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 Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 11:27 am
"Hard not to worry..." She murmured as she sat closer to Otto. She hissed at the stinging pain of water over the wounds, gritting her teeth again because it was a pain to get used to.
"Otto..." She looked over at him and blinked. He wanted to say something. She probably knew what it was.
"They said my body would get weaker..." She looked away, "And that I would lose my mind. Literally." She looked back at Otto, "I've been having violent flashes, and sometimes I sit in my room and just stare at the walls. I know something's going on."
She closed her eye now. "I just didn't think it was happening this fast...Soon enough, I won't be the same person anymore." Her hand turned, gripping his wrist. "Will you let go of me then?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 12:27 pm
Thankfully, Nevada knew what was on his mind. He listened as he sanitized her cuts and scrapes, wrapping them firmly in bandages. It explained what was happening to her. The absence of a Fear bond, that which literally kept them all alive. It was slowly killing her, and degrading her body to mush. He was literally going to watch her fall apart. Otto gave a wry sort of smile afterward, "That's for future me to think about." Letting her go wasn't an option. Not now that he had someone he could give himself to so easily. If only he'd chosen her sooner. "For now, I'll deal with weird crazy Nevada the same way I deal with normal crazy Nevada." The sky darkened ever more. But they had their fire.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 3:56 pm
"You'll regret it, in the future." Nevada let her hand drop, a sad smile aimed at him. "Your future self is really gonna hate your past self...and me." She was counting on it for easier passing.
"I am not normally crazy!" She puffed up her cheek. Her hands reached over, to loop around his neck and pull him in close.
"I wish I had more time, I wish I could stay." Oh Otto, "I wish this didn't happen and you wouldn't get hurt."
She sighed in his neck, "Don't let me wander away tonight either..." She was in the middle of admitting things, might as well come clean. "This is just the beginning and I can't eat...I haven't eaten anything besides that small granola for a week and half. I haven't slept." She looked at Otto, "I keep looking for something I don't have...I keep looking for Leroy, even though I have a tablet."
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 4:20 pm
He didn't want to make promises like he wouldn't regret anything, and he didn't want to argue with her. He let her vent all she wanted, even if he wanted to make her stop. He still wanted to pretend she was fine, even if the world insisted on shoving the truth in his face. But he knew better. He really did. His delusions were only skin deep, and his skin was thin.
His arms draped around her, lightly rubbing her back as she leaned in close. "Don't waste your time wishing or worrying.. just focus on the now, okay?" Focus on me.
He pulled away slightly as she looked up at him, digesting what she'd admitted. No wonder she was deteriorating so fast. No food? No sleep? "Nevada.. you need to eat. You need to sleep. Dying or not, you need to try. Otherwise you're just fast forwarding the inevitable."
He placed a hand on her face, cupping her cheek. "Listen to me, okay? I need you to focus on your well being, no matter how meaningless or useless you think it is. Please..."
"And, I'll be here. I'll watch over you. I promise." That he could say for certain. He'd damn well try.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 5:37 pm
She snuggled as best she could in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. It was comfortable and warm here. They were out in the the prettiest woods she had ever seen, with one of her favorite and most handsome of men on the Island.
She needed to look at the positive, or try to. Focus on the Now, like he said. She would try.
"I'll start with S'mores then?" She tried to tease, reaching for the goods from where she was. "Are you going to let me sleep tonight Otto?" She waggled her eye brows as she stuck a marshmellow on a stick.
It was so normal to do.
"Because I assure you, Sleep is the farthest thing from my mind when I am with you." She stuck the marshmellow over the fire, hands bandaged and all, lit by fire glow. Even if she had a small smile, there would always be a thought this was going to be taken away.
"Tell me something...Anything..." She looked over at him, "Tell me a secret Otto."
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 6:08 pm
He could do it. He could keep her warm, keep her sane. He knew he could. Otto felt it was within his power to do that much. Maybe he couldn't prevent what was going to happen to her, but he could at least make her days all the happier.
"S'mores. Yes." He was looking forward to them. He loved sweets, and he'd not actually had s'mores in a very long time. Her teasing had him smirking, sinking his cheek into a hand, elbow resting on his knee as he looked her over. "Maaaaaybe.." He tried not to seem too happy to know she thought of many things other than sleep while with him. At least he wasn't the only one. Then again, sex wasn't really something that usually dominated his mind. Just having someone to sleep beside gave him security and peace of mind he hadn't had in years.
"A secret?" Otto's gaze lidded in thought, calmly turning towards the fire. He wasn't really sure what qualified as a secret. He kept a lot of them, so much that he wasn't sure if they were secrets or he was just too frugal with his personal information. Probably both.
"I sing in the shower. Sometimes I use the shampoo bottle like a mic."
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 6:15 pm
She handed off a perfectly browned marshmallow to Otto, in between graham and chocolate. The scent was almost heavenly as she looked at it.
Okay she was going to eat one for herself, her stomach demanded, begged her for it. Quickly, she burnt her marshmallow and did the same thing as she did for Otto, taking a bite into it.
"Oh my god." She breathed heavily, "It's heaven."
/not for long/ Go away. Go away tonight. I want Peace tonight. /Not for long./ Go!
"A secret." She took another bite, licking off the creme, "Anything."
When he said what he did, she rolled her eye.
"Everyone sings in the shower, I use my loofa like a mic. It all depends on what you sing." she snickered, "Do you sing Britney spears? Nsync? Justin Bieber?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 6:20 pm
Otto was lost for a moment. Lost in the rich and homey taste of a s'more. Food of the Gods.
"Ew. No." Otto scowled at her pop star suggestions. "Just whatever is stuck in my head." Sure, he'd sung an occasional pop song, but her choices were way off. An embarrassing. But, he was sharing secrets, so...
"Okay, well... on occasion.." He gave her a leering look, "I've sung the odd Disney song. Rarely. Like.. super rare. Almost never happens. And maybe Lady gaga once or twice."
He paused.
"I don't usually listen to that stuff though, just so you know." He had a street cred to uphold!
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 6:53 pm
"Ew, Is your S'more not go- Oh Music..." She laughed at his scowl, "Disney songs eh?" She started with a quiet hum, then louder as she went....
"In the Jungle, the might Jungle, The Lion sleeeeeps tonight..." She sang as a joke, "UH WEEEEEEEEE UM WEPPPPPPPP Uh weem um wepppp..."
She just laughed after, "I like Miss Gaga, P-p-poker face." Then she did one.
"I'm not judging you Otto." She poked at his cheek getting marshmallow on it, "You got a little..." she followed her finger with her mouth, kissing his cheek and...well...licking it as a joke.
Because she was feeling normal and better and playful. She even made another smore, to fill the empty void of her stomach.
"I like....soft songs? Cause I use to do Ballet, so we listened to a lot of classic soft songs." She nodded, "I just got use to it, very calming."
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 7:02 pm
Nevada was stared at, blue eyes gazing in befuddlement at her impromptu campfire songs. It's okay Nevada, you might not be judging him, but he is so judging you. He made a fake scoffing huff, then pinched her side playfully.
His brows furrowed, not entirely pleased she'd stuck sticky marshmallow on his face. However, forgiveness was swift when she sought to fix the error of her ways in a rather alluring way. Otto approved, giving her a sly smile coupled with a lidded gaze. Okay, Nevada. You win that round. He leaned in to steal a small kiss to her lips.
Otto smiled softly. He wasn't into ballet, but he imagined Nevada must have looked amazing doing it. Grace, control... He kind of wished he could see it. "I only listen to soft music if I'm depressed." He admitted bluntly. "I like rock and metal, most of the time."
"So like.. ballet. I heard it's really hard to do? Like, their toes bleed and stuff?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 7:34 pm
She shuffled her way into his side, resting her head on his shoulder and mowing down on what seemed like her third? Fourth Smore.
"Don't get me wrong!" She nodded her head a bit, "Depending on the mood, music taste change. I like some rock songs when I'm feeling well...motivated for well...sex." She said bluntly, "It gives it a like...dark kind of thrill. Not a fan of metal though, it's like screaming in the ear and words I can barely understand and guitar rifts that I could never master on Guitar hero." She laughed.
Her gaze started to stare off, remembering the days when she would dance, the freedom because it was something she enjoyed and her father allowed it. A graceful young woman.
"They can, if you don't take good care of your feet." She frowned, "There isn't a wooden block like they say at the end of your shoes, It's actually flexibile glue and cloth that hardens, it's to help with precise movements and poses. When you stand pointe.." She started to smile again, "When you stand on your toes, you're actually getting a lot of support. The worst enemy of a dancer is a non fitting pointe shoes-" She started to repeat, "Epsom salt and ice baths are the best for your feet afterwards, and they help build the blisters into callouses that make your feet tougher! To be honest, A lot of people say that Ballet dancers feet are the worse? It's because of movies and stuff making it over dramatic." She looked into the fire, completely sated by now. At least food wise. Even it was chocolate and sweets, it filled her well enough.
"it's as hard as anything else if you don't learn how to do it right and safely." She added, "And it's fun...Precision, dancing, the way your body flows? Every little movement counts in Ballet. Makes it special." She nuzzled into him, and for the first time in a few days, yawned. Perhaps its because her stomach was full, and she was here with Otto that she felt so tired. So tired and okay to sleep.
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 7:45 pm
"Oh yeah? Yanno... I just got a stereo system runic'd..." Nevada just earned one more level of kinky. A+. He'd have to remember that big of information.
Otto gave a soft, short laugh. "Yeah, but metal is really fun to play on the drums." He could grin just thinking about it. He almost wanted to play them again. He'd let his set get a bit dusty, over the last couple of months. Stress and emotional fatigue had ruined his passion for it. But maybe he could get into it again. After all, that vacation he'd taken really loosened him up.
Otto laid his head on top of Nevada's, his arms wrapped around her once more as the night got cooler. He stared into the fire lazily as she spoke of something she loved. Something she was passionate about. He actually liked hearing her talk about it at length, the ins and outs of a world he didn't really know about or care for until now. Because it was important to Nevada, he supposed, it became interesting. It didn't get boring. At least, not yet.
"I'd like to see some of your dancing sometime... it'd be neat."
Her yawn wasn't missed. He gave her a tighter squeeze, kissing the top of her head. "What was that about not getting sleep tonight?" He teased, "Maybe you wanna reconsider, little miss all-nighter?"
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 8:11 pm
"Oh is that so?" She laughed and elbowed him gently. "Maybe I will come over and you can show me." She waggled her eyebrow at him.
She studied his face and nodded. "I bet, don't you just like...Smash everything together?" She was teasing again, "How about I exchange you. You play drums for me, I'll dance for you."
She was quiet, "You'd be the second person to see it. Stormy was the first. I was teaching her some movies."
She yawned again before giving Otto a slow sly look. "I have no idea what you are talking about...Maybe you can help me sleep." She got up to ease him to the tent, pushing him in. "I'll reconsider after I get to the good part of this...." She laughed.
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And for the first time since the event, she did sleep. Curled into Otto's side, sharing a sleeping bag like she predicted without a single peep of a dream or nightmare. She just slept.
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The morning after, she woke him looking a little bit better, a little more...color to her skin. It wouldn't last long, she knew. But today it would do.
They'd finish their walk, their hike and return down from the trail to the portal.
Packs lighter, camera phone filled of pictures and well....heavy hearts.
"I don't wanna go back." She squeezed his hand. "this was too good to let go."
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Posted: Thu Feb 20, 2014 8:20 pm
Otto was almost insulted. Drumming was way more complicated than most people seemed to realize. But he told himself she was probably teasing him. "Deal." He said firmly. He'd show her it was much more than wildly flailing. Ballet vs drumming.
Otto allowed himself to be forced into the tent, hardly a complaint to be heard. "I'll just have to make sure you get good and tuckered out, girly."
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Despiite the sounds of the woods spooking him awake now and then, Otto did get himself a decent night's sleep; the glow of the night light never allowed to fade on him.
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Otto didn't awake too easily, but when he did he was met with a happy surprise. Nevada looked a little better. Colour returned to her cheeks, and his heart allowed himself a moment to feel relief. This outing had done her well.
Otto waited with her outside the portal, noticing she was hesitant. She was clinging to a moment already gone.
The blond pulled her into his arms, wrapping her tightly, warmly. "I'm just happy we got to do this at all." He murmured. "Pictures to look back on. It's gunna be one of my favourite memories." He squeezed her a bit tighter, letting her go after to take her hand.
"Come on," He gave a soft, reassuring smile. "It's okay." They had so much more to look forward to. Many more tomorrows to explore, even if they were numbered.
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