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 Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 7:17 pm
Nevada paced in her room, paced until she was sure that her room had a permanent groove from her walk path. It had been two...two and half weeks? That was too long, it was driving her insane. She wanted her best friend. No didn't just wanted, she needed to talk to Stormy.
She had tried not to be dependent on someone but Stormy was different. Stormy was her best best friend. Someone she talked to with everything. She wanted to talk to her at the O mission, She wanted to talk to her and tell her all the things and everything.
Well that really settled her nerves. Two and half weeks was a lot of time to space between each other. Brief moments of seeing each other was nothing compared to coming home, sitting back and watching Disney and cuddling with Stormy.
It was time to go back and talk and stuff.
So after pacing and gathering clothes and leaving her stuffy undercoated room, she went back to Stormy's room, unlocking it with the key and stepping in. "Stormy?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 8:55 pm
Stormy had been deep asleep in one of her usual cat naps, a habit which had only been exacerbated under Nevada's influence and lingered even with the separation. And much like they had been since her accidental trip to the Sahara, her dreams were fragmented and frightening. She had been tensed and in a ball on her bed (the usual position) when the sound of the door opening woke her.
With a jolt, the trainee went into a small spasm, grasping at insects that weren't there. Then a split second later, her hand blindly fumbled for the swiss army knife under her pillow, panicking for a moment until he felt the solid handle under her fingers. She was just bringing it up and flicking the knife part up when her sleep-addled brain recognized the voice.
Oh.
Blearily she stared at Nevada, growing cold with horror at herself. The Swiss army knife wasn't even a threat here at Deus, not being having been converted and all; but its presence had been a comfort to her while she sat in the room alone, an indicator of being able to fight back if nothing else. Slowly Stormy lowered it, dropping her gaze along with it to her friend's feet.
"Don't scare me like that," she mumbled, her heart still pumping in the aftermath.
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 9:06 pm
The sleeping form was met with a raised eyebrow, almost with Nevada sinking into the bed with her best friend to wake her gently. It was more out of habit and comfort with the girl then anything else.
She heard a soft gasp, the blankets ripped open and Storming sitting up with a pocket knife pointed at the older mist.
Nevada's eyebrow winged more, coming over to the bed and gently lowering the weapon down with Stormy, cocking her head.
"I'll try to give you a better warning next time Little sister." She looked at the pocket knife curiously, not sure if she should be offended by the weapon pointing or worried. Well, Worried was the key thought here, she just didn't let it show on her face. "Nightmare. What were you going to do with that...?" She tapped the knife, "I know you've warned me about my long hair but I'd prefer a informal haircut with a pair of scissors still." She reached up to brush hair over her friends face. "Wanna talk about it?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 11:04 pm
The fact that she had woken up to someone on her bed only frayed her nerves and strengthened the ensuing guilt. It was one thing to want to shut out Gale just because he had surprised her by coming so quickly, and another to try and raise a weapon at her best friend.
Stormy shut her eyes tight as Nevada brushed at her hair. "No," she answered after a moment, forcing her voice to be steady despite clearly sounding like she hadn't drunk enough water. "It's fine." Her tensed shoulders slowly began to loosen up, and she opened her eyes with an apologetic look. "Sorry." She stashed the Swiss army knife back under her pillow and began to stretch her arms.
"So, um . . . how're you today?" she asked, yawning. Best to specify so that the conversation didn't vomit everything they were both holding back.
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 11:13 pm
"Okay." She knew that Stormy was lying, but wouldn't press. There had been a lot going on and a bodies way of cleansing it was the terrible memories and nightmares. "No need to be sorry Stormy, It's not a bad habit to get into." She watched as the knife disappeared into the pillow. "The Island is dangerous and you've found a good way to protect yourself." She looked over to the wall.
"I've missed you." She laced her hands, "And got tired of missing you because of my selfishness. I wanted to apologize..." She looked back to the girl, "What I feel today, is too apologize. I left abruptly and with a half assed excuse..." She shrugged.
"I've not worked through it yet, but I wanted my best friend. I wanted to share things with you, and ask if you didn't mind me moving back in?" She let her hands drop, "It seems that my favorite cuddling partner is the one I've gotten use to the most. It's just not the same with others." She teased, "How are you, yourself?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 11:37 pm
It wasn't good at all, she thought wryly. It couldn't hurt a Fear shield if she jammed it with all her might.
Still, Stormy couldn't help but feel pleased with herself knowing that she was the best cuddler Nevada knew; it validated her irrational (if slight) uncertainty about other people she hung out with. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, mimicking the other and lacing her hands in her lap. "Oh, you know . . . Tired, moody, energetic, happy, sad--all over the place," she answered mildly, like they were talking about the weather. A kindly smile began to appear on her face. "But mostly lonely. I'd be happy to have you back, Alice~"
The room had been getting too silent anyway. And, well, a tad messy. She still had things sort of . . . strewn about . . . Whoops.
"I'll accept your apology if you accept mine for being . . . I dunno. Awkward I guess is the way to describe it." Stormy tilted her head. "The whole Sahara thing and all . . . I've been wondering if, um--if me ignoring you back there made you leave."
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 11:59 pm
Sometimes, it was better to have a symbol rather then something that could do real harm. The intent was still the same to Nevada, and had she been any other, she had no doubt Stormy would've handle herself.
"Sounds like a Storm within Stormy." Nevada smile spread and she reached over and hugged Stormy tight, "I'm sorry you've got that all running around. I suppose I can relate with everything going on. So much stuff has happened so..." She shrugged, "I'll have you know, my room was dull. And boring. and too white..."
She didn't mind the messes, went about cleaning some up anyways because it was normal for her. This was a normal for her.
"Not all the way, but I suppose it was part of it." Nevada mused, "The biggest reasoning was the fact that I couldn't balance the idea of people dying and it being normal. Turning it around to equate it to the fact that I felt I cared too much about people and thus couldn't adjust to death as easily as I felt was nesscary on the battlefield." Nevada sighed, "I didn't turn into a mist robot on the field, and I was more concerned about yours and others well being....To have you ignore me, it almost felt like you reached that level that I couldn't. Which isn't the case...." Nevada sat back down. "I was terrified, and I couldn't handle it, so I took the space to think about it."
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 4:35 pm
Stormy hadn't been aware how much she'd missed hugging her until it happened, and she had to swallow the urge to suddenly cry. "Stormy Crazy," she offered in a mumble, her arms sliding reluctantly off Nevada as her friend tried to clean up some of her mess. Most of it consisted of her thoughts on paper, random doodles, and sometimes just crumpled empty loose leaf, along with a pillow here and there as if she had spent an inordinate amount of time on the ground.
She listened and felt a few needles go through her heart the more Nevada spoke. It was comforting to know she wasn't the only one who felt that way, that it was okay not to be able to handle the constant threats of death like others could. Caring too much shouldn't have to be a problem . . . But there it was. Stormy hadn't been aware this was something Nevada struggled with too, though, and it was a bittersweet realization to know they had another thing in common.
"Nevada, what I was back there wasn't . . . good," she said, her eyes drifting off to the side with guilt. "A lot of bad thoughts and stuff. Shutting down isn't healthy; I hope you never turn into a Mist robot, because that means you wouldn't be you, and that would make me sad."
She chewed the inside of her cheek for a moment. "I-I'm sorry I scared you . . . Really I scared myself, too. But it's not a bad thing to be concerned about other people, not so long as you care about yourself too."
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 6:19 pm
She laughed. "It's always been a better of the crazies on the Island." She watched Stormy carefully. The fact that they shared so much, it wasn't surprising but was when Stormy shared the same thought process...The same pain. The same struggle.
"Well, I couldn't anyways. You won't have to worry about me doing that." She shrugged, "I decided much later and after talks with others after the Sahara that it just...it just wasn't meant to be. I can't stop caring about anyone, and really don't want to either."
She paused, reaching over to brush her friends hair before just completely enfolding her in cuddles. "It's okay, It's something we learned from. It'll take a little time to accept it but..." She squeezed..."I have a girlfriend now."
GOOD TIME FOR TOPIC CHANGE RIGHT?
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 7:11 pm
Oh . . . phew. It seemed Nevada had done her soul searching in those two and a half weeks, and while Stormy would have happily talked her through it, it was something of a relief to not have to pour herself into the effort; she wasn't entirely sure how much she could have given anyway. "Good!" she said decidedly, happy to sink into cuddles and happy that for once something could be nice and easy to tie up. Even if it meant her days of anxiety and running over the memories had been, essentially, a waste of her time and energy.
And then Nevada said the magic word: girlfriend.
For a moment Stormy didn't react. Two moments. Three moments. She was stunned by the sudden topic shift and had trouble comprehending what it was she'd exactly heard as well as what it meant.
"Ah." What an intelligent response.
She shifted a little in Nevada's arms and tilted her head with a perplexed look. In her quick mental overview, there was only one real possible candidate for this, but . . . "Tell me about it?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2013 12:12 pm
Done most of her soul searching. There was still questions, doubts and things that she would prefer to figure out as well. She didn't want to repeat this with Stormy again, it hurt more then she thought.
And yes the magic word was girlfriend for the day...
She waited and watched Stormy's reaction. She understood, that Stormy had some sort of aversion to gay things, though she thought it was more something pertaining to the smaller mist huntress, she still watched for her friend's reaction. The silence stretched and her features spoke loudly of shock, of gears turning.
Even the response was a simple Ah and had a winged eyebrow from Nevada raising. Her intent was not to break her friend...
"Well..." She shuffled a little nervously. "I suppose I will tell you who first, and then how it came to be. It's Chelsea, the pink haired sun hunter? I think you've met her a couple of times." She started to blush a little. "As to the how, it's very complicated and simple at the same time I guess. She's been very flirty with me...like...like how I am? But more touchy and feely and stuff. During the tournament, she won one of her battles and so I gave a kiss to the winner and well yeah." She had done the same for Jack, so she hadn't thought much about it.
"I guess from their it's been like a hit and go attraction? I didn't even think about it until the party. And things happened, and I didn't want to be alone and she offered to come with me. We ah..." She skirted around this, "hooked up and she confessed that she loved me...which stunned me. And considering my track record...I thought maybe I should try to be with a girl, and one who had confessed to me first. Just to get to know her more and go from there."
She huffed and then smiled at Stormy, albeit nervously.
"So...So there you have it." Nevada nodded, "Chelsea said she loves me...I told her like her...but that was it...she seemed okay with it."
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Posted: Sat Nov 23, 2013 7:38 pm
Chel, as she figured. Maybe it was wrong of Stormy to assume, but after seeing her and the Sun hunter around each other a few times, it wasn't exactly a leap of logic once her friend mentioned girlfriends. Sitting back, she listened to Nevada's tale without interruption, her head still cocked curiously as she absorbed the information. Her prior experiences with Chel had been very few and far in between; the only real impression Stormy had of her was the bright hair and a sort of bluntness about her.
And a penchant for calling people "hot", as she remembered during her own tournament fight.
It wasn't surprising to her, the more she thought it over, that Nevada would have found herself in this sort of relationship. They sounded similar as far as being openly affectionate . . . But when Nevada mentioned that the girl had said she loved her, Stormy froze a little. "Hmm." Her brows knitted a little at the nervousness her bestie was exhibiting, wondering what could--Wait. Oh. And the guilt rose in her like bile she had to swallow back.
Taking a breath, Stormy reached out and took Nevada's hands. "Please don't take this the wrong way," she began (great first words of comfort there), a sympathetic look on her face, "but . . . Well, I'm sure Chel is nice, and you're friends so that's cool, too. But I don't know . . . Using the L word so quick like that, it doesn't feel right to me." And maybe that was just her fairytale old fashioned senses being revealed, but if Nevada was going to be with someone, after all that other heartbreak? Stormy was determined to keep her from being hurt again. "I'm happy you're moving on from before, but it's sort of . . . backwards, don't you think? Hearing someone say they love you and then deciding to date them to find out why?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 24, 2013 10:48 pm
She returned the sudden but soft grip of hands, intertwining her hands with Stormy's almost automatically without losing eye contact.
"I won't..." She waited, knowing either two things could happen. One, was the complete denial of such a baseless relationship off being two girls...or Two, that Stormy saw the same doubts that Nevada had in the logic behind it. "I'm not sure of it..." She nodded, "To throw it around, It's why I didn't tell her....or Tuck or Otto. I've only ever said I liked them, Only that I liked them a lot." She nodded, her head bobbing up and down, in a continuous motion as she bit her lip.
"But...what if Stormy?" Nevada looked away now, down to their joined hands. "I don't want to be jaded, I want to be open and accepting. Maybe it could be different, maybe it would be?" She squeezed, "I'm scared but I want to be hopeful to you know?" She made a mock laugh, "And if it doesn't work...then it doesn't work..."
Those doubts, they had already rooted there. The more she would think about it, she wondered how much of a mistake she was making. This could be a triple repeat of what she had already been through. The moment she let Chelsea in her heart, she could see the pink haired huntress deciding that a girl was boring and move on. And then this time it wouldn't be another girl she was left for...It'd be a boy.
"I'm terrified, but if I give up on trying to feel anything, for anyone..romantically..Then I might as well give up on romance all together." She looked back up at Stormy, "All I've ever wanted to be was a princess Stormy...I'm just not good as prince."
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 8:09 pm
She was very aware of the gift and curse of feeling very strongly about someone, on both sides. In fact, she knew about the dangers of being jaded, or being tempted by the ever present "what if?", a little too much. It was too easy to tell someone to be careful, just as it was always too easy to give advice instead of following it. Stormy wanted nothing but happiness for her, and every point Nevada gave was valid, and yet . . . She still couldn't help but feel hesitant about it.
"You're already a princess," she told her with a smile. "You don't need someone else around to be as royal and awesome as you are. I'm not asking you to give up on feeling things, but . . . As someone who knows what that's like, my best advice is that you learn to control it."
She squeezed Nevada's hands again before letting them go. "Always be hopeful! Maybe I'm just being overcautious for you because little sisters can do that too~" Stormy added. "Whatever happens, I'll support you, okay? I'll even go spy on Chel if you want."
Never not spying on people involved with her bestie.
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Posted: Sat Nov 30, 2013 8:49 pm
Nevada nodded, letting the words seep in. She didn't want to be cautious, but to let the feelings ride. however, those were the excact reasons she ended up where she was, letting her sail on any feelings always ended in a heartbreak she could've prevented.
"I'm a terrible princess then." She shook her head, "I keep waiting, for some prince charming to come sweep me off my feet here. With Chelsea, I didn't have to feel like that...and she sorted of swept me off my feet..sorta."
"Do you think..." She looked at Stormy, "Do you think that I should talk to someone else too? Maybe a counselor or something on the island? I seem to have a lot of problem with feelings..." She squeezed back, "I love talking to you Stormy, I hope you don't think its cause of that, but I also think that the more i keep having these burdens, the more you might feel obligated to carry them.." She reached over, "My little sister has her own heavy burdens and I can't keep crutching on you to carry me through..."
She laughed and shook her head, "I'm a terrible spy, absolutely terrible. I was definitely not made to be a death hunter or such." She smiled and looked thoughtful again for a moment. "If and when, based on your judgement, you think its nesscary for you to spy on Chelsea then yes, I give you full permission. After all, you've only had my best interest at heart right?"
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