Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (maryanne_walker) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2013-05-26 01:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, maryanne walker (oe), ~george sands (oe) |
Who: Maryanne and George
Where: In the middle of the woods
What: George doesn’t wolf out. Maryanne is there to witness his pasty white bum.
When: After nightfall 5/25
Rating: High for naked George, and language.
Open: No
Status: Narrative/logged
“This is fucking boring George.” She was sure she knew why the ‘wolf’ was late. But Maryanne was trying to stick it out for her friend. However long he wanted to stand there, naked, holding his junk. While she was perched in a tree. It was not her idea of a good time. But she didn’t want George to get hurt. “I’m sorry this is sooo very dull, Maryanne, I can’t imagine what it’s like sitting in a tree all safe and sound.” Sarcasm dripped from his words. He still couldn’t believe she’d been shagging the other Mitchell. Yet it wasn’t something he was ready to talk about. It seemed completely logical to be pissed off at her. “George, what the fuck? I’m out here risking myself here to make sure you’re okay. Make sure nothing goulish comes out to eat your naked, very very white, ass. And you’re giving me shit.” She rolled over onto her stomach and stared down at him. Not caring whether he was naked or not. “I’ll tell you...” He held up one finger, rather than clutching himself with both hands, and pointed it at her. “Mitchell is our best friend, and you... You were having sex with his ghostly otherself. Did you even think how he would handle that? Did you even think at all? And what about Alex? How do you think she’d feel if she found out. And what about Daryl?” Her eyes narrowed dangerously. “What about Daryl?” Her voice a little above a growl. Daring him to go there. She didn’t have to sit up in the tree with him. She didn’t have to make sure he was safe. “He’d only been gone, what, a few days?” Though George knew the shenanigans had started just a few days after he’d died the first time. He knew why she was doing it too. And he hated it for her. Because he knew what sort of devastation she felt when the train had dropped them here. He knew how she felt because he’d been without Nina. “And what about the other one?” Maryanne rolled back over onto her back. “George, shut up. You’re a horrible match maker, and you don’t know anything about anything. So just shut. The. Fuck. Up.” Like she’d go from on Daryl to the next. Just like that. So what she was fucking around. Sex had nothing to do with emotion. Or it didn’t with her. “Who’s to say he’s even interested?” “Maryanne, that’s your problem, you sell yourself short. You’re beautiful and warm. I don’t see anyone else up in a tree making sure I don’t get eaten. And you don’t even have your... cat.” George wasn’t sure what to call it exactly. “And you used to take us all in, and feed us, and make sure everyone was alright before even giving a second thought to yourself. That was what he fell in love with in the first place. You’ve just let cocks like that Dresden arse hole bring you down. And those fucking elves. What do they know about being warm, and caring and loving? I don’t see a single one of them just doing what needs to be done. Instead they’re off in their castle, planning posh parties, while... You don’t wait to be told what to do, you never have. You’ve never waited for someone to say ‘well we need this’. You’ve just gone and done. You’re just as good as everyone else.” George spread his hands to either side of himself. Forgetting for a second that he was standing there naked. “Do you think we would love you, if you weren’t all of that? Me, Nina, Annie, Mitchell. Even the Ghost saw that. He would have been stupid not to.” It didn’t mean he was okay with her sleeping with him. But he could understand it to a point. Sighing she rolled back over spying him between the fork in the branch, that kept her where she was. Seeing his stance she squealed at him “George!” His eyes widened and he dropped his hands back down over himself. “Sorry. You’ve seen Mitchell’s so I thought I’d give you a flash too.” He teased half heartedly, though it hadn’t been on purpose. “Is the wolf coming or can we go home?” Maryanne couldn’t help but grin at him. Knowing he was trying to lighten the mood at least a little. “Just a little longer. I’m afraid he’ll decide to come as soon as you get down. And then you’d be quite screwed.” Why not throw a sex joke in? |