Tara, we have to know... What do you (and Cal) think about Jaal?
Short answer: *heart eyes*
Longer answer: *HEART EYES*
COME ON. A COMMUNICATION FROM YOUR FRIEND JAAL?? DEAREST??
HOW AM I (OR CAL) SUPPOSED TO RESIST THAT? (Especially because ‘Dearest’ is one of my absolute favorite terms of endearment and, not gonna lie, basically kryptonite.)
My personal tastes aside, I think Cal is quite an emotional person, but for lots of reasons has been lacking an emotional outlet. I think her father was pretty distant—definitely not the kind of emotional that got her. Her mother, while loving, was too involved in her work (and in Alec, and, frankly: twins are twice the effort!) to give Calliope as much attention as she might have wanted. She learned to downplay her emotions, her wants, and her needs. Meeting someone like Jaal, who is so openly emotional, is something of a revelation.
If that ends up being the way she goes, romance-wise, I think emotions are the crux.
(Also HOW is she supposed to resist a line like “Knowing you better would be a gift. Sincerely.” Jeeesus.)
Includes this MOST VITAL improvement (no sarcasm; I’m dead serious):
Improved the appearance of eyes for human and asari characters
Dare we hope everyone will not look optometrist-dilated????
(The thing is, I didn’t mind the pupils on the asari; it added a little alienness. But Ryder’s eyes make me wildly uncomfortable.)
In other, non-related news, Voeld has become my Hinterlands. I no longer remember warmth. In my nightmares I see more points of interest opening up on the map. Always more points of interest. So many points of interest. “I can look into that for you,” says SAM. “No,” I plead. “Please. Let me leave. Please let me leave. I’m so cold, SAM. I’m so cold. I don’t remember what the Nexus looks like. I have memories waiting for me in SAM node.” More points of interest open. I have looked into the ninth circle of hell. There is no escape.
“I’m so so so sorry, Archie. I can’t do this anymore.” she glanced up at him. His eyes pleaded for her to stay but he stayed silent, not daring to miss a single second of her as she was.
“Y-You can’t split the twins up. They belong together.” Archie protested as he noticed his girlfriend take a step further away from him. “Amelia needs you. I need you. Hell, I probably wouldn’t be able to cope without you.”
(Y/N) shook her head, ignoring the internal conflict playing through her mind, cradling her daughter for one last time, before she said goodbye to Archie.
“I love you, Archie Andrews. Never forget that. You’re a good father, we’re both so young but you somehow managed us. You take care and take care of Amelia too. Make sure you remind her, her mum loves her.” (Y/N)’s accent was strong and filled with sadness. She didn’t want to leave but she knew it would be the best for her daughters. Her brother stood at the door, watching his sister try her hardest not to break down as she planted a final kiss on Amelia’s head. Aria in his arms, fidgeting around to catch a glimpse of her father, almost as if she knew of the events that were occurring.
“Let me say goodbye to Aria, please (Y/N), its all I ask.”
With a swift nod of her head, she watched as Archie strode over to her brother, tears filling her eyes again.
“Jug, please let me hold her.” Archie pleaded “It might be the last time.”
“Arch, she’ll be back before you know it.”
But he was wrong. She never came back and he never got to hold Aria again.
“Dad, why are you forcing me to do this?” Amelia groaned “You know I hate going to camp.”
“Because Melia, you barely leave the house. Camp is a chance to make friends.” Archie crouched down to be eye level with his daughter.
“I have friends, I have Jess and Charlie.” Amelia protested, causing her father to chuckle at her.
“Why couldn’t mum come with you to drop me off again?” Aria raised her eyebrow at her uncle.
“Because Aria, your mother needs to have this dress made for your auntie Josie’s launch party and shipped off to Riverdale in three days time.”
“You know, you and mum always talk about Riverdale and promise to take me,” Aria spoke as she watched her uncle unpack the car boot. “You both always say, you’ll take me when the time is right, but it seems like the time is never right.”
“Ari, your mum and I grew up in Riverdale and you were born there, but somethings happened and she still has a hard time coping with it.”
“Is it because my dad still lives there?”
“Come on, lets get you to one of the camp counsellors.” Jughead said, glancing down at his niece, not knowing whether (Y/N) would be okay with Aria knowing about her father in detail.
“She talked about him once, you know Uncle Juggy.” Aria noticed her uncle’s change in behaviour. “She told me that she believed he was the one that got away. You know, I think deep down she’ll always love my dad, but whatever he did to cause her to leave her home town must’ve been really bad.”
“Why are you exactly like your mother?” Jughead groaned “You could’ve at least taken after me, the better sibling.”
Aria let out a giggle at her uncle, she loved her uncle to great lengths. She grew up with his presence around. It was her, her mum and her Uncle Jughead. Ever since she could remember. Occasionally, her auntie Josie and auntie Betty would come over from Riverdale and talk about how he was coping. Her two aunties and her uncle were always careful about saying her father’s name around her. She knew she got her vibrant red hair from him. On her fifth birthday, her mother gave her half of a ripped picture of her father. Ever since then, it was her most valued object. On her mother’s birthday that same year, her auntie Veronica gave her mother a locket. Inside was a picture of her father and herself as a baby. Veronica uttered the words ‘so they’ll be right by your heart.’ to her as she put the necklace on (Y/N).
“See you in six weeks Amelia.” Archie smiled at his daughter. “You too, Charlie. Look after her.” He winked at Cheryl Blossom’s son.
“Don’t miss me too much, Ari.” Jughead teased her, nudging her slightly. “Remember to write to me and your mother. Your mother might have a meltdown if you don’t.”
“This is the longest I’ll be away from the both of you, uncle Jughead. I’ll most likely be the one to have a meltdown.”
“Welcome back, Melia!” Counsellor Carlie grinned at the young red head “You too, Charlie. Are you two ever apart?”
Amelia rolled her eyes at Carlie, making Carlie chuckle slightly.
“Hi, I’m Aria.” the girl greeted the people sharing a cabin with her.
“Don’t play with me, Amelia. That accent you have on? It’s terrible!” the unknown girl said, taking Aria by surprise.
“Sorry, do I know you?”
“Honestly, Melia, you can stop now.”
“Stop what?” Aria paused for a second before smirking “Wait, who’s Amelia?”
“Give it up Tara, maybe she isn’t playing.” the dark haired girl muttered. “Maybe that isn’t Amelia but some girl who freakily looks identical to her.”
“Okay, if she doesn’t know the answer to this question then I’ll believe her.” Tara grinned, a hint of mischief flashing through her eyes.
“Who’s the cutest boy in Riverdale?”
Aria eye’s opened in shock. “Wait, you guys are from Riverdale?”
“She’s definitely not Amelia. Her hair is long. Plus I was with Amelia, like, two seconds ago.” a voice piped up from the cabin doors. “I’m Jessica, it’s nice to meet you,”
“Oh, I’m Aria, good to meet you, Jessica. So, who’s Amelia?”
Me and the old lady Tara playing with the ball. 15 years old but when she sees the ball, she is just still the same inside as when she was 5 months old. Even when growing old, in my heart they stay forever young.
The warm breeze blew your hair across your face gently and you brushed it out of the way. The Teller-Morrow lot was crowded with people as everyone waited to send off the club. They had received the signal they had been waiting for and were about to head out to deal with the situation. You felt sick with nerves and you dug your fingernails into your palms anxiously. You had known being a part of SAMCRO was dangerous, especially for Jax, but you hadn’t really realised the way it made you feel til now. He had always kept you seperate from club business. Most of the time he just turned up at your house in the middle of the night. Hell, you’d only just met the Club and this was the very first time you’d been to the clubhouse. And suddenly the severity of the situation dawned on you; Jax might not come back. You’d cleaned blood off his clothes many times, and you’d seen the scars on his body, but the risks that came with this life had always been a distant thought for you. But now, as you stood in the lot surrounded by the friends and family of SAMCRO those distant thoughts became a reality. Opie stood next to you and he nudged you gently, noticing the change in your stance. “You alright?” He asked quietly. You covered your eyes from the sun and looked up at him. “Make sure he comes home?” Your voice was quiet and he could hear the fear and the worry. He wrapped an arm over your shoulder and squeezed you tightly. You both knew he couldn’t make that promise. Jax walked out of the clubhouse with Abel in his arms and your eyes followed him as he moved across the lot. All you wanted to do was run to him and wrap your arms around him, kiss his lips and tell him you loved him. But you knew you couldn’t and so you watched as his wife walked to meet him and jealousy flowed through your veins. You couldn’t help but notice his cold eyes as he looked at his wife and passed her their son. That didn’t stop her, though, and she quickly crashed her lips against his. Opie squeezed you tighter and you smiled up at him before turning to watch Jax again. His mother was next and she hugged him tightly before he moved on. Tara scowled as Jax walked towards you and you fought the urge to run to him. He exchanged a nod with Opie as he neared before his eyes met yours. He stopped a couple of feet in front of you and his eyes never left your face. “This will all be over soon babe, I promise.” He said solemnly. You smiled warmly at him, your eyes sparkling with love. “Just come home, Jax.” You said and he nodded. Opie squeezed you gently before moving forward and slapping Jax lightly on the chest before heading to his bike. “I love you.” You said, more confident now that you were alone. Jax smiled at you and nodded. “I love you too, (y/n).”
It had been just over two hours since you had watched Jax pull out of the lot, the trail of bikes following behind him. ‘Worried sick’ had never had more meaning, and you had spent the first hour curled up on the bed, your mind going into overdrive with all the possibilities and outcomes of the situation. But you had quickly come to realise that there was nothing you could do, and sitting around worrying about Jax wasn’t going to help anyone. After checking with Gemma that she didn’t need any help you had dug out the pile of homework from your bag that needed grading. It was a task you always seemed to put off til the last minute and you knew it would be a good distraction. You had gotten through a decent stack of maths papers, now filled with dozens red marks from your pen, when a knock on the door caught your attention. You frowned slightly before dropping the paper in your hand to the bed and getting to your feet. It took only a few strides to cross the room and you swung the door open widely. Almost instantly your face fell as you looked at Tara, smug smile on her face and her arms crossed over her chest. You cleared your throat awkwardly before speaking. “Tara, hey, whats up?” She looked you up and down before stepping past you and entering Opies dorm, where you were staying. You watched her closely as she moved around the room, her eyes searching for something. “So, (y/n), tell me how you know Opie.” Tara said, her back still facing you as she scanned the papers on the bed. You shrugged, even though she wasn’t watching you. “His kids go to my school, I’m a teacher.” You said casually, unsure of where this was heading. Tara turned to you, a coy smile on her face and her brown eyes watched you closely. “What is a teacher doing hanging around with a criminal?” She asked you. You could sense the bitter tone in her voice and immediately your guard was up. Everything Jax had told you about Tara played through your mind, and although he never spoke badly of her you knew that she hurt him more than either of them realised. “I dunno,” You shrugged. “Whats a doctor doing, married to a criminal?” She raised her eyebrows at your words and the corners of her mouth turned up into a wicked smirk. “Thats just it, isn’t it (y/n), we’re married.” She stepped closer to you and you looked at her coldly. “I’m his wife. And you..” She looked you up and down again. “Your just a distraction.” You raised an eyebrow and smirked. So she knew. Or maybe she just thought she did. Either way, you were tired of this bitch. She spoke before you could and she stepped closer again, almost closing the gap between you. “He doesn’t need you drooling after him. Your no one, (y/n). Stay away from my husband.” You laughed bitterly before glaring at her. “Oh honey, he cant stay away from me even if he tried.” You said before shrugging and moving closer. “But I’ll keep that in mind, when he’s fucking me tonight.” Her eyes burnt with anger and her fists clenched but before she could swing her fist a small voice called out. “Mommy?” She turned to see Abel standing in the doorway, watching you both with a scared expression. She glared at you coldly. “Stay away from Jax.” She warned before pushing past you and taking the boy into the hallway. Your eyes burnt as you diced the onion, the strong sting making your eyes water. But you pushed through it, slicing the onion rapidly. “What did that onion ever do to you?” You turned, still wielding the knife in your hand and saw Gemma leaning against the wall with a smirk across her face. “Something wrong, sweetheart?”She asked you. You smiled and shook your head. Her eyes burnt into you, studying your face closely. “You know, theres someone else here tonight that doesn’t seem too happy.” You turned back to the board and continued to hack at the onion, ignoring Gemmas comment. She walked further into the kitchen and leant against the bench next to you. “You have anything to do with that?” She asked you. You shrugged. “Its okay, (y/n), i never liked the bitch anyway.” She whispered. You looked at her, disbelief on your face, before you both broke into wide grins and you laughed lightly. She turned to face the bench and grabbed a knife and a chopping board, and reached for another onion. And so the both of you stood, smirks on your faces, eyes burning, and cutting onions.
It was almost midnight and there was still no sign of the boys coming home tongiht. Your gut was twisted with worry and you had almost chewed off your lip. You had barely eaten your dinner, despite all the time you and Gemma had spent making it, swapping recipes and tips in the kitchen, while Tara glared from the clubroom. And after sitting with the family, the friends, the crow eaters, you had finally managed to escape to your room. You had taken a hot shower, attempting to let the hot water wash away your fears. But now you were tucked into bed, wearing only an old SAMCRO shirt and still, the worry was pitted in your stomach. Your eyes stared at the ceiling. The room was dimly lit from the lamp on the nightstand and your hair was splayed out around your head. The faint music could be heard, playing loud at the bar but you were glad you had some sort of peaceful place amongst this chaos. At some point you must have fallen to sleep, and it was when the door opened that you sat up suddenly, your eyes wide. Jax stood in the doorway, his white shirt stained with blood and his kutte held tightly in one hand. He met your eye and you both froze for a moment, staring at each other before you threw the covers back and leapt out of bed. Jax closed the door and locked it before moving towards you and you practically ran across the room. His hands wrapped around your waist and he lifted your body off the ground. Your legs wrapped around his waist and you ran your hands through his hair before his lips crashed down on yours. His kiss was desperate, hungry, and his lips moved in harmony with yours. A soft moan left your lips and he pushed you against the wall. Your hands roamed to the hem of his shirt and you tugged it up, parting his lips to lift it over his head. The blood on the shirt caught your eye and you paused, looking at the shirt and back at Jax, your eyes suddenly wide with worry. “Its not mine, babe.” Jax told you, knowing what you were thinking and you kissed his lips once more before tossing the shirt to the floor. “I was so worried, Jax.” You whispered against his ear. His lips trailed down your neck, sucking at your skin hungrily. His teeth grazed against you and you moaned and pushed your hips against him, desperate for more friction. Jax growled and moved you away from the wall. He carried you across the room and laid you down on the bed. You blushed as he stood at the edge of the bed, his eyes taking in every inch of you. The shirt you were wearing had moved up your body slightly and you smirked and sat up. You lifted the shirt over your head and tossed it across the room, enjoying the way his eyes studied your bare chest hungrily. “I love you.” He said quietly. You smiled at him and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, right in front of him. You turned your head to look up at him and you reached out to unbuckle his belt and you tugged his pants and his boxers down his legs, letting them drop to the floor. His member stood proudly and you licked your lips as you wrapped your hand around the base. “I love you too, Jackson.” You whispered. Your tongue flicked out and you ran it along his length, from the base to the tip. He groaned softly at your touch and you smirked before taking him in your mouth. You moved your hand with your lips as you pumped him, your tongue running along the underside of his length. He leant over you, watching your lips move around him and you glanced up, meeting his gaze as you sucked him off, taking more of him into your mouth. His hand reached into your hair and he pulled it into a makeshift ponytail with his hands as he watched you. You bobbed your head up and down his length, and the further you took him into your mouth the more he began to unwind. “Fuck, babe.” Jax moaned as you sucked around him. His tip brushed against the back of your throats and your eyes watered as you took him. His hand gripped your hair tighter as the sensations shook through him and you sucked harder in response. Your eyes met his as you moved your lips, your cheeks hallowing as you pulled away. All you could hear was his soft moans and his heavy breathing and you began to move faster, desperate to taste him. “Oh god, (y/n),” he moaned and you would have smirked if your mouth wasn’t so full. You wrapped your hand around his base and squeezed gently, moving your hand with your lips as you pumped your mouth up and down his length. You could tell he was close and his hands gripped your hair tightly, and his eyes were locked on your face. You met his eye and when he brushed the back of your throats once more he moaned as he released inside your mouth. You sat still as his body shuddered and your mouth filled before you moved your lips away slowly. Jax watched you and you met his eye as you swallowed, licking your lips and his fingers were still in your hair. “God I love you.” Jax said and you beamed up at him before leaning back on the bed. His eyes ran over your bare body, moving hungrily across your skin. Jax spread your legs and licked his lips as he looked at your bare core. “Your so beautiful. Do you know that?” You didn’t answer him and he didn’t wait for one, he knelt on the floor in front of you and smirked as he met your eye. His fingers moved to spread your lower lips and you moaned softly at the touch. You were already wet from anticipation and you shuddered as he blew gently against your clit. You reached down and grabbed his wrist and tried to pull him up, you needed him, now, but Jax didn’t budge. “So impatient, babe.” He smirked and he ran a finger through the wetness of your folds, making you gasp. “You wanna cum, baby girl?” You moaned in response and Jax reached to lift your wrist to your core. “Make yourself cum, babe.” He whispered. You bit your lip as you glanced down at him. Of course you’d gotten yourself off before, but never with someone watching you so intensely. But you loved Jax, and god you were so turned on. You moved your hand to your folds and spread them, dipping a finger in to your wetness and spreading it to your clit. Jax licked his lips as he watched you work, rubbing your clit gently in circles. It didn’t take long to being yourself to the edge and you moaned softly as your fingers moved against yourself. “Not yet.” Jax ordered and you whimpered softly. Slowly, you felt his fingers on you and he slid one inside of you while you rubbed yourself and you moaned at his touch. He slid it in and out of you expertly and eventually added a second finger, thrusting them in and out of you. “Does that feel good?” You moaned in response and he smirked, his fingers fucking you rapidly. Your fingers began to slow as you neared orgasm and you arched your back. Jax moved your hand away and leant down. His lips wrapped around you and his tongue flicked around your clit softly. You moaned and he moved faster, his tongue running circles and his fingers thrusting. You couldn’t hold on much longer and you moaned out loudly as you reached orgasm. Your body trembled as it ripped through you and his tongue lapped at your juices. Jax stood, licking his lips and he was hard once more. Your eyes found his and you both smirked at each other as he knelt on the bed between your legs. He hovered over you and you grabbed his face gently and pulled his lips to yours. You parted lips and his eyes locked with yours and you felt his length rub against you, running through your folds. You bit your lip as he stared into your eyes and he pushed himself inside of you, making you gasp. Jax groaned softly as he entered you and he slid out slowly before pushing back in slowly. “I love you.” You moaned and Jax kissed you hungrily as his thrusts deepened. “I love you too, (y/n).” He whispered. Your legs wrapped around him, pulling him in deeper. His thrusts became faster and you moaned, dragging your nails down his back tattoo as he pounded inside of you. “Fuck!” You moaned as he entered you, the sound of his skin slapping against you filling the room. His lips sucked at your neck, leaving a trail of bruises down to your breasts as he pounded into you mercilessly. “Jax! Fuck!” You moaned. It didn’t take long for you both to reach orgasm and you you both released at the same time. Jax rode out your orgasms as your body shook around him, waves of pleasure rolling through you. Both of you were gasping for breath, sweat coating your skin and he rolled off you, both of you staring at the ceiling. “Not bad, Teller.” You sighed and Jax laughed loudly. He rolled onto his side and kissed you deeply before leaning back, his fingers stroking the side of your face. “It’s over now babe, lockdowns lifted.” You nodded, smiling gently. “You okay, Jax?” You asked. He smiled at you and nodded. “Never better.” He said and pecked your lips. A knock on the door made both your heads turn and you looked at each other, puzzled. Jax stood and pulled on his boxers before tossing you your shirt from across the room. You pulled it over your head quickly as he crossed the room and opened the door. Tara practically had smoke coming out of her ears and the moment she laid eyes on Jax she raised her hand and slapped him across the cheek. You stood, the shirt falling down over you and walked across the room, anger shooting through you. “Fuck you, Jackson!” Tara seethed, her finger prodding him in his chest. His face was cold, his soft lips curled up into a snarl as he glared at his wife. “Go home, Tara. It’s over.” Tara scoffed and pushed past him and turned towards you. “He doesn’t love you, whore.” She snarled at you. You laughed and crossed your arms over your chest. “If you’d come ten minutes earlier you woulda heard him telling me he loves me while I was sucking his dick.” Tara fumed and marched towards you, raising her hand. You dodged her fist and swung your own, your knuckles cracking against her jaw. She gasped and clutched her cheek and Jax watched with raised eyebrows as you stepped closer to her. “He’s mine now, bitch.” You snarled. Tara stared at you before turning to Jax. “I’m taking the boys with me.” She muttered and began to push past him. Jax grabbed her arm as held her back before snarling his words to her. “The boys stay with me.” Tara looked between you and Jax before marching out of the room and down the hallway. Silence fell between you as you and Jax looked at each other. Slowly, he stepped closer to you, his arms reaching out and holding your sides gently. “It’s all over, (y/n). It’s just you and me now.” You smiled up at him and draped your arms over his bare shoulders. “You and me.” You repeated and pressed your lips to his.
I Feel Fantastic is a creepy YouTube video originally uploaded in 2009. The video features an android named Tara singing “I feel fantastic, hey hey hey” over and over while music plays. Tara is put in various different poses and outfits, and the camera zooms in on a yard. There are theories that Tara’s creator is a serial killer, and dressed the robot in his victims clothing. The yard shot in the video is also believed to be where the killer buried his victims. The origin of the video and its intention are not known.
Michonne was sitting in her drama class with her acting partner, Rick. Their teacher, Mrs. Peletier, had assigned them all little scenes to act out.
These little scenes were all interesting. She had one single bright light on the makeshift stage and the rest of the room was dark. She would peak over at Rick, who was slouched in his chair. He had on all black. He was interested in all the scenes.
It was really heavy stuff for high school students, but Mrs. Peletier felt they could experience the real world. There was one scene where their classmate, Tyrese, had to forgive someone who killed his son. His acting partner, Philip was portraying the drunk driver. They did a real good job.
Tara and Rosita played two women who fought in the gulf war and came back with PTSD. They individually spoke about how their lives changed with their families. Again, they did a good job.
Then there was Abraham and Eugene who played two guys coming to terms with what was their usefulness in life. Mrs. Peletier didn’t mind cursing, as long as it wasn’t toward an individual. So Abraham would throw in colorful improvisations. At one point he told Eugene’s character he’d have a better chance at picking up a clean end of a turd. Michonne bust out laughing, as did the rest of the class.
“Now, my Marc and Cleopatra.” Mrs. Peletier said clapping for their arrival to the makeshift stage. Rick stood up in his black hoodie and jeans. Michonne followed suit in her all black t shirt and leggings, and they headed to the center of the room. Everyone’s eyes were all over them. Michonne felt her knees grow a little wobbly and Rick smiled at her. She wasn’t used to standing in front of large crowds.
“You ready?” He whispered in her ear. She nodded quickly and closed her eyes regaining her composure.
“Okay, I’m ready.” She took a deep breath and kept calming herself down until she became Cleopatra. It’s like she actually went back to that place. Back to the roman empire. She felt like she was a queen, so she became royalty. She started the scene.
“Don’t go. I demand that you stay,” she said in a desperate and commanding voice. She turned and faced the audience. Her eyes looking off into the distance, past the students in the class. Her character did not want Marc to go to war, she was trying to convince him to stay.
Rick, in character, walked up behind her touching her shoulders gingerly. Needing her to understand that he would be with her no matter what. “I have to go. I’m at war with Octavian. It is my duty to go lead my men.” He turned her around abruptly causing her to gasp a bit. So far their performance was going great.
“I love you, dammit. Can’t you see that Cleopatra? Can’t you see that in my eyes? In the way that I stare at you? The way that I care about you and how I make sure you’re taken care of?” He held her shoulders tight and looked into her eyes. “Don’t you see it, Cleopatra?” He gazed at her intently. His sky blue eyes had a questioning look in them.
Michonne was stumped for a minute because he went completely off script. Like, he was way in left field and the ball was in the right. She was supposed to be the one begging and pleading. Not him. Even Mrs. Peletier put her glasses on to read the script thinking maybe she had forgotten what she wrote. So, Michonne improvised as well.
“I love you, too. From the moment I met you til each second that passes by. I’ve always known it deep down. That’s why I can’t let you go away. I can’t lose you.” Michonne walked away letting the character control her. “If you leave me I won’t have anything. Sure, I’ll have everything I want at my disposal and a kingdom to rule under my every whim.” She swiped her hand across the audience. “But without you there by my side ruling with me, it won’t mean a thing. I need you.”
She walked closer to him, extending an arm out so her hand could touch his face. It was smooth. She smiled. “If I lose you, none of this means anything.” She looked at him longingly. She tried to get back on track, but he veered off course again.
“I wouldn’t leave you if this didn’t mean so much to me. If fighting for what’s mine wasn’t so important, I would stay, but this war is bigger than us. Bigger than just you and me. If I could, I’d stay here with you and feed you grapes. Taste the finest wine with you, but all I can do is give you this.” He grabbed Michonne and hungrily kissed her lips and she was on fire. He plunged his fingers through her soft locs, and cupped the back of her neck with his fingers, the other hand planted at the small of her back. She could do anything but fall against him and hold on.
At first it was fast paced, he devoured her lips taking her by surprise. Whatever he was doing, he was setting her ablaze. Michonne never kissed a boy before. Not that she didn’t get approached or asked out. A lot of guys have asked her out. But she was so occupied with school, she didn’t see how a boyfriend would fit into her hectic schedule.
Something was fitting now. Rick pulled her even closer to him and she heard a whimper. Was that her? He slowed the speed of his kisses down and gently kissed both the top and bottom of her lips over and over again, until he parted from her and gave her the deepest stare. She didn’t know what she looked like, but she knew she was pulling lust and want for him off right now. Her lips were tingling. Other places on her were, as well.
“Wait for me, my love. I’m only going to be in the distance.” He held her hands and kissed each one. He was slightly taller than her so he bent a little to meet her gaze. “Look for me there, in the distance. Okay?”
He let her go and left her standing there. Mesmerized. Confused again. Other feelings she couldn’t explain, but once he left she felt an ache, a bit of heartache and it read all over her face. She felt crushed a bit because her world came crashing down around her. Her mind and heart were trying to level her to their playing field and she didn’t know which one to follow.
He came back onto the stage and grabbed her hand and shook her out of whatever state she was in. He leaned over and told her to bow to signify the scene ended. She took her bow, but did it end?
The class gave them a standing ovation. Everyone started talking about it. The girls were crying. Crying. They were moved to tears. Mrs. Peletier even appeared to wipe her eyes a bit.
She walked over to them clapping her hands. “Brava! Brava! If you’re going to improvise, you better just go full Nelson with it. That was better than what I wrote. Where did y'all draw that from? That was riveting?” Mrs. Peletier was smiling ear to ear.
Michonne hadn’t heard a thing she said. She looked at Rick, who for the first time all year really looked at her.
You know, I was going to go back to Cal in Andromeda after finishing Horizon Zero Dawn (I’m at 82% completion!!), but I actually think it’s going to be time for Grace Shepard playthrough #12333324657563445234535865
i wanted to show you guys all the house cats wandering around my skyrim game because apparently i downloaded a mod to make that a thing but all my screenshots got messed up so you’ll just have to take my word for it