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 Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 12:51 am
This, huh? Well..she could give him this, right? He was unattached, she was unattached. She could give him this if it was what he needed. But was it a good idea? Probably not. This was a very, very bad idea. Atropos would even be telling her how bad it was...if she was here..
Candace's breath hitched in her throat as his lips traveled down her jaw, rubbing her lips together and squeezing her eyes shut tightly. This was a bad idea. He was going to be so unhappy with himself after. This couldn't possibly be what he wanted. He never wanted it before so why <******** it, if this was what he said he wanted. They would do this Jerry's way. "Okay."
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Posted: Tue Oct 30, 2012 1:38 am
It was a mad world.
It was a small island.
She was going to find out sooner or later.
There were a myriad of reasons why this was a bad idea, and yet all of them he could think of depended on a more normal circumstance. Their way of life, if anything, was full of complications and extraneous situations.
What did Jerry Collins need?
Something, anything to remind him how beautiful life was, why it was worth protecting and bettering. Roar might have begun life in the shadows, but so had he and together they had moved to the light, to preserve it and keep the darkness away, they were the sun-
Sasha had just forgotten. She was lost, she was finding herself, but so was he- so were all of them. Life was different here but regardless of everything, the longer they stayed, the more they discovered who they really were... who they wanted to be based on their own rules.
Who was he, then? The optimistic man with good intentions and a guitar? The depressed and rather sloppy drunk in a janitor's jumper? The coward who hid behind an over-sized weapon?
His mind wandered to another face, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. Without his glasses, with his eyes closed, he could imagine it was her. Hair cropped short now, but barrette carefully in place.
What would Roar have grumbled, what had the bullyish weapon really think he was capable of?
Sighing against her lips, his hand slipping up along her spine he breathed, "Awoowoowoo..."
He was currently wearing pajama bottoms, but shortly that would change with a swift fade to black.
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