feel her, skin on skin, as though the closeness might make it easier to match her.
"I like it when you sing to me," he says quietly and then, teasing, "although to be fair I've been told I'm tone deaf."
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2014 11:07 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 12:45 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 12:59 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 1:28 am
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