Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-04-18 14:54:00 |
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Daryl tickled something in her that she hadn't felt in a long time. While Maryanne didn't often feel like a glutton for punishment, she knew there was a possibility of wherever her intrigue led her it could end in pain. And she almost wanted it. Longed for that prick of... whatever it was. You weren't supposed to get attached to the guy that was supposed to be a one night stand. But she had. Since that one night, she sometimes found herself a seat in the observation car, hoping he would walk by, for whatever reason. Yeah she could play it off as if she was sitting there to watch any of the good looking men on the train walk by. But the one person she couldn't lie to was herself. Oh she could try, but she always knew it was a lie. And Maryanne wasn't trying to fool herself. Maryanne was vaguely reminded of a Josh Turner song. Though, at that point in time she could say simply that it wasn't as love, or if it was she sure as hell wasn't going to admit to it, even to herself. She hoped wasn't that far gone yet. Extreme lust? Oh definitely. Daryl had been her shower porn for almost a month now. Hell, he was more than in the shower. She knew she liked him, quite a bit. Didn't want to even think about him laying on one of the beds in the infirmary. If X wasn't safe, was anybody? It was a sobering thought. The second sobering thought was the one that he might not show. The last message, one that she should have deleted, hung over her head like an ax ready to fall. She didn't know how he reacted, if he had at all, she'd shut her phone off, and tucked it away. If he showed, he showed. If he didn't, he didn't. She'd been honest. That was all. True to her word, she was wearing a long over sized t-shirt. It nearly reached her knees, it could almost qualify as a dress. The lack of makeup, the borrowed shirt... She didn't doubt she looked half her age. She knew she felt about twelve. Felt like she'd been caught doodling his name in the margin of her binder, or writing notes like 'do you like me check yes or no'. Or asking her bestest friend to ask him if he liked her too. She wasn't one of those stupid goopy girls. Yet Daryl managed to turn her into a puddle of mush. Maryanne was leaning against the door, as far out of the way as she could be. Trying to be well out of the way. All the people inside made her long for some medical knowledge. X had left, but was replaced with Cato, and Rogue. Even if the latter didn't know her, it still pained her to see one of her own in such a state. The former, he was just a kid. One really tough kid, but still a kid. Feeling useless brought the prickling sensation of tears to her eyes. She knew it would piss Cato off to know she was tearing up over him. Rubbing the heals of her palms against her eyes, trying to make it stop she turned to leave and ran smack into the man she was waiting for. With a slight gasp, (God did he know how good he smelled?) her hands dropped from her eyes. Her eyelashes were wet, and she was forced to blink rapidly to keep it from going farther than that. |