“Go, go, go!” Michael whispers as loud as he dares, keeping his hand on the small of Nellie’s back as he pushes her forward. “We have to find a good hiding spot!”
She scans the room quickly before finding the perfect spot; in the cupboard. She leads him toward it, taking out the few pots and pans sitting at the bottom of the cupboard, and then crawling inside, gesturing for him to do the same. Once they’re each curled up against the back walls of the storage space, they close the door slowly and silently.
The two, along with Charlie, Aylin, and Blake, are all playing a game of Manhunt while the other contestants go out for dinner. Abraham was on Nellie and Michael’s team originally, but he dropped out after getting a call from his sister.
And, so, here Michael and Nellie sit, facing each other, knees and calves touching as they stay as small as they possibly can, waiting for Aylin, Charlie, and Blake to come and find them.
“I love this game.” Michael murmurs, just being able to be heard.
Nellie nods in agreement. “It’s a lot of fun.”
They sit there for a good 10 minutes, until their bodies start to cramp up. The two barely notice, though; they’re both kind of distracted by the fact that they’re thisclose, that they are basically transferring air from one to the other (never mind that whole, ‘humans release CO2 which plants turn into oxygen’ crap, they were breathing each other’s air), that they tiny space is becoming increasingly warmer and warmer as the time goes on.
But, surely, they can’t be the only ones feeling that thing in between them; the… Not necessarily tension, but… The thing. There’s no completely accurate way to describe it. The thing that their skin does when it touches with one another, the thing their eyes do when they meet, the thing their mouths do when they’re talking or even just looking at each other.
And the thing is becoming slightly unbearable (because they can’t act on that thing; because what if they are the only ones feeling the thing, what if it’s an unrequited thing, what of it ruins their friendship?), the cupboard doors are opened with a startling bang. They quickly swivel their heads in horror as they’re caught, Blake’s face obstructing their view of the “outside world”. He’s grinning smugly.
What Difference Does It Make? (2011 Remastered Version)The Smiths
To celebrate the fact that I don’t have to wake up at five tomorrow — glorious for me, but also great for you should you be like wtf is up with all the after hours manic posts, I don’t really like you sooo… concentrated — I am playing this smiths song that I can’t remember if I’ve posted recently or not and have not named, because really [complete the sentence with the actual title! it’s a game!]
Also: can we just talk about the differences between being a hero and trading yourself into a life of unspecified servitude for an individual who’s widely considered to be some kind of incarnation of evil?
Because that’s what Belle does. She’s totally candid about it. But she’s Belle and everything here is Disney-flavor, so presumably she’s smart. We see her referencing everything and reading nonfiction in foreign languages (but I’m assuming she consumes a lot of fiction, too). I was hoping she’d get written as this girl who recognizes the structure of what she’s doing—kind of ironically reflects on the fact that she’s let herself become sort of a sentimental-fiction-gothic-heroine—and then tries to subvert it. I even felt like we got bits of that in Skin Deep and the very beginning of s2; little moments where she acknowledges the implications of her position, and tries to subvert the tropes she represents, but then…the rest of season 2 happened.
Even amnesiac!Belle or storybrooke!Belle or whatever could still be really cool, especially if they’d use her to explore how Storybrooke functions, or have her interact with Gold and be able to just call him out on everything because she’d no longer have whatever creeping emotional investment that’s been slowly doormatting her. Or better yet, they could just bother with
a) giving her a NAME please
b) explaining whether or not she has an identity
c) if not, explaining how she can talk, or react to body language, or understand that magic doesn’t exist in the real world
Basically I just really resent that this character, who I wanted so badly to like, and thought had so much potential, has been reduced to a plot device because ~true love~ or something. And I’m slightly bitter about it. And by slightly I mean a lot.
Well... I said to myself "get away from the internet, get away, away, get..." but it didn't work, so I might not be back full force until the 26th but I'll be here.
Besides, Geography and French are just subjects I’m trying to improve, (as if I could improve Geography pffft) which is making me especially lazy towards the whole studying part.
It’s all fun and games until it’s agriculture and areas of influence.