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Her sleeves were too long so she pushed them back up to her elbows. They really did get in the way, but the cold rain was too much to go with just the tank top she had underneath. Her fingers curved around the bow as she stalked carefully through the trees around her. Some birds chirped overhead, and she briefly turned to look.
She didn't really know why though. She didn't know shit about birds.
He ventured out into the desert on his own.
It wasn't necessarily a good decision, but it was the right decision and that's all that could possibly manner. Someday he'd be far, far away from the town he grew to hate and the people he grew to love. It was a chance to test his limits and ascend into the glory he knew he had coming.
He just had to defeat the desert first, that's all.
She's high above the rafters.
I'd pull her down, but it's not worth the effort. I'm a cynic, but I suppose I'm not that much of an asshole. It's the first good news she's had in weeks and I shouldn't ruin it for her. It's going to hurt when she inevitably falls, but for now she's happy.
He was joyful in her arms.
It was a rare feeling. Often just a thought of her pale skin in the harsh lighting of the bathroom, or her curls sticking to her face in the shower, or the way her nose crinkles when she's thinking gave him the same warmth.
"Your indecision is killing me."
"Oh, fuck off."
Lilly always took too long. Peter could've given her a thousand options and her only answer would be 'oh, whatever you wanna do'. It drove him up the wall. How was he supposed to know what she wanted to do? Could he read minds?
"Fine, let's-"
"No, I don't want to."
"...Okay. Whatever."
He flipped over the last card and growled. He'd just lost the last bit of money to his name. He hated the casinos on Jupiter- the house always won, and the rules of the games made little sense.
Still grumbling, he stepped outside to take a drag on a cigarette. It would be a while before he made it home.
He makes her blush. Sometimes he'll pull out her chair, offer to take her jacket off. Once he even carried her across a puddle so her (worn out and ruined) shoes wouldn't get wet. It was cliche and horrible but she loved it. Sometimes she found herself missing him simply for that fluttery feeling she had in her chest when he was feeling nice, but for the most part she was glad to be done with it.
The ship is in distress, but I'm in no hurry. I watch the waves crashing around and see the men jumping ship. It makes me laugh. My fingers dig into my palms inside the relative safety of my pockets. This will be the last time. I will never see the sun again.
Was it worthwhile? It was a question she asked herself every day. It generally wasn't. She hated her life.
Was it worthwhile to throw her life away for the whims of...him. Sacrificing herself for his needs. Catering to his every whim. Wanting him when he didn't want her.
Fuck no it wasn't.
She couldn't help it though. He was a siren and she was a sailor. There was no stopping it.
It starts just behind her upper teeth. That feeling that maybe, just maybe, things are about to go completely and utterly wrong. She's been wrong in the past, though- but something tells her this time she is right on the money. He comes toward her smiling, and she forces herself to smile back. It feels like her teeth are going to fall out. He reaches out to touch her and it burns. She has to fight herself to not pull back from him.
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