Re: Si's trailer: Amy M/Si M
[Si hugged his sister, her body small against his, enveloped in his, his arms around her, one hand up to the back of her head. His heart, right where she could hear it, was pounding like a prisoner shaking the bars of his cell. Close like this, he could smell her again. Her hair. Her... I don't know, perfume? Whatever it was that made scents catch on women's skin. Him? He was unshaven now, stubble pricking rough on cheeks, chin, jaw, throat. He smelled like cigarette smoke more than anything, no hidden soap underneath this time. The sting of alcohol wasn't strong. If he was drinking beer, this was his first or second.—But, it was impossible not to compare the hug to the feel of her in the pitch black of the arcade. And it was impossible not to compare that to the thousands of hugs preceding it.
Her laugh carried nerves and Si had always been the one who was anxious. But, something about this... if it should have put him on edge, it didn't. He was probably too fucked up a person, who'd done too many fucked up things. Something like that.—After a breath, after lingering and after wanting more, he pulled away. He offered Amy his beer as he dropped back onto the couch and picked up his cigarette.]