Re: Quicklog, Marvel: Clementine M/Shane A
[That pretty smile got a glare. He didn't think that shit was interesting—being more lonely here. No, he thought that was fucked, even if they were all still settling in, but shit had been off, yeah? It'd been off ever since that goddamn party and he'd done his part, trying to make it work, but he couldn't, and here Clementine was, telling him to fucking stop, so he'd stop.
He didn't say anything for a minute, her arm looped through his, the lemon-wax of magnolia of her skin mixing with ash and cigarette smoke. There was a line of dirt beneath Shane's fingernails, but he never seemed to notice. She was pretty and shining and all that, yeah? Glowing or whatever. He looked the same, rumpled, black leather worn gray and blond-brown hair a shock of sleep. He squinted his low-lidded eyes.] The fuck do you mean 'shackled to you'? Shut the fuck up. We want to be here, yeah? [Shane looked at the lake that lapped hungrily, longingly at the shoreline.] You're fucking something, Peaches. You know that?