Bear (flintly) wrote in olympianthreads, @ 2015-01-24 21:57:00 |
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Bear had been trying to follow Niko’s damn rule and keep away. It was better for both of them. He’d told himself that eventually he’d get the hell over this. But it had been almost three weeks since Niko’s birthday and he couldn’t stop thinking about that night or the next morning. He didn’t know what it all meant – but Bear wasn’t an idiot. He’d liked people before, even dated a few people enough that he’d call them a girlfriend or a boyfriend when he was younger. It just hadn’t been anything more than casual in a long ass time and, honestly, even then it had never lasted more than a few weeks. He was honest with himself - he knew he was shit at making anything that required feelings matter. And it had never felt as intense as this felt. He’d tried to ignore it for weeks, but he wasn’t making any damn headway at all. Then the damn journals – and everything Justine had said kept prodding at him. And Niko had said that if he’d show up he’d yell at him, but he’d invite him in. When he'd read that, Bear had really wanted to be invited in. That feeling hadn't gone away. Now there were more deaths, and the Organization stepping in seemed just this side of useless. Or maybe Bear just knew that being in the dark and not having a way to help made him useless. Either way, it had him on edge, and as he headed home from shutting down things after a long few hours at the forge – which usually calmed him but hadn’t done shit tonight – he ended up heading to Niko’s door instead of his without thinking about it until he was standing in front of his door, not as sure as he'd like to be about what to do next. He didn’t want to knock, in case Alexandra was awake and it upset anything. Instead he texted: >>I’m outside your door.<< >>Your move.<< |