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 Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 9:22 pm
Neither one of them really wanted to talk about it, but avoiding the conversation altogether would just prolong the inevitable - and, Gale had a sneaking suspicion, it would be a great deal worse if they put it off longer. They were, as he decided, stuck between a rock and a hard place, essentially.
The expression on his face darkened with each word, a muscle flexing in Gale's jaw at the mere mention of him. He was trying to act as he always did - calm, cool, and collected (or at least, how he always appeared to be), but the truth was that if there was anything that could have shaken him, it was this - the return of someone who had once held Stormy's heart. And in spite of the fact that he knew it was stupid, the insecurity and the anxiety welled up in Gale like a hot spring.
He was not really an adult, not really, no matter how much he pretended to be.
He felt her shift, just a little, her fingers against his back, and Gale frowned slightly, though not out of annoyance; instead, out of thought, his brows furrowing together.
"I've never called you Lina," he said, after a moment. His thumb brushed against the small of Stormy's back, a gesture meant not just to soothe Stormy, but himself as well, reminding himself that she was still here with him. "Not ever. I didn't know you ever wanted to be called that."
The concerned expression grew just a little more.
"What do you mean, 'not take well,' exactly?'"
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Posted: Wed Oct 23, 2013 10:05 pm
"I don't want anyone calling me that," she replied more tightly than before, old memories cropping up. She tucked her head against him until the rest came in a more muffled tone. "That's why I changed my name when I came here in the first place. I didn't want anything to do with where I came from and how I used to act."
And what good did that do, she asked herself, when all it took was seeing him again to bring it all back?
"Ursulina is already a stuffy bad name, I told you that. 'Lina' wasn't bad at first; just the public name so people don't snicker. But Lina means small. Little. Didn't even have the bear part. It's just the diminutive, just the sight of me shrinking and unprepared like a child . . . For a moment, it took away everything else I'd worked for . . ."
And naturally it led to Gale's next question. Stormy's hold tightened, and she was glad he couldn't look at her, nor vice versa. "He was angry with me," she explained in a more frail voice, striving to keep above the memory. "A lot of things happened after they announced me dead, most about my family, some about him. I-I didn't--He'd been a-at the funeral and everything. He told me about it." She quivered, her emotional Achilles heel showing: the incapability to stop absorbing feelings made her overflow with emotion like she was in the moment of that revelation all over again.
Hands wrinkling his shirt as they gripped him, Stormy buried her face further and took a deep breath, wanting to say everything and completely shut up at the same time. "I know he was just telling me all about what had happened just to spite me, a-and I should've said something, but . . . He had a right to be angry with me; I'd just left him without warning," she mumbled. "I didn't stop to think about how my family would react either . . . So I guess I deserved it."
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 8:15 pm
He didn't like the name Lina.
Or at least, he didn't like that Jack had called her something else, because to him, she was just Stormy. Stormy Ortega, whose first name meant something about bears, and had inspired the little silver charm on the bracelet he had bought her what seemed like ages ago. She was not a Lina; the name did not fit quite right, like a shoe that was off a size. She was not Ursalina, either. She was simply Stormy. Or, if the situation warranted it, she was the Watson to his Sherlock, Elizabeth Swan, his sunshine, or whatever other affectionate nicknames he could come up with.
She was not Ursalina and she was not Lina.
"No."
Gale's voice rang out, starkly loud and absurdly harsh in the otherwise silent room. He winced a little, not intending to sound so forceful, but at the same time he was prying Stormy away from him so that he could look into her eyes, his hands on either side of her face, his expression almost mutinous. There was a hard, blazing sort of look in his own eyes, fierce and frustrated simultaneously.
"You don't deserve that," he said forcefully. "Don't listen to him. Just because our paths are different from our family's doesn't mean that you owe anyone anything."
Gale shook his head, gritting his teeth. "You don't deserve the anger of a guy who looks at people the way he does - like they're a game to be played. I saw him in that match, Stormy. I saw him at the match where he was on the sidelines, and I had thought there was something off about him at first. Thought maybe he was another misogynistic prat, but no, it turns out it's just as bad."
He closed his eyes, trying to fight back the swell of anger, because anger would serve no purpose, even though he could see Jack's cocky, smirking face in front of his mind, could hear the careless laughter, the airy taunts.
Gale opened his eyes again, leaning his forehead against Stormy's, his hands still cupping her face. "Our lives are here now," he said, and it was almost an attempt at reassuring himself as well. "Right here. What happened in the past is in the past. Looking backwards just makes you trip over your own two feet."Ol-j-man i d e k man /lies on floor
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Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 10:09 pm
It was hard to look Gale in the eye, but the fierce expression captivated her. His words reverberated in her body like it was made of metal, making it thrum with each syllable until she could have sworn she was shaking (though Stormy was quite still while he spoke). The more she listened, the less her mind wandered as she focused on him, distracted still but on a lesser scale and on particular details: the way his eyes blazed in opposition, the way his mouth curled around the word no like he was issuing a bullet, the imprint of his palms finding their niche in her cheeks.
And then he closed his eyes and the lights disappeared, but she still felt warm all over, less like a cozy fire and more like a live wire revving up under her skin.
The sad thing was, she knew all of that and yet still felt as awful as when she'd first listened to Jack. She knew she didn't have to listen, but she had anyway because on an unconscious level, she willingly accepted that things were her fault, or that she would twist things until they were. It was why she apologized quickly and frequently, could hesitate over even simple actions, and held some part of her reserved even with people as close as Gale--and very much why Stormy consistently was shying away from praise.
What was ironic was that she had once given Jake the very same advice: don't let the sunsetting past haunt you, turn and face the sunrise of the future instead. She could practically feel the thump of Rafiki's staff against her head. Oh yes, the past can hurt. But the from way I see it, you can either run from it, or... learn from it.
She always ran.
The lights came back on; miraculously her gaze remained in place, searching his features as if waiting for that boldness to come back and grace her. The touch of their foreheads instead set off the built up electricity, shooting through her body like lightning until her skin until she was sure every hair on her arms had been raised by goosebumps. She was afraid to move and shock herself again even as her body screamed to pull him closer.
"Family means everything to me." Stormy didn't recognize her voice at first, the soft and steady but melancholic thing appearing out of thin air. "Everything. They'll always haunt me, Gale, because I owe them more than I can ever repay. And in return, I did abandon them in the cold, and that's unforgiveable. And I know that's a similar story for others, I-I know I'm not the only one who left loved ones behind, but . . .
"Seeing him back here in the flesh, it reminded me that out there in the world, my family mourns me and will never know why. And . . . And I guess I just find that very cruel of me."
Her face clouded over, her eyes seeming to lose color in the shadow of that thought, and at last Stormy's gaze dropped, the bravado to speak out that she'd taken from Gale's performance spent. She felt tired as though somehow saying all of that had drained her, gave out too much of herself at once. With a soft sigh she lolled her head further against his, grateful that the urge to cry had been quashed for the moment. "Sorry. You're right, though," Stormy continued, stiff hands uncurling from his clothes to cradle his head in return. "Life is here now, and I know that. I guess it's just . . . You have a thing about overthinking, and I have a thing about not knowing when to let go. Just circles and circles going on now that it's in my head again." And she sounded ashamed of it.
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 8:28 pm
It was easy to say one thing, to try and press it into your mind with different words and different tones. Words were such a strangely impressive thing; a way of communication that involved more than one sense, more than one emotion. The same thing could be said, the same words, with a different tone of voice, and it would mean an entirely different thing altogether.
It was here, now, that Gale wondered whether, if he used a different tone, the words he was trying to say would reach Stormy.
He knew that it must be hard for her, having him back. He wasn't attempting to play the victim, to pretend that it was harder for him than it was for her. Where he was struggling to deal with the implications the return of Jack might bring, Stormy was dealing with all of the baggage that Jack had brought with him - and immediately dumped on her on that return.
My family will mourn me and will never know why.
Gale thought of his mother, of his father, of Leslie. Of everyone he'd left behind. His story was different than Stormy's, but everyone had left at least one person behind, hadn't they? To leave none at all would be sad, though Gale was under the suspicion that there were at least some who had come to Deus not because they were running away, but because they were desperate for a new start, to escape something their old life had not let them have.
A hand ran gently through Stormy's hair, Gale's fingers trailing down the short reddish brown strands.
"Can't I be your family now?" he asked her, very quietly, and he could feel his heart thumping against his chest, could feel the way it tightened a little. One thumb brushed against Stormy's cheek, tender and soft, sweeping along beneath her eye, over her cheekbone in almost idle gestures.
"I know you left family behind," Gale said. "And I know that we both over think things. It's what we do, after all," he added, with the smallest of smiles before his expression flickered back to a serious one. His own face was slightly pink, his cheeks flushing. "I know the definition isn't quite the same, and I know I'm not enough to make up for all you've lost, but as long as you're here, as long as we're together - and even if we're...not - " The word was hard to say, Gale stumbling over it. " - I will still always be there for you."
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Posted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 10:00 pm
Her eyes fell closed, half because she was soothed by the gestures, half because she was ashamed still of her behavior--that maybe if she shut her eyes it would stop somehow. What had he failed to say? Part of her wanted to know because she always had to know things, but it was quickly silenced by the same small but fierce voice inside that cautioned against anything Gale said that might mean more. More was bad. More was too much.
But his question surprised her, and the softest "hah" escaped her without thinking; there was still just a spark of energy left inside, coaxed out with each touch of his fingers. As her eyes opened, Stormy's expression turned into an affectionate, almost apologetic smile, the kind that said she had thought they were on the same page but that, in fact, she had failed to make herself clear once more. And for whatever reason, she found it a little funny despite how serious Gale looked (almost because of it even; look at him, somehow somber while on the verge of blushing!).
Endeared to his commitment, she guided his head to her, tilted her own, and pressed forward a gentle kiss to his lips, her smiling growing throughout. "I thought you already knew," she said when she pulled away seconds later, trying to bite her lip so she'd stop grinning and not make him feel self-conscious. "Of course you're my family, Gale. You are my boyfriend, Nevada's my older sister, Evan and Tuck are my older brothers, and Miss Candace is Momma Mist. You're all my ohana here."
Another kiss, short and sweet, followed. "Means nobody gets left behind," Stormy recited in a softer voice, lingering, "or forgotten. It's--It's not meant to replace who I lost, not at all. It just means I have something new to protect. Something precious." Her hands slid down from Gale's face and folded against him as she sat back a little more to give him room to breathe. "I believe you when you say you'll be there; so, I hope you believe me when I say I will be too."
This was what she preferred: a nice, quiet moment with Gale, away from the hazards of Deus. She could have prompted him if he wanted to talk about something else again, but Stormy didn't want to: she wanted to hold this moment for as long as possible and pretend the world did work like Disney movies.
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 9:39 pm
Maybe that had been a little forward. "Family" didn't necessarily have to mean what everyone else thought it meant, but it was still a very intimate term, one that wasn't something just applied to anything and everything. It was a personal word, a special one, used only for those who meant something.
Maybe that was merely his own way of thinking, though; he hadn't thought of his mother and father as his family in quite some time, not even Leslie. Instead, he'd created his own, new little world here, a world that was filled with people he hadn't ever thought he would care as much about before he came. Stormy, Bix, Marcus, Candace...all of the people nearest and dearest to his own heart.
"Family" was a very relative term.
One of Gale's hands lifted again, rested lightly against the side of Stormy's face as she kissed him. He let them trail down her jaw as she spoke, his face still slightly pink, and gave a little sigh that was muted against a second kiss, Gale's eyes fluttering shut almost automatically. She pulled away a little too soon for his liking, but that was another story.
"You're precious to me," he mumbled, covering both of her hands with his own, holding them in his lap. "You're my most precious person."
He felt a little silly saying it aloud, but it was true nonetheless. Gale lifted both of Stormy's hands to his mouth and pressed a kiss to her fingers, one by one. When he was finished, he held them against his chest, so that she could feel the heart that beat beneath the ribs.
His expression softened a little.
"I'm sorry I made such a big deal out of...everything," he said, after a long moment.
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Posted: Mon Oct 28, 2013 11:36 pm
She hummed at the thought that she might be as important as he said, weighing his words with a thoughtful tilt of her head. It was still heavy, yes, much too more to delve into fully--but she could entertain the idea and the way it made her glow on the inside, she was receiving a few rays of light from the sun. Not to mention how hot she felt her face getting at the compliment. Gale had called her sunshine before, but she didn't really feel like she lived up to the nickname--no, he fit it better, in spite of his dry humor and serious nature, because at least the sun was dependable. Here she sat with five thousand emotions and thoughts that kept shifting throughout the day.
They came to a temporary truce when she felt his heartbeat. After the individual kiss to each finger, Stormy could almost believe her hand had become a superconductor for the noise or--no, better. Each finger a neuron catching the rhythmic pulses not just of his heart, but his mind as well. If only she could decode it! Then for once, maybe they could be on the same page, and instead of drifting in her thoughts she could dive into his and be lost in his world . . . But that was part of the impossible goal, part of what sometimes made her ache in her heart at night when she thought about it: that two people could be close but never so close. But she wanted to try so badly sometimes . . .
Even thinking about it now made a small lump at the back of her throat. She swallowed it back down to join its dark brethren in the pit of her stomach, realizing with a small jolt that she had been gazing at Gale for far too long without commentary. "Mmm~ I won't tell you what to think," she said with a light smile as she smoothed her hand against his chest, feeling each heartbeat not just with her fingers but with her whole palm now. "But to me, the most precious person should always be yourself first, Gale. If you don't watch out for yourself, the rest crumbles."
Hypocrite.
"I'm comfy in second place, though," she added with more enthusiasm (Second rate.). "Right alongside you, giving you peptalks in your ear: like this one. Be fair to yourself, Gale; the things that you make big deals out of are legitimate concerns." She gave him an earnest look. "Thane for instance. I knew before you two met that it wouldn't work out, but you stood up to him anyway. Even when he was being nasty."
Even when her own partner's mannerisms had reflected Jack's, causing her to sink into submission.
"That meant something to me. You worry a lot, but that's 'cause you care. I know because I worry a lot too, even about people I've just met. It's always been a thing . . ." But that was getting off track. She scooted just a little closer, growing more and more aware of the length of time she had spent in his lap but unable (unwilling) to address it at the time; if he was uncomfortable, he wasn't showing it. Maybe Shields made sure legs didn't fall asleep? "The thing with--him? Maybe it won't be anything. Maybe it'll be a little problem. Maybe it'll be a complex issue. But . . . Please remember that you're my family and he's not." That was a simple way to put it.
"I know that your mind likes soaking up information even if it's unpleasant. So if you want to ask me about things you want to know, then I'll answer to the best of my ability. And if you don't want to know, that's okay too. I--don't like bringing baggage," Stormy mumbled, her free hand curling towards her stomach. "I don't like the weight, it keeps me down, makes it hard to look up at the sky; but I like putting that on someone else less. If all you want to do is sit on the couch and make me do everything until you feel better, then--then that's okay, too."
< < Servitude? > > the dracolich spat with contempt. < < And I thought you were incapable of finding new lows. That appears to be your calling in life. > >
She forged along. "Today is whatever you want to do day, okay? I know I made you stressed about this on accident, and I want to make up for it and for making you lose at the tournament, too." Everything about it still bothered her.
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Posted: Tue Oct 29, 2013 11:29 pm
He knew - mostly from the fact that he knew Stormy, knew her better than he knew any other person other than perhaps Leslie, and she didn't really count - that it would take some time to convince Stormy of her importance in his life. While compliments were taken with a giggle and a smile, deeper things, more emotionally wrought things were taken with a grain of salt, almost as though she didn't quite believe him.
He hoped she did. He hoped she realized it, believed it, because he had never lied to her about how he felt.
Maybe, sitting here, they would connect on that level that they both wanted - the space that they sometimes fell into when their foreheads were pressed together and it was just the two of them and no one else, the world around them shrinking until it encircled just himself and Stormy; a small world that was entirely theirs.
He wished the rest of the world wasn't so painful, that it wasn't filled with so much despondency and selfishness and unpleasant reappearances of people like Jack. Gale squeezed Stormy's fingers tightly. "No," he said. "No, my most precious person will always be you. I don't mind putting myself second when it comes to putting you first. Or," he continued, absently stroking a thumb along the back of her hand. "If it makes things better, I'll make both of us a priority, on the same level, side by side. No one before the other; an equal balance of precious-ness that's reserved just for the two of us."
He wasn't sure if what he was saying made any sense, but that didn't matter. Gale made a small noise in the back of his throat that was almost a growl.
"That's because I knew what I wanted and I still do," he said, in reference to Thane. "I will still try and respect your weapon, but I won't give into him something that I hold most dear."
Gale's hands were both covering Stormy's now, and he understood the weight of her offer, the idea that she was giving him free reign to do as he liked. He had always been the kind of person to put everyone else's needs before his own, to forgo whatever it was that he wanted in favor of looking to make sure someone else was taken care of. Perhaps he'd been careless in that respect; sometimes it was necessary to take care of oneself before you could take care of another person.
He lifted his hands away from Stormy's, sliding them around her waist and pulling her closer. His legs were only slightly numb, but at the moment he didn't care, not really, Gale locking his arms tightly around her to hold her steady.
One hand lifted and he drew her face down to his to kiss her, slow and steady, lingering longer than he had before. When he pulled away, his already flushed cheeks were a shade darker, but Gale didn't care, and instead pressed his lips to the corner of Stormy's, sighing against her cheek.
"I want to just...do nothing right now," he said. "I want to be here with you and that's it. I don't need anything else."
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 8:54 am
Equal. What a funny word.
It was telling that she hadn't thought to suggest equality, and she wondered exactly how much it said about her that there was still an imbalance of worth in her mind. The live wire skin came back with a vengeance; each stroke of his finger built up static electricity. "That's what I like about you, Gale," she said, trying (failing) to stop her self-conscious blushing. "You say what you want, and you don't give up." And when you look so intense and growl... She had to swallow that thought down as well before it got too distracting.
Not that it mattered when she could lose herself in the kiss. In seconds Stormy sank into it, venting some of that pent up energy before she lit up. Somewhere in the haze happiness her hands found themselves in his hair--alright, perhaps a little too much energy at once--but she couldn't help it because she was like a little raccoon sometimes, touching and learning and liking and needing and stealing what she could to survive shamelessly. It was almost a punishment to her when he pulled away, to have his lips be so close but not close enough, tickling her cheek with his breath, tickling her mind with his answer.
"If you believe we're equal, then you have to believe you're good enough, too," she said softly, surprised she could manage words at all. But all this talk of what was precious reminded her of how Gale had torn himself down during the titan takedown, and she couldn't allow the thought to linger. It would drive the point home if she looked him in the eye, but Stormy was loathe to move from their position; rather, she tilted her head to skim a portion of his jaw with a light kiss. "Because you are, okay? Please don't think less of yourself, because--" She hesitated. "--Just don't put yourself down when you've accomplished so much, okay?"
Lighten the mood, lighten the mood. She searched her mind quickly--ah. "Like the fact that we've officially been dating for three months," Storm added with a warm smile, glancing at him.
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 10:00 am
He gave a small, soft snort of amusement. "I don't always say what I want, since most of the time I'm hardly certain of what I want." But he understood what she meant anyway, and her trust and loyalty to him was both touching and pleasant.
He liked the feeling of her hands in his hair, one of Gale's hands pressed against the small of Stormy's back, the other sliding along her cheek, both meant to keep her close, to make her stay where she was so that he could share the warmth of her presence. He didn't mind that she was "too" energetic, because that energy was what he wanted, and he drank it in almost greedily, feeling his face flush a deeper red as Stormy's lips skimmed his jawline.
She was right, of course. She was always right. He knew that his habit of not letting go, of building himself up just to tear himself down was a habit he had yet to break, but it wasn't something that would be drawn out easily. Still, he didn't want to see the look of sadness on Stormy's face every time he said something negative about himself, and besides, it would make him a hypocrite.
"I'll try to remember that," Gale said quietly. "I promise. I'll work on that."
And then he smiled a little, almost shyly. "Three months," he repeated, and his fingers pressed into Stormy's back, drawing her, if even possible, closer. "That's a long time. At least," he added. "To me."
Gale leaned in, pressed his lips gently against Stormy's left cheek. "One month," he said softly, exhaling over her skin as he moved to the other side of her face to press a kiss to that side. "Two months," he whispered, and then both hands were on either side of her face, fingers sliding down her cheeks, skimming over her jaw, down her throat so that he could cradle her neck between his hands. His lips were mere inches from hers now, and when he spoke it was right against them so that she could feel the words he was saying.
"Three months," he breathed, and kissed her firmly, solidly, sinking himself entirely into it as his arms came up around her again, one hand curling into the back of her shirt and gripping the fabric tightly as though to anchor himself in the moment.
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 12:10 pm
At least he knew what he wanted when around her; that was what mattered. Although right now Stormy wished she could say the same, because about a hundred different ideas were running amok in her head when usually there were about twenty. This was normal practice for her anyway, but throw in the fact that her emotions couldn't settle where on the affectionate scale it wanted to be at (silly to passionate), it made for an interesting inside show. At least talking mitigated it somewhat.
"Good~" she chirped, subtly trying to slide her hands out of his hair (like she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar). "Remember: better, not bitter. It doesn't feel like three months, though..." No, it felt simultaneously short and long in the odd way time bent in her head, a haze of good feelings regardless of what one memory told her. "It's...surprising, really," Stormy started to say, the hesitation back in her voice as she toed around her meaning--but her mouth shut when he started to count the months off with his.
Her cheeks bloomed with new color. She was quite sure her throat was now home to her heart; something was lodged there at any rate, making it hard to swallow for a multitude of reasons. Memories, those were the issues. They were gentle hands at her neck, careful and cradling, and yet she still had the irrational thought that they would come together and squeeze at any moment, and for the briefest of moments a flash of fear entered her eyes just before the third kiss encompassed her and snuffed it out.
She was overwhelmed in a wonderful way at how much Gale put into it, and it was a good thing he held her so tight as otherwise she was sure she would have fallen back (But would that have been so bad?). The sliding scale of affection went haywire, scrambling to and fro: What was too much? What was too little? Where and when and with what? She had to be careful because often she burned up fast by going too deep, and she wanted to savor this for as long as possible...But God, this was a nice argument...
Thane's invisible eyebrow raise was enough to temper the temptation (mostly) and place the marker closer to the gentle side for the moment. Her hands, which had fallen from his hair, clasped instead around his neck, pulling her closer still. She eventually had to turn her head and suck in air, but her mouth curled into a silly smile as she practically laid against him. "Hair's getting longer," she noted a little breathily, her fingers curling around a few strands at the back of his neck. "Maybe you have more than I do now~"
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 12:35 pm
He supposed he might have been getting a little carried away, but that was also a part of why he was doing it in the first place. Sometimes, maybe, he needed that little bit of chaotic mess in his life. Sometimes, maybe, that confusing cluster of thoughts and emotions - good thoughts and emotions - was what would make him feel as though he were still human, still alive.
Besides, he didn't want to let go of her anytime soon.
When Stormy finally pulled away, her hands were warm against his neck, her face a pleasant, endearing shade of pink. Gale's own face was flushed, and he was breathing rather heavily, but he didn't move away because moving away meant giving up the warmth and he was almost desperate for something to cling to.
He gave a small laugh that was muffled by his face against her neck. "I should get a haircut," he mumbled, kissing her throat and then the underside of her jaw before settling his head affectionately on her shoulder, his hands linked against the small of her back. "Or maybe dye it again, not sure. Do something different with it."
There was a small pause, and then Gale said softly, "Did I ever tell you how much I like your haircut?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 30, 2013 1:27 pm
Squeaky laughter left her at the additional kisses, though they were so entangled that even if she had really tried to get away it would have been in vain. "You have, but please keep telling me anyway~" she purred against him, pleased as could be. "I was thinking of keeping it short like this...although next time I wouldn't attack it with scissors like a madwoman." Though there were days she missed having long hair...Hmm...
She was surprised to hear Gale was thinking of dyeing his, though. Curiosity piqued, she temporarily broke away a short distance, sliding her hands up to his face so she could tilt it this way and that. Stormy considered him for a moment. "What color were you thinking?" she asked, already painting in her mind's eye. "You'd keep the white patch, right? Would it be like partial or whole orrrr?" Details, details!
For extra fun, she squeezed his cheeks and made cooing noises at the chubby baby look.
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Posted: Thu Oct 31, 2013 6:56 am
He was slightly distracted by smell of vanilla, which always seemed to accompany itself with Stormy. Gale snuggled happily close to her, speaking with his face pressed into the space where her neck slid into her shoulder. "I like your hair, and I like your face, and I like the way you sometimes just ramble on talking about everything and anything and I like your smile and the way your eyes light up when you're happy about something." He ducked his head, pressing a quick, light kiss to her collarbone. "And I like you."
Gale settled back into place, now slightly drowsy and still a little feverish from earlier, but he had no intention of letting Stormy go, unless to move to a more comfortable location or a better position than the one they were in. He let her move his head around so that she could examine his hair, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
He gave a snort, grabbing one of her hands away from his face and kissing her fingertips. "I'll keep the white," he said. "Even though it was for a silly reason I dyed it, and besides, the person in question is still alive, the git."
Rolling his eyes a bit, Gale curled himself back against Stormy, his face now against her shoulder. "Maybe brown, I'm not sure. Maybe I'll just leave it alone entirely, but sometimes it's nice to have a change, y'know?"
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