you miss it, don’t you? the warmth of a star you don’t remember.
                          [quote by: @worthygamora at @starcrossedpoetry | (insp.)]




Did you talk to Javier after the competition?
Translation credit (a-m-n-o-s) 


♫  don’t you let me go, let me go tonight  ♫
♫  don’t you let me go, let me go tonight  ♫

Safe Inside

1. Let Me Love the Lonely

The cool night air swam around Ginny, picking up her hair and blowing it about her face. The steel of the cars handle chilled the palm of her hand, but the sound of her name on his tongue warmed her to the core. Something in her sensed the bloom of a fragile moment before her brain caught on to it. A key turned in a lock and the click reverberated around her chest; opening a door deep within.

It felt strange, the sensation, but even the oceans in his blue eyes seemed to suggest there was something new happening in this small window of time. He put on that lazy smile she enjoyed so much, and cleared his throat as he shifted his weight from leg to leg on the sidewalk.

“Come on, Rookie, you can give me a better goodbye than just a wave.”

“Are we saying goodbye?” She questioned; just barely managing to get the words out before a knot lodged itself in her throat. His smile wilted ever so slightly but the light in his eyes dimmed considerably, and he turned his head to stare down the near vacant street. Ginny swallowed a few times and plastered on a smile of her own. “Get over here, old man.”

Mike cut his eyes back at her before closing the distance between them. She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed herself close. One of his hands pressed to the small of her back, gently at first, and then a little firmer. Their contact lingered and even the night seemed to still. Ginny was the first to pull away but only enough to find his gaze. She couldn’t read him but something odd began to happen in the space between them. She could only describe it as a gravitational pull and she had to assume he felt it too because he was the one to close his eyes first.

The silk feel of his lips lightly grazed her before he was pulling himself away. “Ginny…”

“What?” She breathed instead of the string of swears piled up on her tongue. He stuffed his hands deep into the pockets of his jeans and just shook his head. “Did I do something wrong?”

He scoffed incredulously but his face fell when he realized she was being serious. “Did you- did you do something wrong? No, Ginny, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Really? Because you’re using your frustrated voice right now.”

“Ginny, you’re fine. You’re- you’re perfect. It’s me.”

“How original.” She grumbled and he winced when he noted that his words had struck a cord. Normally she would’ve coiled back into herself, acted like nothing was wrong just like he was doing right now, but that door behind her ribcage was still open and she couldn’t close it.

“I didn’t mean…”

“I’m feeling…things for you, Mike.”

“No.” he replied as he shook his head but she continued anyways.

“Look at me, I don’t do this, show vulnerability but keeping it inside is exhausting.”

“Stop, Gin. You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Her hands clenched at her sides as she tried to control the anger burning like a wildfire under her skin. Mike took a step towards her but she stuck out her hand, and he stopped. Her voice came out strong but uneven.

“When I said I don’t know what I’d do without you, I wasn’t just talking about on the field. God, how can you not see that? You really can’t tell that I function at half, if not less, when you’re not around? I can’t think straight. It’s like I’m just running through some preprogrammed motions, and maybe it shouldn’t be like that, but it is and I hate it. I hate that I can be only half the person I should be when you’re not here, but you make me feel real, Lawson. Like I am someone outside of the game, like I’m not so goddam lonely all of the time. So, forgive me for not throwing a parade to watch you leave.”

When she was done, Ginny took a breath and allowed her words to land before spinning on her heel to leave.

“Hold up.” Mike demanded but she was too furious to comply. He nearly lifted her off of the ground when he caught her around the waist, and his voice rumbled like a growl in her ear. “I said wait.”

She wasn’t even all the way around in his arms before they mashed their mouths together. They tripped over one another and he had to hold out an arm to brace them against the car but they never came apart. It was a headrush that alcohol could never provide and no game could induce. The feel of his hands on her body, the tip of his tongue brushing hers, it was like throwing the switch on a fireworks display.

“You’re coming with me.” He declared gruffly against her lips but if he’d asked her later about the journey between the sidewalk and his house, she would’ve drawn a blank; in part because while one hand had driven them home, the other did a dance between her parted thighs and remained there until he pulled her from the car in the driveway. He had her shirt up and over her head before the front door closed. She was attacking the buttons of his when he scooped her off of the floor and nearly tripped over the shoes she’d just stepped out of.

“You sure your knees can take this, old man?” She giggled breathlessly as his breath tickled a particularly sensitive spot on her neck.

“We don’t have to go very far.” He replied and only took a few more steps towards the coffee table. One swipe of his hand sent the remotes clattering to the floor, and she was still laughing as he spread her out across the glass. When she tried to sit up to continue with his shirt, he flattened her back down with his hand, and ran his mouth across the strip of flesh between her navel and the zipper of her pants.

“C'mon, Lawson. Don’t be a tease.” Ginny mewled in a voice that shook, and could hear him chuckle into the fabric of her jeans as he pulled at it with his teeth. The movement had been so fast she almost didn’t realize she’d been relieved of her bottoms, and now it was only the thin layer of her panties that separated her center from his hovering mouth.

The rollercoaster dropped, or that was the feeling, when the warmth of his tongue finally met its mark. To say that his beard was now her new favorite thing was an understatement. Her breath hitched so many times as she grappled for air that Ginny thought she might actually pass out. She would worry about crushing his head between her thighs if he himself hadn’t wrapped them around his shoulders.

“Oooooooo” she exhaled through pursed lips and the vibration of his laughter only intensified the trembling that had begun in her toes. She was nearing the peak of this climb when he stopped, and her body shuddered in search of its release. Mike didn’t keep her waiting too long before replacing the pressure of his hand with the weight of his body. Ginny didn’t stand on ceremony this time and could hear the remaining buttons of his shirt scatter as she tore it open. He paused to raise an amused eyebrow at her.

“What? Like you don’t have twenty of the same shirt.”  She said, craning her neck to peck at his mouth while her fingertips popped the button of his jeans. He didn’t object. Instead he held her gaze as she worked them as far down as she could before he had to take over.

Mike stepped out of the last of his clothing and Ginny had to tell herself to breathe. All at once her system was flooded with excitement, anticipation, and a hint of nervousness. But as he lowered himself over her once more it dissipated into the earthquake building in her stomach. He kissed her again, deeply this time, and she gasped into his mouth when he entered her. Ginny unfolded like a map in his search for the buried treasure and let him consume her. She held tight to him as together they rose and fell amidst the ebb and flow of these waves they were making. He never stopped kissing her, and she made it her mission to leave her mark on every bit of him that she could before both of them collapsed into one another.

At some point they’d rolled off of the table and onto the plush fluff of his carpet but everything was a little fuzzy. He was hugging her around the waist, his head on her stomach, and she was absentmindedly running a hand through his hair. He didn’t say anything and she wasn’t going to be the one to break the silence, but it was peaceful. Eventually their racing hearts steadied, their breathing slowed, and Ginny closed her eyes in hopes she might relive the whole night.

He must’ve thought she’d fallen asleep because he raised his head to look up at her. She could slightly see him surveying her out of the small opening at the corner of her eye before he rested his head down once more and began to talk.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you either, Ginny.” He admitted quietly to the open air. “As much as I want it to be different, no matter how sure I am that I don’t deserve you, you make my life mean something again. I don’t know how you can’t see that either.”


Legend speaks of a seed - that the Sun Tree was placed by Pelor himself to seal a wound in the light, and Whitestone rose around it.