| 10 Year High School Reunion |
[Apr. 23rd, 2014|12:18 am] |
Preferences: Het or platonic
Warnings: None at the moment (past notes of possible "hot for teacher")
It had been years since Jared Castor seen his students. Not so long in the grand scheme of things perhaps but it felt like more. Mostly because he'd never forgotten about her. His attention had been wholly inappropriate and they had both known it. It had never gone anywhere. He wasn't the sort but he definitely felt nervous tonight. He'd dutifully skipped the five year reunion because that would always be too soon but now it was the tenth and he couldn't stay away. He had to know how she was. What did she look like now? What was she doing? Was she happy? He couldn't believe that after all of this time the thought of her could still make his palms go clammy.
The whole thing was planned to happen in the gymnasium of the school - nostalgia and all the good things that came with it supposedly - but the venue had to be changed at the last minute because of a pipe that burst in the girls' bathroom. The reunion had been moved offsite to a hotel with a large, accommodating ballroom lined with tables of hors d'oeuvres and more-than-likely-spiked punch bowls. He dutifully wore his name tag, sipped the punch, and nervously anticipated - albeit beneath a calm exterior - her arrival. |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2014|03:00 pm] |
Preferences: Het
Warnings: None
Chief among the things Maid Marian had stolen in recent days was the heart of the Sheriff of Nottingham, though this particular theft had been quite by accident, and was proving to be a particular hitch in perpetuating her chosen life of crime. There was very little to be done in the way of stealing and regifting to the poor when the Sheriff himself was constantly breathing down the exposed nape of your neck; Marian, who had never before objected to the less conservative turn women's fashion had taken in recent years, now cursed the lowered collars and raised hairstyles that allowed the man any glimpse of unsunned flesh.
Perhaps therein lay the problem: she hadn't gotten out much in recent days. She woke nightly in a cold sweat, convinced the very walls (or discouraged suitors, as it were) were closing in on her. She became more belligerent in her thefts, more obvious, craving that something—anything—might happen to challenge her in some way, but no excitement save the transitory thrill of a purloined purse succeeded in uplifting her mood. Many times she thought she might go mad.
Maybe it was madness that drove her to boldness that morning. Marian had only narrowly escaped being chaperoned on a ride through Sherwood when the Sheriff was called away to punish some peasant transgression in Locksley. Marian made a mental note to visit the town, an old neighborhood and childhood haunt of hers, later, once the Sheriff's riders had gone and she had a chance to carry away a few stale loaves of bread she had seen piling up in the kitchen at Nottingham.
She had made short work of losing herself in the trees, choosing to depart from the well-kept paths long ago in favor of the deer paths that unwound before the quick-eyed who knew where to look. She had tied her mare off in a meadow brimming over with wildflowers; there were a few braided expertly into her hair by the time she found herself deep in the forest. She came across a waterfall pond before long, which was interesting—the discarded clothing she spied, doubly so.
It seemed like such an easy theft, Marian couldn't help herself. All morning her thoughts had been with the poor people of Locksley, and now she had the luck to run across some nobleman secure enough to leave his belongings unattended while he took an afternoon swim—for who but a nobleman could find the time to engage in the recreation?
A stream of bubbles further out told Marian the man had yet to surface from a dive, so without a moment's further hesitation she stole up to the bank and lifted his purse. It weighed very little, much to her disappointment; still, she hid it away in the pocket of her dress. She then decided seek her amusement by heaving the man's shirt and trousers into the high branches of a nearby tree.
The water positively boiled now; she knew the swimmer was about to surface. Rather than flee and risk being spotted, Marian quickly stepped behind an overgrowth of brush. While she may have succeeded in hiding herself from view, the hand she raised to smother a laugh proved less successful. |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2014|04:23 pm] |
Preferences: Platonic
Warnings: None
Alyssa really couldn't even being to understand why she had agreed to this. The time had passed, but the hurt was still there. Whoever said that time healed all wounds had to be lying. There wasn't enough time that was going to make her miss her sister any less. Having little Tyler didn't help any. He looked so much like his mother. There were even little things that he did and said that reminded her so much of Jessica. Ty had only had three months with his mother, but somehow Jess had rubbed off so much on him in that little time. Watching as he plaid with his favorite toy car, Alyssa quickly wiped a tear and turned towards the window. Why was she doing this again?
Having Ty's dad be a part of his life was something that Al knew Jessica would have wanted. Jess had fought so hard to get him clean. It's ultimately what cost her her life. It was hard not to hate him. He'd taken away her sister, taken away Tyler's mom and caused them all so much pain. And for what? Letting out a heavy sigh, Alyssa tried to shake the thoughts from her head. She'd promised herself that if he ever came around again and was clean that she wouldn't keep him from his son. Sure Al had legal custody of Tyler, but he was still his son. Jessica wanted him to have a relationship with his father. Thinking about him though and knowing what had happened made it so difficult to not hate him.
Turning back to Ty, Al smiled. She loved that little boy so much. It had been a journey learning how to be his mom, but they had learned together. She was a single 23 year old when the courts gave her custody of the tiny 3 month baby. Hacing kids was never something that she saw for herself, but tyler changed that. He'd been the perfect baby as she learned how to be a mom. Al also knew that Jess was probably up there in heaven helping them out loads too. "Hey Ty, grandma is gonna come stay with you for a little bit, okay? I'll be back in a little bit." At the sound of her voice, Ty stood up and walked over to her. "But why mommy Ali? I want to go with you." He pouted and clinged to her leg. "Ty, we talked about this." That pout face always ate away at her heart. "I won't be long. And grandma said that you guys are going to make cookies. That will be fun. Just made sure you save me some!" Picking him up, she hugged him. "I promise I will be back to tuck you in tonight." He looked into her eyes and nodded. "Okay. I love you mommy." He wrapped his arms around her neck and hugged her tight. Letting out a shaky breath, Ali had to fight to keep from crying. "I love you too, Ty." Hearing her mom at the door, Ali set Ty back down on the ground. "Grandma's here. Go on and open the door."
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Leaving him was always hard. Ali knew that he was in good hands, but Tyler was her world and she loved every day that she got to spend with him. He was her little gift that Jessica and left behind for her. Walking into the diner, Ali looked around. He hadn't arrived yet. It would give her a minute to calm down and chill out before he did. Seeing him again and trying to figure out how they were going to make this work was going to be strange and extremely difficult. He was Ty's dad, but she had been his mom for a solid 4 years now. A waiter brought her to a booth and said she'd be right with her. Getting comfortable, she took out her phone to see if he had called her. |
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