Forget me. . . not (Dean/Lola)
Dean groaned as he slowly came to wakefulness, feeling an odd sense of warmth which, he discovered, was the woman wrapped in his arms. What was her name? For whatever reason, he couldn’t remember, ad he had the headache from hell.
He checked the clock, then groaned again. Sam would be wondering where he was. Dean rolled out of the bed, making sure not to disturb the woman, wondering where his clothes were. When was he ever this careless with a one night stand? God, he was losing his touch, especially since he had no idea where his gun was. Goddammit. He didn’t want to wake her and have the whole morning-after-touchy-feels. Where the Hell was his stuff?
Mienshao had been waiting outside the lab for the trainer, and when he approached, she opened the door for him—While the inside of the lab was a mess, you can find Bianca under the table, asleep while cuddled up to her Stoutland.
Unfezant landed not far from the lab and, stroking the bird’s neck affectionately and thanking him, he returned him to his Pokeball before turning to the lab. He couldn’t help but be worried as he greeted the Mienshao with a nod, rushing inside as she opened the door.
Papers and broken objects were scattered on the floor. The noise he had heard in the XTransceiver had stopped, though - at least that. He looked around, trying to find Bianca, and then he spotted her, curled up under a table along with her Stoutland.
Running a hand through his hair, he let out a small sigh and walked towards her, getting down to his knees. He didn’t want to wake her up, but with the way things were, he had to find out what happened - he had to make sure she was alright. Why was she sleeping under the table, anyway?
“Bianca…?” He murmured softly, reaching out to stroke her hair. “Bianca, are you alright?”
Was It Worth It? // @decemaeternamdoctor
Amy felt her back hit solid ground. Her head lulled a bit, smacking the ground just as hard, and she let out a small moan. Now that had hurt. Her physical pain, however, didn’t even come close to the amount of emotional pain that was coursing through her body. Her chest felt like something had come in with an ice cream scoop and taken her heart right out. She was hollow.
Tears were still stinging her eyes, following the same tracks as the many before them down her face and she stood up and took in her surroundings. Everyone was dressed much differently than they had been a few moments ago, but this was definitely still New York City. Now, how far into the past she was wasn’t obvious, but she could figure that out with time.
She’d landed right smack in the middle of a park, so she stood up and brushed stray grass from her jeans. Seeing no other option, she started off down one of the paths leading back into the heart of the city. What she wanted more than anything right now was a quiet place to sit and think about a solution to the serious problem she was currently facing.
This… this wasn’t possible. It had to be a dream that Jenna was experiencing at the moment. The man that had raised her and Haje, her father figure that she loved so dearly, the person who she saw get killed right before her eyes and held onto his limp body…
He had somehow come back to her.
Her eyes were wide as saucers and she stayed still in her spot. Was it a trick? Or could it possibly be a ghost that was right before her? Questions can be saved for later, though she had to confirm that the man before her is the person that she thinks it is.
“…Hiljo?” She ask quietly as if the illusion would somehow disappear if she was too loud.
Thicker Than Blood
It wasn’t long until news of what happened in the streets earlier reached her ears, the first inkling of rumors traveling through people she passed by, gossip that she wouldn’t be so concerned about except for the fact of hearing his name. She stopped to question them, only to receive details that made her stop cold. A mixture of disbelief and hope- hope that it was the wrong guy they were talking about, they weren’t describing her cousin, they weren’t talking about the sight of the blood-
The blonde let out a cry of frustration, kicking the sheets off of her bed as if they were to blame.
The thief had tried to find him, to make sense of the situation- but he wasn’t around.
Rikku removed herself from the mattress, leaving the room before slipping quietly out of the house. Yet, not before staring at the door that belonged to him, as if he might suddenly appear behind the frame.
Not even the cool air could calm her tonight- no, something was terribly wrong and she couldn’t understand, didn’t want to understand—
How could he?
So lost in her thoughts, it wasn’t until her bare feet transitioned into cool sand that she realized she had subconsciously brought herself to the beach. Sinking into wet granules as waves lapped at her feet, she brought her knees together, embracing them with her arms.
How could he?
She didn’t want to live in ignorance, but she couldn’t swallow the truth..not yet.
Her throat itched, corners of her eyes burning as she tried to fight off the familiar sensation, losing the battle as she buried her head into her arms.
She would find him, and when she did…when she did, well— what? What would she do? No. She had to do something. She would not sit by and let this get more out of control than it already was. She could talk sense into him, right? He would listen to family, right?
Right?
“Ruf luimt oui…”
A mere whisper, strangled sobs wracking her body as the ocean waves crept closer.
“Ryou…!” Whining slightly, letting out a soft crinched voice she couldn’t hold back the tears. Seeing him in this state showed that tobi had been right. Pressing her hand against her mouth she let the tears flow, too paralyzed to move.
Once again, the sound reached both his ears and his mind, and he stirred again, idly processing the intonation of that voice. So familiar, but so unusually weak…eyelids fluttering open halfway, vision still blurry, he let out a quiet groan, shifting somewhat in his place and blinking a few times to clear the veil glazing his eyes. “…Lina…?”
⊗
Sometimes, Sheena liked to pay a visit to the Great Kharlan Tree just to the remembrance, the melancholy she felt about that journey which changed her life forever, and even sometimes because it gave her that feel of hope she always lose when her confidence of a Chief broke. Yeah, that enormous plant was like a big amulet of faith for her.
But this time was different.
And it wasn’t that the Tree looked different. There was something in the ambiance that wasn’t in its place. Something that was there, and shouldn’t. A corpse.
She had not first reaction, something pretty strange on her and her common impulsive personality. The ninja was frozen in place, staring with slight shock to the scenery, or better said, to the body of the blue-haired that rested quietly on the roots of the tree.
“….Yuan?”
There was no reaction, no response. He could have said to her in a very very distasteful way to leave, one of his common manners that included sarcasm and hostility against others. But right now, he didn’t bother on it. His expression was very peaceful, no smile, but no displeasure either, something between neutral and even a bit friendly.
She stepped in front of him, her eyes examining him for a little while she felt a sort of an numbness. Embed on the very center of his chest, there was a long sword; was he battling with someone? It seemed like a not very suitable scene, he didn’t have any weapon on his hands. A suicide? Not very probable. Attacked by surprise? It looked like the most logical assumption, even though he showed no signs of battling against the person.
The summoner knelt next to him; now that she was closer, she could notice how pale was his skin (probably for the loss of blood) and a pair of bags under his eyes, he indeedly looked deadful, and it somehow hurt inside of her. She moved some loosing strands of azure hair from his face, and touched his cheek while her expression softened to a concerned one.
He could have not been a very friendly man, or even a very trustable one. But he certainly was one of the reasons why they could finally reunite and save both worlds. He was a respectable man, who went against a whole organization and created one himself for his own ideals. And thanks to him, she could reach Sylvarant and meet the others. Even if she didn’t know him at all, she owed him more than she thought.
She took back her hand, and lowered her face letting out a loud sigh. “I’m sorry, Yuan.” She mumbled, looking her hands on her lap with a feel of guilt, then finally lifted herself straight and offered a mourning bow to the man. And started to walk away, embracing herself as a weird feeling invaded her, an uncomfortable one.
And when she gave a last glance to him, her eyes widened with surprise.
A beautiful woman with long green hair was there, next to him, with her arms around his neck and one hand tenderly brushing his hair. And on the other side, there was a very familiar man with pointed brown hair, looking him with a soft smile.
She felt her eyes water for a bit, but she brushed them quickly before letting a smile curve on her lips, turning around to continue her way.
♠ »» 'Despairing December' || Tenebrous-Wings-of-Tragedy
She had gone this way before. Her friend had shown her the way to her residence. The tower.
Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
Asha never really visited Lacie this time of year, considering that her own birthday and personal life get in the way of it all. But it was pleasant, seeing the white blankets hug the surroundings like they were close lovers. The Jacket she wore around her torso was thicker than her traditional one, and she left her hair down so it could constitute for a set of earmuffs. The scarf tucked in most of it from wandering all over the place. In the brunette’s arms were a small basket. It was cold, no? Why not bake something for the Hell of it—- Lacie would have thought of it as a delightful surprise.
The two were very different, but they balanced the other out. Noirette of Baskerville, how you became one of Asha’s true friends. There weren’t too many that did that. ‘Hopefully I can meet her brother,’ she thought absent-mindedly, ‘She’s told me so much about him. That he was a kind man despite his silence; I’m pretty sure he’s as nice as she says,’ Wait, was that—-? She spotted red cloth within the vision of blinding white snow. It couldn’t have been Lacie’s; she never wore it with her when they were out. The main reason was that 1: Lacie just didn’t want to and 2: they didn’t want people butting into their social affairs in public— and holding Ill-Omened eyes were considered horrid enough.
“——E-excuse me—”
She never seen this man before. Did he know that Asha came to visit her friend sometimes? Was he going to usher her away like some regular person? Matters pertaining to the Baskervilles were kept away from the brunette. Lacie didn’t want the vision of her brother or her family shattered by their…unusual characteristics. It would be too much for Asha to understand. But here she was, approaching the man who was Oswald Baskerville. Although, now he was Glen.
Just how much do you understand, little girl?
♬ owo
Anthems of a Seventeen-Year-Old Girl - Broken Social Scene
Sensing the presence of somebody behind her, Sam turned around. She was surprised to see it was Aelita, but not so surprised it could be considered totally unexpected; Ulrich Stern had already tried to corner her during a free period and she’d just gotten a dirty look from Yumi Ishiyama as she’d passed by Sam’s locker.
Sam rubbed at an eye tiredly.
“I suppose you’re here to yell at me too? Don’t try and deny it. I already know Odd told you guys the news.”
