Troy Rogers (rokudan_tsuchi) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-01-07 17:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-08-29, lux, troy |
And I've been taking chances, I've been setting myself up for the fall.
Who: Lux and Troy
Where: Lux's apartment
When: close to 3pm
Warning: NSFW
The trip across town didn't take long at all, but it was long enough for the nervous feeling to take up it's unfamiliar place in the pit of Troy's stomach. He'd been to Lux's apartment several times, so that wasn't what was breaking through his calm, mellow shell. And he was used to Lux's teasing--God knows she did it often enough growing up--so then what was it? Was it that he felt like he'd maybe gotten through to her? He'd had a thing for her for years, it wasn't any wonder it had taken him this long to say something. Even if his poor attempt might have fallen flat. It had hit him when Lux had suffered her attack by that cougar that he cared for her as much as he did. It had killed him to know that she'd gotten hurt. It killed him that she'd been so distant, but he understood. If he was anything then Troy was patient, and so he was all too familiar with having to bide his time. But months and months had passed since Lux got hurt and it seemed like all the cheering up in the world wouldn't help. These things took time, and for once in his life, Troy didn't want to wait to have her smiling again, happy. He wanted to help, and had no idea how. Well, if nothing else, at least she'd be amused by his attention, right? She said he'd been able to help cheer her up before, and today was no exception.
Troy wanted nothing more than to sit with Lux and watch stupid comedies. Anything, really, to shut out the knowledge of what went down at the march. Images of it were still assaulting him, and he wondered if that was what it was like for Lux. To leave the rest of the world in front of you unseen for the horrible things that flash in your mind, that cling to your existence. If that was anything like what Lux felt, Troy wished there was something more he could do than just give her the support he'd always offered. On a whim, he'd grabbed a couple flowers from his garden, hoping they would cheer her up. He couldn't remember if she'd started a preference for that sort of thing, so he'd grabbed some daisies. They weren't roses, so it wasn't like...overtly saying "HEY LOOK AT ME I WANT TO DATE YOU" but he figured the message would come across in a softer way. Plus, he had no rose bushes.
Getting out of his car, Troy walked up, daisies in hand. He paused a moment, feeling the strange stirring of nerves in his stomach again. He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door, fixing what he hoped was a bright smile to his face lest he give into the butterflies.