Peridot stretched, raising her
arms above her head, pushing her toes down as far as they would go. She heard Amethyst
deep breathing beside her, could feel the difference in the mattress having
another person on it. She peaked one eye open, looking over. Amethyst was
curled slightly, her hand resting on an empty spot that Peridot assumed she had
been in before waking and stretching. Her hair was covering the lower portion
of her face, moving every time she breathed. Peridot opened both eyes, turning
over to look at her properly. It was nice to have such an early start to the
day, so she
Peridot blinked, sitting up. She
could see perfectly fine in her room through the soft sunlight streaming
through her yellow curtains. She tensed, gabbing her phone and looking at the
“Oh no,” she said, one hand already
starting to shake Amethyst awake. “Oh, we overslept. Come on, Amethyst.”
Amethyst groaned and opened her
eyes for a second before shutting them again. She swatted ineffectively at
Peridot. “Lemme sleep.”
“No, Amethyst, we’re late. Come
on!” Peridot got out of bed, running to her closet to find something to wear. The
bed creaked as Amethyst sat up. Peridot turned, already panicking. She pulled
out a shirt and some pants, rushing to the bathroom.
Amethyst chuckled as she watched.
But then she was gone, the
bedroom door shut and the bathroom slammed quickly after. Amethyst shrugged to
herself, getting out of bed and padding through the house. She knocked on the
door to the bathroom. “It’s unlocked,” came Peridot’s muffled voice. When
Amethyst opened the door, Peridot had a comb in one hand and a toothbrush in
the other. Her shirt was only half on and her pajama pants were around her
Amethyst laughed, nearly doubling
over. “Peri, listen,” she said between chuckles as she attempted to recover. “There
isn’t school today. No one has classes.”
Peridot stopped everything,
staring at her. “But it’s Tuesday.”
“And there’s a foot of snow on
the ground. The college is closed for the day, okay. We have a snow day.”
Peridot sighed, turning back and
lazily brushing her teeth. It didn’t take long for her to finish and turn to
Amethyst. “Then what should we do today?”
“We could go back to bed. “Amethyst
stifled a yawn behind her hand. “I’m still exhausted.”
Peridot nodded. “Okay, sounds
good.” She quickly finished in the bathroom, replacing her pajama top, and
allowed Amethyst to take her hand and lead her back to the bedroom.
*Me re-watching Twin Peaks season one* “OK, this is a great TV show, but there’s always the moment when you realize: ‘I don’t give a crap about the Packard Sawmill. Or the shit that is going on with Bobby and James, both of whom are about as interesting as refrigerator mold.’”
I just want to get on with Dale, Laura Palmer, BOB, Leland, Audrey and learn whatever the fuck is going here.
You know, if people are going to keep talking about the “trans cult” unironically against all reason and decency then we may as well make the most of it. We don’t even have sinister robes and chanting. Who’s up for some sinister robes and chanting?
Common sense would
suggest that when the King of Hell was cross, it was best to stay out
of his way. However, while Crowley raged at the Winchesters in the
library of the bunker, you merely sat, hiding your face behind a
book, stealing glances and trying to stifle your laughter.
It wasn’t that his
actions were particularly funny, it was more the fact of how
ridiculous it was that you were so desperately aroused by his anger.
Even you knew that it was far from the realm of what one might
As you peaked over the
edge of your book again, trying to peer around Sam’s broad frame, you
caught sight of the flash of red in Crowley’s eyes that made your
knees positively weak. Unable to stop yourself, you inhaled sharply,
ducking behind your book as your face grew red.
Neither Sam or Dean
appeared to have heard you, but Crowley suddenly stopped speaking and
you found yourself wishing you smoke out of yourself the way a demon
could. Unable to control yourself, your insatiable sense of curiosity
made you peek over the top of your book and towards the three men
standing at the front of the room. All of them were now turned to
look at you, Sam and Dean looking confused with their furrowed brows
and questioning expressions. Crowley, on the other hand, seemed
smugly intrigued by your quiet interruption as a smile quirked the
side of his mouth.
“Something you want to
share with the class?” Crowley asked, gesturing towards Sam and
Dean with an arrogant look of knowing.
You merely shook your
head, trying to mask the guilty expression that you were sure was
blanketing your features as you pushed away from the table.
“I’m getting tired. I
think I’m just going to take a shower and go to bed” you hurriedly
mumbled, tripping over your words and your feet as you tried to exit
the room with whatever dignity you had left.
Walking by them you
ducked your head, unwilling to make eye contact as your face flushed
so hot that your eyes watered.
“Lovely to see you, as
always” Crowley purred as you passed, causing you to grit your
teeth as you all but jogged out of the library, hearing him chuckle