remember your lovers who gave you more than love.
[ooc: I am sorry for spamming the comm, guys. >< But this might be the last weekend or week in general where I'll get to tag heavily, with school/work on the way. So I...decided to be crazy and make a multi-pup post. Tag in as many times as you'd like, with as many characters as you'd like! It's open like burning. ♥]
Anne Hamilton is wandering the ( Read more... )
Anne Hamilton is wandering the ( Read more... )
Or there should be. It's not a stranger that he gets to stumble upon, observe from the outside. It's Anne.
He drops the cigarette at the sight of her walking down the center of the road, looking like-- There aren't really words for it, but it tears up his chest like something's clawing inside of him. It hurts.
The cigarette drops, and he runs to her, grabbing hold of her and pulling her out of harm's way. "Anne?"
Cold hands slide down her arms, and he looks her in the eyes because he can. He can do that with her, and there's nothing more freeing than that. "What's wrong?"
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She'll definitely be able to relate, but every loss is different.
Neither of them are a replacement for the other. That doesn't mean there's no longer room for new people in their lives.
Eating sushi is an art, David. Anne is determined to teach you. She places her hand over his, moving his index finger back in line. It'll help with keeping a firm grip on the roll.
Anne glowers at him, mouth twitching in betrayal to her amusement. She chooses not to reply until she's finished with the sushi roll in her mouth. "It's not sushi speak. It's...Anne speak. It's a very unique language. It takes years and years of practice to master."
The sad, sad thing is, that's pretty much true.
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He ducks his head again when she glowers at him. There's a smile pulling across his face, and he nods. "Years and years of practice, huh? I'll keep that in mind." His fingers slide through his hair, and he tilts his head to the side, looks at her again as he does it. "So what should I do when I don't understand? Ask you for a translation?"
David successfully eats that roll with her help. It feels like a triumph.
"Okay, lets see if I can remember how you... moved me," he murmurs, reaching for another.
Oh, he definitely remembers.
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"It's best if I give you a list of English-to-Anne translations as we go along." Teh sadder thing is, the narration can't tell if she's serious or now.
She is capable of making lame lists, it's been proven.
Anne grins triumphantly, clinking her chopstick with his once he manages on his own. "There we go! See? I told you it was easy."
Clearing her throat, she bows her head for a moment. She picks up another sushi roll. "So. Are you liking your classes so far? I mean, aside from Ms. Kwon being kind of scary." And by scary, Anne means she is terrified of the woman.
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He is hoping that she is being serious.
Nothing would amuse him more than Anne actually writing another list in her journal with a translation of her own personal language this time. He would actually have to get that laminated to keep with him.
Laminated to prevent destruction by water or fire. Knowing Chicago, it's a necessary precaution to take.
David smiles back at her grin but he looks down soon after. He isn't sure that his sushi grabbing is worth that much of a grin, but...
Yes, that was another but.... The narration has no idea why they keep happening with him in his tags to her ( ... )
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IT IS EXCITING TO HER AND SHE WILL GRIN IF SHE WANTS TO.
The narration has no idea why it keeps happening either, but is amused. It's okay, David! Anne would make anyone go 'all the dots' on her.
Anne bristles, cheeks slightly pink again. "Not that scary. I mean. Poor choice of words there. It wasn't so much fear. It was more of...slight anxiety. And stuff."
This is a lie. She was terrified. Archangel who will fuck your shit up is equivalent to Anne quaking in her boots. That's a lie, too. Anne doesn't wear boots.
She wears ballet flats.
She wrinkles her nose, making a face. She's quick to grab one of the last sushi rolls. "As long as we don't have to dissect a frog. Poor frogs. So what's your strong suit? I'm guessing English but I don't wanna assume stuff."
If David's fond of the Bard, he'll probably fair better in Ms. Kwon's class than Anne.
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OKAY. WELL...GOOD. Insert lineface here.
"Yes, slight anxiety," Anne says with a nod. This was the girl who referred to her running away from the proverbial dragon as a trot. No wonder Ms. Kwon might not take to her instantly ( ... )
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"I don't think she could actually kill you over not liking Shakespeare. ...could she?" This is Chicago that they're talking about. It is Looney for that matter, but she is an angel. Angels can't kill innocent ( ... )
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The glaring is a sort of art form. It's intimidating, okay?
Never mind the fact Anne can easily be intimidated.
"I only heard it 'cause some of the girls were talking about it in the locker room. I've never gone to a prom before so I have no idea how valid this rumor is," she says, tapping her chin with the end of her chopstick.
It's said matter-of-factly. There is no way Anne would even want to go to a dance. Some may be okay with wallflowering it up all over the place but she'd rather stay home and do something she'd like instead of just...standing there. Awkwardly.
"You should feel ashamed," she says to him, trying very hard to keep a straight face. "Luckily, I don't think they'll hold it against you ( ... )
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It is very intimidating... and anxiety inducing. He would agree with her about that, and it's not like he would enjoy being glared at but he likes Shakespeare! There's no worry there!
"I've never been to a prom before either. I went to a homecoming once with some of my friends back at my old school," he offers and then he shrugs a little. "It was... okay. I just haven't had anyone to go with here."
They mostly stay in a corner laughing about unrelated things. Occasionally, they'd dance. David would not dance. He would laugh at his friends dancing, sometimes be pulled into dancing with them.
"Frogs have feelings and they're forgiving too. Got it," David says, and he's not even trying to keep a straight face. There's too much amusement in his voice. It's giving him away.
Hey! Three digits is a lot of numbers to him!
"Wow," David says, having no idea if it's the right answer or not but assuming that it is. "Very impressive ( ... )
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Anne purses her lips together, wondering how anyone can stay mad at him when he smiles. Not that she's mad to begin with. She likes when he jokes with her ( ... )
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They can have normal days which have a certain magic to them that isn't supernatural at all.
It's real, and it's theirs. They can and will have good days too.
"Yeah, I don't think she ever lived it down," David says with a small smile. "They might have forgotten about it now after a year has passed, but I don't know. I didn't forget."
And David isn't like some teenagers who can be cruel.
"That's what I mean," he confirms and smiles a little more at her, despite the fact that her smile is so tentative. "You can pretend you're in love with Shakespeare for a year, right?"
Her comment works well enough to bring the lightness back but he feels the heaviness too. He feels it and ignores it because they have time. She has time. He has to believe it.
"Oh, right. Late. It's... It is. I mean, you don't have to go, but..." THERE IT IS AGAIN. DO YOU SEE IT?David takes the items into the kitchen, placing the container in the trash ( ... )
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