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The Hug-it-out Snuggle Meme

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Emily Kostich | BRICK

[cantkeepme]

[Emily's ALWAYS IN NEED OF A HUG, but she'll pretty much never make the first move here. So.]

oops. the virus on my comp is killing me

[modernnoir]

[Bren is never one to give hugs. Ever. Except when Em is involved. It goes against his cred, but she's got his heart on strings and the way she's looking is eating him alive. He softly brushes a hair from her face. The rejection is coming, he knows, but his hand lingers there.] The silence speaks volumes, Emily.

AHH KILL THE VIRUS DEAD. /reaches fooorr--

[cantkeepme]

Don't mean for it to. [It's hard to hide behind her hair when he's gone and moved it, and Emily should be backing off, because she made to cut ties however long ago and she needs to be on her own. But his hand is warm when she reaches to move it away, and instead of letting go she just holds it in both, thumbs brushing over his knuckles.]

/grabby hands

[modernnoir]

You read like a book. [And she's his favorite story. He takes a step forward as his other hand cups her face, drawing her close.]

[cantkeepme]

[And she'll follow along, like she always does, despite the voice in the back of her mind trying to convince her that she shouldn't do this. Not to herself, or Brendan. Shouldn't, but easily could.] Only 'cause you won't look away. [Always looking out for her, even when she begged him not to.] What're we doing, Bren? This isn't- ['smart', but then neither was she, these days.]

[modernnoir]

Someone has to keep an eye out for you. [He pulls her to him. God, she's lost weight. Was it at bad? He hates that he's done this to her. That he pushed her into this. Fuck Jer and fuck the whole world right now. His jaw clenches as he leans into her, his head on hers.] I'm here right now, that's the point.

[cantkeepme]

[At first she's still, like she's not sure this is real. His jacket smells the same though, and she still fits under his chin like before, and it's more than she can take. Em's not sure if she should cry or shove him away, so instead she'll drop his hand in favor of wrapping her arms around his neck and holding on tight, face buried in his neck.] It wasn't supposed to be his hard. None of this is falling the way it should.

[modernnoir]

Let me do this then. [He breaths quietly into her hair.]

[cantkeepme]

[Her fingers are finding their way into his curls and she shouldn't, she shouldn't, but she'll let him. Because she does need it - that reminder that even though she's managed to mess up a hundred times, there's somebody that still cares so much about her. Even if she can't handle it sometimes, it was a selfish comfort.] M'sorry, Brendan.

[modernnoir]

You don't need to say a word. [He whispers into her hair, his arms holding her to him tightly. He must dreaming, his chest already tight. He's not one to be emotional, but Em was the one person to make the world right. It was SSK much easier to hate everything.]

[cantkeepme]

[Em was a creature of habit, there was no denying that, and letting herself be held like this, by Brendan Frye, was apparently a harder habit to break than she thought. And it felt more dangerous than anything else she let herself fall into lately. But there she was, being held onto too tightly, like she was some kinda rock, a way to feel grounded, and it was a little surreal.] I'm not gonna run, not now. [Her tone is quieter now, due to some small peace of mind or maybe something else.]

[modernnoir]

Please, don't. [Maybe he needs her as much as she needs him. She's a reason - a reason to fight and live his life and exist. Otherwise it's just dealing with meaningless mediocrity and hopheads.]

[cantkeepme]

[She wants to pull back and look at him properly, but not yet. Even though she's starting to forget that things have changed, and she should probably put an end to this before he's completely fogged up her judgment just by... being Brendan.] You're so thick, you know that? We both are. [Because now she's got one hand caught in his hair while the other traces over his jaw, cups his cheek, and she hasn't even lifted her face from his shoulder but she remembers him.]

[modernnoir]

Maybe. [His voice is level, even if he knows he'd give hiss life a thousand times over for this one moment. She's the only thing that mattered. His arms go protectively around her shoulders, trying to stop the inevitable moment where she denies him the only thing he wants.]

[cantkeepme]

Maybe? [She sounds amused, like she always did when he kept things vague with her and she had to fish for more. Brendan wasn't open the way she was, but that worked for them-- And oh, what was she thinking? There was no 'them' anymore, not really. She tips her head and leans back, as much as he'll allow anyway, and she has to shut her eyes because he's still too close.] You should drop whatever you feel for me, you know that. You know that. And the same goes for me.

[modernnoir]

[What could he say to that?] I can-- [Help. But that wild cause the same old cyclical argument and he couldn't deal right now.] Just don't split right now. Not when I've got you.