| Good-Bye, But Not Forever |
[06 Apr 2008|07:09pm] |
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Deliver Me - Sarah Brightman |
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Kinetic.
Connor remembered looking up the definition of the word once, something for a physics assignment he had. Now he didn't just know what it meant, he knew what it felt like.
After leaving Rhiannon in the aftermath of their argument, the Destroyer walked ten blocks with his arms folded across his chest and his fingers knotted into the fabric of his shirt sleeves as though he meant to rip them from the garment at the seams. He'd been aware that he was drawing stares, but there was nothing in him that cared. The half-full Mountain Dew bottle had kept banging against his leg when he walked, and he ended up throwing it away because it was annoying him. The bus ride back to Searchlight was one long, loud blur.
He spoke to no one when he arrived back at the Lighthouse, barely noticing that Julie was not behind the bar as he stalked upstairs. There was quite possibly a scream lodged somewhere inside his ribcage. It was happening again. Everything was coming apart.
( All of my Life, I've Been in Hiding )
She pushed away from him and started toward the shower. "See you soon."
He let her go, looking after her with a bemused, slightly crooked smile on his face. Touching his mouth with one hand, he re-adjusted the pack so it set on his shoulders more comfortably. Maybe? Maybe. Sometimes maybe was enough.
"I give you my word."
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| Lost Time |
[06 Apr 2008|08:39pm] |
[Continued from 'At the Tracks']
The key turned slowly in the knob, raising the metal pins above the shear line, until the lock disengaged. Rhiannon pushed the door open. Light from a corner lamp spilled golden across the space, making shadows long. The gray house cat, now nearing four, stood up and stretched her legs. It was a calm interior of wood floors and brick walls, and very little furniture, but all Rhiannon noticed was the pile of laundry near the couch. Why it should matter, she wasn't sure.
She looked over her shoulder. "Do you want a drink?" There was probably an old bottle in the cupboard, a brown drink she'd forgotten about. Maybe a couple of beers in the fridge.
Stepping aside, she waited for Joseph to cross the threshold.
Joseph trailed after Rhiannon, a shadow on her footsteps. "You got a beer? Or whiskey?" he asked as he dropped a kiss on the side of her neck before he eased into the apartment. Not that drinking was high on his list of priorities but he needed something to calm his nerves. God only knew why he had them, given that they'd done this dance countless times in the past, but he did.
He took a small breath and slipped his jacket off his shoulders, smiling as the cat he'd given Rhiannon all those years ago as a kitten wandered over and brushed across his legs. Joseph leaned down and rubbed at her ears, chuckling softly as she began to rub against him and gave a deep purr.
It was definitely warmer indoors than it was out.
( Before Losing The Nerve (Adult Content: Sexuality) )
( And By the Way... )
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