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 Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 10:18 am
But the Undead Rise
A foul feeling sank in Chel's chest surprisingly. Not fulfillment or love or any number of words normally ascribed to a kiss, but instead the sour taste of poorly met expectations. She kissed him back and just as fiercely as she did any other kiss (Chel would never leave a kiss hanging without a satisfying ending), but it didn't mean she felt something good for it.
In fact it left her disappointed with his choices, because now it meant that she was just being his conduit for divorce. If a good ******** was what it took to shake him out of it, sure why not. If he needed to be held in the middle of a ******** cold night, Chel would do it. The song was a nice touch but the formula was intact.
It just made him the same as everyone else, and Chel had been somewhat enjoying the differences. Now she felt used and bland; the game had ended with the same ending as every other time she'd played.
And perhaps that was selfish of her too.
Her hand came up to meet his and she returned the favor, but suddenly she couldn't breathe, her lungs were trapped her, the air was gone-
-and she woke up with a start because she'd accidentally cut off her airway between Jack and a pillow. It took her a few moments to register something was even happening, and even then she settled back into Jack's backside without a second thought beyond what a weird dream.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 10:40 am
Whether it was her jerk or coincidental timing, Jack was roused from his sleep. It wasn't often he had vivid dreams involving his younger self--these days they tended to be about real (sometimes self-fabricated) and present dangers.He took a deep breath and sighed through his nose, an indication that he was half awake at the very least; he could assume so was Chel judging by her movement.
"Did you touch a crystal?" he accused sleepily.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 10:59 am
"Euphemism?" Chel asked just as blearily, wrapping her arm around his side and up towards his chest.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 11:09 am
"No," he sighed again, dragging the word out. He ran his fingers over her hand before tapping with each. "The stupid...crystal shards s**t or whatever..."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 11:32 am
Chel was slowly waking up. Still not quite there.
"You was with me all day. You'd know," she said with a long yawn. She wove her fingers between Jack's tapping ones, laying his hand over hers. "But no. Why?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 11:40 am
Jack murred but welcomed the weaving fingers, stroking with his thumb. "Weird dream. Little bit too real." Just like the mirror visions, and every other strange dream that had been pulled by a legacy.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 3:07 pm
"Yeah?" she asked, already moving her head up to lazily kiss his back. "Like what? Sex with Caelius weird or I died a lot weird." Classification was important.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 3:23 pm
"Somewhere in between..." He was thankfully just enough out of it not to make a comment about her dying a lot. "High school s**t. Haven't thought about that hellhole in a while."
He continued to stroke her hand in return, (here, here, here) eyes now half open and contemplating. "Did you have a dream too?" Jack asked. "You were in mine."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 3:28 pm
Chel raised an eyebrow, suspicious now. She didn't like these kinds of occurences. Dreams weren't playgrounds.
"Ooh you dreamin' 'bout me Hawthorn?" She teased instead, wiggling her hand in his. "M'gonna tell everyone I'm th'girl of yer dreeeams."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 3:36 pm
He tightened his grip in response, in case she thought of escape. "Go ahead. Still didn't answer my question, though."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 3:37 pm
"Does this mean I am the girl of yer dreams?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 3:58 pm
Smiling to himself a little, he pulled her hand up to his lips for maximum cheese. "Guess so."
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 5:12 pm
Chel kneed him in the back of the legs for maximum retaliation. "Gross as ********," she scolded him. Too soft, too nice.
She settled back into her pillows afterwards before saying, "Yeah me too." To both statements, really.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 7:12 pm
He gave a low groan in reply, but it was (usually) worth it. Jack rolled over to face her with some effort, half-way falling into the pillows. "Why m'I not surprised you were a goth kid?" he couldn't help but tease.
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Posted: Mon Oct 12, 2015 7:21 pm
Chel's face wasn't as jovial as Jack might have expected at her joke. It was actually pensive distrust.
"What? S'not like we had the same dream." But even she was doubting that.
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