You caress her vertebrae one by one, brushing your teeth along the soft curve of her shoulder.
The woman in your arms (Alexandra) has now a story, a name.
She presses her face in the crook of your neck, release a ragged breath.
The Progenitor is silent, satiated.
But not you. Not Albert Wesker, a worn mask - now useless.
You collect her hair between your fingers, still in her.
Alex has her eyes open against your skin and they are transparent like a frozen lake - equally silent.
“Alexandra.” you repeat, and her name has a nice flavor on the tongue “Look at me.”
She curls up even more tightly against your chest, her legs a wet and scared hug around your hips.
You swings gently on yourself, almost cradling her.
“I remember, Alexandra.”
A tremor; a hope that doesn’t have the courage to ask.
“Not all.” you laugh, and it is a sharp sound - a yelp that breaks the night “And maybe it’s better that way.”
Alex’s fingers contract, return to unwind.
“But I remember you, Alexandra.”
You tighten - stretch beneath her, a line of skin and muscles ready to fight (to love in the only way you’ve always known.)
Alex moves uncertainly between your thighs, holding her breath.
“I remember every…” you take her chin in your fingers, force her to look at you - to confront you.
“…single…” you observe the Alex’s iris become red, a bleeding of feelings and doubts.
“…fucking…” hard again between her thighs, ready.
“…instant.” you sink in, moan shamelessly.
You were at home, Albert; you just don’t know yet.
Alex seeks the truth, your eyes.
She is burning, and the Progenitor screams for you a story that had consumed both.
You lean toward her face, break her breath - parted lips, murmuring on her.
“Yes, Alexandra. It’s me.”
And, for the first time, Alex has no more fear.
Characters: Liam O'Dywer [Dylan O'Brien] and Maddie Ester [Freya Mavor] Setting: Small Town America/High School Based Loosely On: Golden by Jennifer Lynn Barnes
The thing about the Ester family is they have all been gifted with something. Her mother is a seer in a way. She can see things that are happening a million miles away. Her sister is an aura seer, she can see people’s auras and can latch them together if she wants to, causing love or tear them apart, causing a break up. She was almost like a cupid. Her father wasn’t gifted, it didn’t come from his side of the family but he deals with it all the same. And then there is Maddie. She wouldn’t be so bitter if her “gift” wasn’t so destructive. Being gifted with pyrokinesis was a pain in the ass. She has lit everything on fire at some point or another and she’s still learning. It showed in her personality too. She had a short temper, got frustrated easily and if you got her going, she could be a downright bitch without even taking a breath. This was why it got so hard for her to reel it in. Deep breaths and calming thoughts were not her thing. She still had moments where it got too much, when her mother had to wrap her in a fire blanket… Until him.
Liam observes, that’s all he’s ever done. He watches people, keeps track of their actions and ignores them when they call him out on it. He’s a man of few words but that’s mostly because he’s learnt that people never really listen anyway. He’s content to stay a mystery but there is a heart in there and it’s been hardened by things that he’s never really spoken about. But he liked Maddie. He liked her a lot. She lost her patience with him, snapping at him, asking why he never spoke and he was smitten. She questioned him, forcing an opinion from him and she amused him to no end.
But to Maddie, he’s broody, never says anything and constantly stares at her like she’s from a different planet. It feels like he can judge her with a raise of an eyebrow and that little annoying smirk. She hates how he always seems to have cigarettes even though he’s not old enough and how he gets engrossed in books with titles she can’t even pronounce. Yet he makes her feel… better. When she’s losing control or she can feel the heat rising from her uncontrollably, she just glances at him or touches his arm and it fades, ebbing away into nothing. The annoying thing is that he knows it. If she hadn’t opened her big mouth, if she hadn’t said that she needed him around, he wouldn’t have that annoying cocky smirk all over his face when he looked at her sometimes.
Everyone says that they like each other. That it’s all just tension, that one day it will become something. Maddie refuses, just flat out refuses to let it happen. It was a miracle that they were even friends. She doesn’t like him, he’s just not her type. He knows this as well, she’s told him enough times. But he keeps hanging around and she can’t help feeling comfortable.
I’ll be playing Liam (Unless an app for him blows me away)
The faceclaims are just suggestions so they can be changed. Also how these two became friends can be discussed.
I have plot ideas for this so message me if you wanna know what they are. Same with any questions.
Pele sat on the side of a cliff, remembering; the only thing gods can do when they are bored. No god can forget, after all. It sounds like a good thing to a human; never forget appointments, never forget your mother’s birthday… But a god’s mind is more prone to negativity, even more than human’s. They remember everything, but it’s the experiences they want to forget that stand out the most.
And so, Pele sighed and remembered. Normally, she would be doing something more enjoyable, like hunting, or surfing, or burning people alive… but not today. The skies were gloomy and the sun refused to shine. It wasn’t raining yet, but it was bound to. It was not a day to do much of anything, except… remember.
Pele did not want to remember, though. All she wanted was a break in the clouds. She was cut off from the sun’s warmth, and it was making her slightly lethargic. If it warmed up, she’d have the energy to grab her bow and hunt something, probably a rat, just for sport. Or perhaps she could practice fighting or sharpen her weapons. Pele refused to be caught off guard, or at least, be found without a weapon. Even alone on the side of the cliff, she clutched a small dagger in her hand. A habit formed from a lesson learned.
What Pele would do for someone to talk to! However, half of her family hated her. The other half, she could not return to. How sad to live in infamy. Her reputation for pushing everyone away kept anyone new from getting close, even when she wanted them there.
And oh, how she wanted to meet someone new. Maybe someone… maybe someone who could care about her? Love her even?
“But that is a ridiculous notion…” she whispered to herself, and with that thought, she let her guard down.
right. that’s not ambiguous at all. she furrows her brow, but goes off to prepare the coffee quickly. she hovers near the pies, wondering what he would EVEN want. agatha settles on blueberry. people don’t hate blueberries right? swiftly, she goes back to him, pie and coffee in hand.
❝ here you are sir. i didn’t know what sort of pie so i just did blueberry. ❞
she wonders if she should sit. the shop had slowed down some, and she could carry out a conversation if she wished.
idk I’m just self conscious about my voice I guess since I’ve been told it’s made me sound like a white boy a few times… I used to have a thick rez accent. Dude, I’m hilarious when I’m sleep deprived AND comfortable. So I’ve been told. The funny thing is, I interact with people far better when I am sleep deprived >.<
That’s great! Eh, I cut it out because I started getting wayyy too intense for my current comfort level of being on video.
You really think so? I think awkwardly endearing fits the bill better :p
DUDE, I love my ringtone. However, it does get creepy as hell when you’re wandering around the woods at 3 in the morning and someone decides to call. Which is strange upon itself.
I need to find some way to break out of this adorable phase. Know any suggestions?