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 Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 10:42 pm
petty in pink
"Not like I have to try hard," she answered sullenly and rolled away from him; partly not to let him see the expression on her face, which was nowhere near as bitchy as she'd like it to be, and partly because the word angel across the a** of her panties made up for the deficit of sass.
But that wasn't an answer, and soon after she muttered, near indecipherable, "M' saving them up. N'case I miss them too."
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lizbot rolled 2 12-sided dice:
8, 3
Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 11:11 pm
reasons
She swallowed hard, and bent her head, "I hate losing you, even a little bit. I just...why...why can't we have this?!"
It wasn't fair, there were hunters who managed to have simple lives, as simple as they got on Deus. They did their jobs, went on quick missions, and the luckiest ones came home to someone they loved and were loved by in return. And maybe s**t did happen, but not like this. Not with constant missions that ******** up their heads and hearts and seemed to never, ever really end. Not with half a year as the expiration date of their relationship, always hovering over them, time that was constantly being eaten away and ruined with worry and s**t like amnesia on a weekly ******** basis.
"WHY CAN'T WE HAVE THIS?!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 11:15 pm
excusesHer body, traitor that it was, leaned into him. But her voice was firmly unhappy and even a little offended at the offer. "When I've done something wrong, I take responsibility. I'll deal with it."
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 11:29 pm
excuses
"Knew you'd say that," he said quietly, pressing a kiss to the side of her head, all relief that she leaned into him at all. "Knew you would, hoped you wouldn't." A pause. "You OK?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 11:31 pm
petty in pink
It took him a minute to process what she'd said, partly because he'd barely caught it and partly because it took him so completely off guard that he thought he must have heard it wrong and spent several seconds trying to translate the half-deciphered syllables into some other, more sensible statement.
He bent down to scoop up Tubadiah, the toy startled out of his mouth (thank god) and left to the floor, the object of the treat's sad, bereft gaze as Taym sank down on the window seat next to her and her sass-talking underwear.
"Say that again," he requested.
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Posted: Thu Feb 19, 2015 11:35 pm
reasonsThe outburst stunned him into silence. "I don't--I know," he said finally, quietly. "I know." And then, a restless outburst of his own: "Why the ******** do you think I'm doing this? I've spent the past couple of weeks ******** it is--" he made a vague gesture towards her bedroom, his designated den of non-reactive misery "--and I just--I want things to be... normal. Or as ******** normal as they can be even if it's not that normal. And we've got this ******** Lawrence s**t to deal with and there's always going to be some other ******** grief but I can't stop thinking about this and I just want it to go away because I just want... time. With you. To be--to be normal. With you."
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 1:07 am
excuses
Closing her eyes at the affection, she turned her head toward him and asked, "Are you still mad at me?" Opening them once more, the girl gazed solemnly at Taym.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 1:11 am
petty in pink
Still refusing to look at him, America ground out, "I'm saving them up. Just in case."
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 1:31 am
reasonsMutely she stared at him for a long moment before pushing fully into his space, her hand seeking out his wrist and the other slipping under the layers of his clothes to find his ribs, his lungs, his heart. She tucked her head against his neck and counted until she was breathing in time with the life he was risking. And maybe he was trying to be happy with her, he was doing this all just to be able to be that person, but it felt like he was choosing it over actually being with her. The latest in the long line of rejections in its own way. He'd rather risk everything, even his own memories while away from her than be with her like he has been the past few weeks. It'd been upsetting, but she'd been a little happy when he'd come to the house. Even a little hopeful. But maybe it was just another way to compound the misery for him. In the end, though, it wasn't about her. It wasn't for her, or even them, not really. She loved him for wanting that, but wasn't all that just a side benefit? It was for him, and that was probably the best reason of any, even if he couldn't bring himself to frame it like that. She was glad he was keeping the promise he'd never made. She was glad he was taking a risk to heal himself and not just better Obadiah Thompson than some other poor b*****d.So America didn't rail against him further, and when she found words, they were, "How long?" And maybe it was this first mission she was asking about but maybe it was a different deadline entirely.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 10:11 am
excuses
He turned the bag over one more time and then replaced it on the counter, avoiding her eye by leaning into her hair.
It took him a long time to answer: he had to think about it, weigh it up, come to a conclusion.
"Not right now," he said finally, "but maybe give me a rain check because it's hard to be mad at you right now."
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 10:12 am
petty in pink
A long pause, during which he let Tubadiah go so that the treat could attempt to weasel his way into a cuddle with America.
"Then you're s**t out of luck," he said finally, tired and sounding more genuinely offended by this than he had by anything else she'd done in an effort to get him riled up.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 10:18 am
reasons
The answer was, as it turned out, the same either way, and maybe he knew that it was more than one question because it took him a while to find the answer for it, and when he did it was unsatisfying: "I don't know," he said quietly, squeezing her hand.
And then things, as things did with the two of them, got complicated. "Fickle as I am and given your ability to constantly surprise me maybe I shouldn't be putting deadlines on anything but work." He wound an arm around her waist, nervous, restless. "Remember," he said quietly, "that I told you I didn't have much experience planning for the future? Yeah. I don't know," he repeated.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 2:20 pm
Excuses
She let it go, as far as asking him periodically over the next few days could be considered letting something go.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2015 2:24 pm
Reasons
Hearing that was something maybe not being released but eased. Maybe they had a couple months still but the possibility of forever was almost painful in how much she wanted it.
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2015 12:34 am
Excuses
He let it go too, for a while. But he'd ask her again, later, gentle and persistent and apologetic: you OK?
Because there was nothing else he could do, besides ask, even though he knew that over the longterm, out of the little moments he'd once told her to line up end to end as long as she could, the answer would be no, would be of course not. Because he couldn't remove the threat or her sense of obligation. People kept turning her a blind eye. Best he could do, he figured, was open his.
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