St. Jimmy
Human
Saint of Denial[M0n:20]
comedy & tragedy
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Post by St. Jimmy on Jan 16, 2012 16:42:12 GMT -5
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[style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]oh, therapy, can you please fill the void?[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]am i retarded or am i just overjoyed?
nobody's perfect and i stand accused [/style] | | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]407 WORDS[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]He ran.
He ran so far away.
Just ran. He ran so far away.
He couldn't get away.
After escaping the conflict with Finn, he sought shelter in the local Inn in Kakariko Village. Provided he had a woman in his arms, he got a bit of stares upon entering the building. It wasn't until after telling the inn keeper his plight, an understanding was formed. He paid up front for a room for May to rest in. There, she will be safe and sound, sleeping peacefully forgetting about what happened back at the lake.
As the inn keeper directed him to his room, he stared at the sleeping doll for a moment. Lost in his thoughts, he couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealously over this whisper of a girl. Never before did he see Finny get so worked up over someone. Then again he's never showed as much as the slightest care for another sentient creature. How did such a frail thing like her get so close to him? It just wasn't fair.
Upon arriving to the room, the inn keep allowed Jimmy to settle his bearings, and closing the door behind him. He nestled Maytag gently on the bed, staring at her peaceful face, probably thinking about Rider. He couldn't hate her for caring about him, but somehow it ate away at his mind. How much emotion she pulled with just the spill of her tears right in front of the man Jimmy admired. He stroked her face tenderly moving some of her wild hair out of her pale face. "I don't know why," he smiled, "but I'm so jealous of you."
He knew she wouldn't hear him. That was the purpose. A silent confession he couldn't keep to himself, but nobody needed to know. Jimmy didn't wish any ill-will towards Maytag. It was just a feeling after all. He'll get over it. Super heroes don't let anything bring them down!
Content with her safety within the confinements of the room he departed. He returned back outside with his hands in his pockets casually turning to face his pursuer. There was no way in hell Finn was going to leave him alone right after what Jimmy did back at Lake Hylia. He was out for blood - his blood - for stealing Maytag to begin with. There was no running away this time.
He was ready to meet the monster at his door.[/style] |
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Finn Rider
Minish
don't panic[M0n:-21]
all of us are done for
Posts: 22
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Post by Finn Rider on Jan 16, 2012 17:09:55 GMT -5
Humanity had beckoned, and the monster would follow.
He had picked himself up, dusted himself up, and followed Kenyon. It took him long enough, though; he was wallowing, drowning in his own self-hatred.
He had threatened May. Attacked Kenyon. Finn didn't care much for the insane human, but that didn't stop the guilt eating away at his heart; even if he was a dumbass, Kenyon was innocent. Finn attacked first, and the idiot had only retaliated in self-defense.
And Maytag... He remembered the desire, the bloodlust, the want. Hell, he still felt it. It was there, but he fought it down. Mentally, he was exhausted. Physically, practically beaten to a pulp. His eye was blacked out, his knuckles bruised and bloody, more than one dislocated; after Kenyon and May had disappeared, Finn beat the crap out of one of the trees flanking the lake. The tree was fine. His hands, not so much.
It was no less than he deserved. He was a monster. A selfish, disgusting monster, and that was why he was here. Because he was selfish, and he wanted May safe at his side.
Even if at his side was the most dangerous place she could be.
Finn was still dirty, beat up. His cover was gone, as he had abandoned it at the lake. His battered hands were shoved in his pockets; his shoulders were slumped, his head hanging. He had abandoned the top part of his uniform as well; only the skintight black shirt remained. He looked a mess, and he knew it.
He didn't care.
Approaching the inn, he saw Kenyon. His blood boiled, but he fought back his rage. He couldn't afford to flip his shit again.
He took a deep breath, ran a hand through his hair, wincing slightly as the motion jostled his fractured fingers.
"She's okay?" he asked, not quite meeting Kenyon's gaze. He said she was alright in his letter, but Finn didn't see her there. Maybe she was still unconscious or something.
He hoped that was all it was.
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St. Jimmy
Human
Saint of Denial[M0n:20]
comedy & tragedy
Posts: 14
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Post by St. Jimmy on Jan 16, 2012 17:45:48 GMT -5
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[style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]oh, therapy, can you please fill the void?[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]am i retarded or am i just overjoyed?
nobody's perfect and i stand accused [/style] | | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]246 WORDS[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]And so Finn arrived.
He looked like he's seen better days. Holy shit, what the hell did he do to himself? If it wasn't for the messy appearance Jimmy would have been jumping with joy to see him again. Etiquette had to be uphold, despite his own selfish feelings boiling undeneath his skin. As Rider moved right along to asking about the girl's well-being. There was a slight pause in his reaction, he hesitated a response, hit but an urge to point out this unsightly face.
He didn't like the Finn Rider standing right before him. Jimmy couldn't stand how worried he was for the girl's safety. He thought long, and hard on how much he regretted taking the girl with him, but what choice did he have? If he didn't have the girl, Finn wouldn't have come all this way; with broken bones, and a black eye might that be added. "She's fine," he said flatly, "She's sleeping at the Inn."
Raising his head up, he forced back that same old smile once more. However that smile didn't appear as natural as it did back at the lake. There was tension slithered within his cheerful exterior as he made an attempt keep control of himself. "So you said you have an answer, right?" he pulled his hands out of his arms. Crossing them over his chest, he tilted his head staring at Finn condenscendingly, "What is it?"[/style] |
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Finn Rider
Minish
don't panic[M0n:-21]
all of us are done for
Posts: 22
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Post by Finn Rider on Jan 16, 2012 20:27:48 GMT -5
Finn let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in, a smile ghosting over his lips in his relief. She was okay. Sleeping. He only hoped that he hadn't given her nightmares.
He was still nervous, though, edgy. It seemed that Kenyon felt the same way; his damnable smile was there, all right, but it looked forced. Like maybe he felt the tension just as much as Finn did.
What a weird thought. He had something in common with Kenyon, if only temporarily.
"Yeah," he began, but then he scowled, not missing the change in Kenyon's tone. "Don't talk to me like you're all high and fucking mighty, asshole. Just because you can control when the hell you're gonna flip your shit--"
Finn took a deep breath and forced his tightened jaw to relax, consciously pulling each finger out of the tight fist he had balled it into. Hurt like a sonofabitch, but the pain was like a copy of a copy hidden deep in his brain. It was there, but... not. It served as a distraction, anyway.
"... yeah. I care about her, all right." His scowl seemed permanently affixed to his features, and he still refused to meet Kenyon's eyes. "You really think I'd be here if I didn't?"
He pulled his hands out of his pockets, examining them as a way of delaying the... er, conversation. At least three of his knuckles had popped out of place, and he was pretty sure that another two fingers were completely shot; dislocated, fractured, the whole nine yards. He'd have to visit a doctor or healer or something. Until then... he gritted his teeth and tugged on the fingers connected to the misplaced knuckles, swearing under his breath as they slid back into place. He repeated the process with the knuckle on the other hand, then flexed both hands repeatedly; his fingers were still fucked up, but at least he could move them a bit better.
Finn was silent for a minute, and then he finally dragged up the nerve to look Kenyon in the eye. "Tell her I said bye, all right. I'll go back with you if I have to, but..." He laughed a harsh laugh, humorless. "Might not be a good idea. I'm sure the powers that be don't want a goddamn monster in their ranks."
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St. Jimmy
Human
Saint of Denial[M0n:20]
comedy & tragedy
Posts: 14
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Post by St. Jimmy on Jan 16, 2012 21:40:47 GMT -5
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[style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]oh, therapy, can you please fill the void?[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]am i retarded or am i just overjoyed?
nobody's perfect and i stand accused [/style] | | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]464 WORDS[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]A tick sized crease making it's way onto Jimmy's mouth. His stickied on smile was losing it's elasticity as he watched Finn drew a deep sigh of relief. It took most of his will power not to clench his hands into balls of fists. More, and more he was regretting this, but he knew this was the only way he would get Rider to look at him. He was there with the Saint of Denial, wasn't he? That was suppose to be enough! Yet he couldn't deny it any longer - the gap between them had just furthered itself between the two.
He let out a chuckle. Once more Finn put on his scary face bitching at Jimmy's superiority behavior. He could get over it. "Touchy touchy," he mused. Jimmy was perplexed as to how much self-control the bear minish managed to scrounge up in a matter of the hours that passed. It only served as fuel to the fire ravaging inside, deepening the pit in his stomach, and the tension enhanced a smidgen.
"Thought so." He unfolded his arms from his chest. Why was he putting himself through all of this shit? It was suppose to be a simple in, and out mission like any other from his prior experience. Right. It was Rider.
St. Jimmy stood there, and watched as Finn began a painstaking process of relocating his broken limbs. The sickening sound of bones being arranged was enough to make him flinch. He wasn't even faint-hearted either. His teeth grounded against each other listening to the process, and agonizingly imagining how the bear was feeling at the moment doing that to himself.
Unfortunately, when he finished, Rider's words finally snapped the last of Jimmy's sense of control. His smile quickly faded, fists were formed in each hand, and that happy look on his face was completely nonexistent. His blue eyes turned icy, and cold. "Dammit Rider," he hissed, "A formal letter requesting retirement would have been suffice. No, you're too damn selfish to even realize there were simpler ways to walk away than to turn your back completely." Jimmy stormed over to Finn closing what gap there was between them this time. "At this point, I honestly could care less about mission order. It's you, I want."
It was always Finn. Jimmy was always the one looking in his direction, but the green soldier was always looking in another direction. Even now he was STILL looking off in another direction! The masked crusader snatched the very fabric of Finn's shirt, and forced him forward. "Look me in the eye, dip shit!" With his free hand, he forced Rider by his chin to look his way for the first time. Jimmy recklessly pushed his head forward, and crashed his lips against the hybrid's.[/style] |
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Maytag
Gerudo
aphotic desert flower[M0n:20]
Posts: 22
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Post by Maytag on Jan 16, 2012 22:20:57 GMT -5
What... happened? Her voice echoed within the vast space of nothingness. Darkness draped her vision unable to tell if she was back in reality or unconscious in the middle of nowhere. In an instant, a flashback took her back to the past, recollecting the last bits of memories she had before she blacked out completely. That's right. Finn was fighting that soldier... Jimmy, she confirmed. So what happened afterwards? Where was she was a better question. Soon enough everything around her began to white out until...
Maytag began to stir from her sleep. At first her vision was blurred upon opening her eyelids up. Leaning up in a sitting position, she rubbed them softly, awaiting a couple seconds before her vision cleared up. The first thing she saw was the unfamiliar room she was in. Then the bed she was laying on, which she slowly slid off of without messing up the comforter. Adjusting her clothes properly, she took baby steps out from the room she was most likely left in.
As she entered the lobby of the Inn, she quickly picked up shouting coming from outside. She knew that voice too. It was the boy who kidnapped her from Lake Hylia! She knew it. May made haste towards the doors of the building, and shoved her willowy frame through the threshold. What she saw first hand upon leaving the building, and going outside threw her in a loop.
Talk about walking in at a bad time~ She stood there dumbstruck, staring with her bright eyes stuck on the sight of Jimmy... kissing Finn. A guy kissing another guy. She wasn't dreaming this, was she? This was real? By the fires of Din, herself...
"F-F-Finn?" she stuttered. She leaned her weak frame against the support beam of the Inn. It took all of her strength not to pass out from this surprise surprise.
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Finn Rider
Minish
don't panic[M0n:-21]
all of us are done for
Posts: 22
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Post by Finn Rider on Jan 17, 2012 23:41:24 GMT -5
Finn hated a lot of things, like fire. Corpses. Superior assholes. Charismatic douchebags who seemed to derive a sadistic pleasure from taking a simple, pleasant day and turning it on its head just because they could. Oh, what do you know. Superior, charismatic assholes like Kenyon.
Before, the kid had just annoyed the crap out of Finn. In the few hours that had passed, though, that annoyance had blossomed into a minor hatred. Why, he couldn't really say; maybe because he had kidnapped Maytag. Maybe because Kenyon was human, and Finn had been forced to realize that he was not -- not racially, he couldn't care less about that. Maybe because he had slammed the truth right into Finn's face. Maybe because the truth hadn't been pretty.
Maybe because he made Finn realize that the ex-soldier was a monster.
Finn hated monsters.
Deep breath. Calm down. May was in the area, and even if she was sleeping, he didn't want to disturb her more than he already had. She didn't need someone like him in her life. Even Kenyon would take care of her better than he could. And still, like the selfish bastard he was, he wanted her by his side.
Finn was so caught up in the meanderings of his thoughts that he didn't notice the smile slip from Kenyon's lips; he didn't notice the clenching fists or the ice-cold look,
not until he spoke, so angry. So... not Kenyon.
The hybrid felt a snarl rising up in his throat at the accusatory words, his anger -- and yes, even that little bit of pride that he still had left -- clamoring to defend him, to justify his actions.
But he was stopped by a small twinge of shock as that last bit clicked in his slow-moving mind.
It's you I want.
His surprise only grew, immobilizing him as Kenyon grabbed the front of his shirt, manhandled his face, making their eyes meet. Who the hell grabbed faces like that!? Oh, right, the same crazy sons of bitches that punched people in the head and made them realize things that they would had been severely better off not knowing and oh fucking goddesses I'm being kissed by another man.
This was a dream. This absolutely had to be a fucking nightmare. Only in a nightmare would Finn actually feel the slightest hint of pleasure buried beneath the anger. But that pain he felt in his fingers -- not in his chest, not at all in his chest -- as he roughly shoved the human away, that was so stunningly, agonizingly real.
Only in a nightmare would Finn, if only for just a second, have kind of kissed back.
But then May's voice, and May was his reality. She kept him sane before, he knew, and held back the insanity even when he flipped. She was his reality, and his reality had awful fucking timing.
He was like a deer in headlights, wide crimson eyes looking from May to a spot just above Kenyon's right ear and back to May, an angry, violent flush creeping its way up his neck. His mind was at war, trying to decide whether to grab May and run or beat the shit out of Kenyon, or maybe kiss the soldier agai-- no, not that last one. Well, maybe just to make sure that that feeling was just a fluke, because that was completely all it was. It was good to be sure, that was all. He didn't really want to. Not at all.
Don't look at Kenyon. Pretend that didn't just happen. You do not want to do that again, Rider. At all.
"May, I, uh," he began, stammering awkwardly as he tried to think of a reasonable way to explain away what she had just seen.
But then, did it really matter? He had already damaged her psyche so much, it would be better to just leave.
"I'm glad you're okay," he finally mumbled, awkwardly shuffling his feet as he backed away. "I... I'm gonna go now, then."
He suddenly pointed in Kenyon's direction, focusing on a dangling tree branch hanging a few feet behind his head. "And you, leave her the fuck alone. And leave me the fuck alone." Because I don't want you. "I'll settle the shit with the military guys, so your job's done." Forget what he said about wanting you. He was just fucking with you. He didn't mean it. No one would want a monster like you, not even him.
Finn had stopped moving. Why was he not moving. He had to fucking move already, get away from this thrice-damned awkward situation.
But his legs wouldn't move, and his arms wanted May, his arms and his side and his heart.
And his mouth absolutely did not want Kenyon. Not his mouth or his skin or his battered, screaming hands.
Not at all.
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St. Jimmy
Human
Saint of Denial[M0n:20]
comedy & tragedy
Posts: 14
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Post by St. Jimmy on Jan 18, 2012 0:42:25 GMT -5
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[style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]oh, therapy, can you please fill the void?[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]am i retarded or am i just overjoyed?
nobody's perfect and i stand accused [/style] | | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]373 WORDS[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]Jimmy knew he was hated. Gods, he could just feel the waves of unpleasant signals shot at him by the bear minish. Fucking bloody hell, he could taste the bitterness, the resentment Finn held for the Saint of Denial. He didn't give a damn about the super hero - he didn't give two bit, rat's ass about Jimmy Kenyon of the search and rescue division. He was elated by facing the only enemy he knew would take him down: himself. He was his own worst enemy.
He didn't care. None of it mattered so long as he had his attention. Rider could hate him with every fiber of his being and yet it wouldn't change anything over how Jimmy felt about him. So long as it kept the male by his side, he could be content with harboring all of the displeasure held for the world. Finn may not see the worth he held in life, but Jimmy saw it perfectly clear. He couldn't have been happier if he didn't meet the man.
The sad part of it...
The sad fucking part of it was even when he laid his heart out on his sleeves Finn just turned his head. Again he wasn't looking Jimmy's way. He never was, and he never will. Maytag was the only person he saw in this picture. The only person who appeared in the picture.
Still, he wanted to believe that there was something behind that. Even if it was just a spec of pleasure he got from their lips meeting in that ever so fleeting moment. If he wasn't seriously messed up before he surely was after Finn shoved him away.
He really was the worst superhero ever.
... but he was still a hero.
He understood that Rider didn't want the love of a savior. His empty blue eyes stared at the figure who refused to give him any type of contact. His fists clenched as if to hold on to that frail thread of dignity left in him. He had no shame. "I meant it Rider!" he confessed. "I want to be with you. Always have... Go ahead, laugh at me, hate me all you want, but it still doesn't change how I feel."
Never had.
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Maytag
Gerudo
aphotic desert flower[M0n:20]
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Post by Maytag on Jan 18, 2012 1:30:56 GMT -5
Without even realizing it Maytag began pouring out tears heavily. She wasn't even consciously aware she was crying as her face flushed bright pink. All she could picture in her head was Finn turning his back away from her walking away into the distance. Until his image was no longer in plane sight, and she was all alone again. She could feel her heart being stabbed over, and over, and over and over again by needles dipped in the coldest ice just thinking about the loss of his presence near her. His friendly hand held out to her disappearing from her blurry vision.
While he wasn't her favorite person in the world, May couldn't hate Jimmy, even after all of the grief he caused. With just one meeting he flipped her world upside down, and the gerudo was helpless to turn it right side up again. Just like her life back in the desert - how she was banished by her incompetence alone. A true disgrace to her desert sisters, and now she was a disgrace as a living creature walking this planet alone. She couldn't save Finn even if it cost her... the very pitiful life she had on her.
That didn't stop her from generally disliking Jimmy, but not solely because of his previous actions alone. It was because he had the nerve to actually speak his mind. He confessed so bravely to Finn. He had no shame, no regrets, and it was enough to send her down on her knees. May didn't like it. She was afraid - no, terrified that she was losing Finn, and she would never see him again.
No. That's not what she wanted. She didn't want any of this to happen! Her heart starting racing in her chest, adrenaline shooting through her veins, giving her strength to get back on her feet.
Maytag never wanted anything for herself for as long as she's lived. She was helpless to stop someone from taking anything away from her. She was awkward around helping them with their problems. As a matter of fact, she couldn't even solve her own problems without someone's help, and proper guidance. And she hated herself for being so needy.
Yet for the first time in her life she was overwhelmed by an urgency. A desire that didn't want to be pushed down anymore, she would take dirt to the face no longer. She wasn't going to stand there, and wait for it all to crumble beneath her feet. Maytag hated herself for lacking the voice to speak out her mind. She was the classic example of being her own worst enemy. She was bitten by a tick of jealously, and her body moved accordingly.
She pushed herself off of the support beam, and walked straight up to Finn. All in a silent motion, she dug into her shirt, and pulled something from around her neck. Her necklace she's kept safe, and well hidden up until now. A treasure she remembered taking with her before she ran away from the desert. It took what bravery that came over her left to keep from running away again as she realized how messed up Finn had gotten.
He scared her, she wouldn't hide it, but what scared her the most was the thought of him leaving her for good. Standing by his side, May silently took his fractured hand into her own. The necklace began to glow a gentle ruby light, and the broken bones in his fingers would begin to patch together again. The black eye he received earlier from his fight with Jimmy diminished until it was completely nonexistent.
Not a word was spoken as she healed his wounds, and his battered frame. Finn would still be covered in dirt, and blood stains, but at least his body would be in better shape. Why didn't she say a word?
... because her words were stolen away by Jimmy not so long ago. This was all she could do to convey what was already spoken. Even after she was done healing, and dressed his wounds, she didn't let go of his hand. Not once. Never ever again.
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Finn Rider
Minish
don't panic[M0n:-21]
all of us are done for
Posts: 22
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Post by Finn Rider on Jan 18, 2012 22:11:04 GMT -5
What do I say? What could he say, really. Kenyon had just declared his undying fucking love for the ex-soldier; well, maybe not in those words, but Finn felt as uncomfortable as if he had used those words. It was a lot to take in over a span of a few hours, especially considering that the hybrid normally had the emotional capacity of a teaspoon, and the depth of thought to match. Now he was practically oozing something half a step behind despair, and the simplicity that he had taken for granted was now slipping further and further away from him. Just going, and going, and going, and gone.
A scowl formed on his lips and he was getting ready to rip Kenyon a new hole; not for any particular reason, really. He just felt violent, so full of rage and hate that he wanted to tear something apart with his bare hands or his bear hands, either worked. But then his reality, and his reality had amazing fucking timing, because he had been feeling angry and confused and kind of empty, like that kiss had sucked something out of him.
And with May's small, soft hands enveloping his own rough, broken one, he suddenly felt calmer. Cleaner. Whole. And not just metaphorically, either; his hand was no longer screaming in agony, and the thick pressure around his eye had vanished.
Maytag had healed him, again.
He was afraid, though, even though she was still holding his hand. He could break her so easily. Physically, emotionally, mentally. And Kenyon... no. He didn't want to think about Kenyon, didn't want to look his way or see that face, that vacancy in his eyes.
Still, this had to be settled. Seated on the throne of the things Finn hated was the ever-dreaded tension, and he just wanted to clear it so he could breathe. Just breathe, and not crush May's hand because he was gripping it so tightly.
"Ke-- uh, Jimmy," he finally said, quietly, his tone a fake, copy of a copy of calm. His gaze shifted from May to the soldier, finally meeting the eyes behind that red mask of his own free will.
It was fucking terrifying.
He forced the tension in his hand to fade.
"Can we just go inside or something, kind of... I dunno, talk this out or whatever." He swallowed, his throat dry. It was too open, too quiet, too calm. "Just... inside, all right? I don't wanna stay out here."
Wide, open spaces made him nervous. Tight spaces made him angry, uncomfortable. Inside, hopefully, would have a nice medium.
He scratched the back of his head with his free hand, the familiar gesture slightly unwinding the giant knot his stomach had tied into.
"May, uh... your room, maybe?"
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St. Jimmy
Human
Saint of Denial[M0n:20]
comedy & tragedy
Posts: 14
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Post by St. Jimmy on Jan 19, 2012 12:41:52 GMT -5
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[style=margin-bottom: -5px; font-weight: bold; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 35px; letter-spacing: -3px;]oh, therapy, can you please fill the void?[/style] [style=border-top: 1px dotted #b3b3b3; font-family: helvetica; letter-spacing: 2px; font-size: 10px; padding-top: 3px;]am i retarded or am i just overjoyed?
nobody's perfect and i stand accused [/style] | | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=margin-top:5px; width: 90px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: center; font-weight: bold; background-color: #2a2a2a; color: #f9f9f9; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 3px;]453 WORDS[/style] | [atrb=vAlign,top][style=width: 305px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: justify; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; padding-left: 5px; border-left: 1px dotted #b3b3b3;]The dry air hanging outside in the dusty rust colored earth made it hard to take a single breath. Like everything had suddenly stopped in the midst of confusion, and misery in this frozen tundra of revelations. Behind the mask of the eccentric soldier, the eyes of an aspired hero saw his heart being returned in silence. Even after confessing - well, he didn't say it clearly, but everyone gets the message, his heart was silently returned back to his hands. Only this time it fell apart into pieces as Finn awkwardly told him that there was no reciprocation to his feelings. I knew, he cringed. I knew all along.
Yet there was no shock absorber to the kind of fall he took. No. Especially not after the look Finn gave him after he confessed to him. A look of frustration seeking release, anger, and fangs bared ready to attack him, and leave him in pieces. Both figuratively, and literally.
I wish he did leave me in pieces, he thought bitterly. Yet the pain here that he felt couldn't be dulled no matter where he turned. Standing still as if lifelessly watching the sands of time slipping away from the moment he said those regretful words. Left in silence only to get the subliminal message: Get lost!
Then the girl - the fucking gerudo girl - finally got out of her panic mode. Jimmy watched her approach Finn, and instantly the bear minish's gaze soften at her arrival. His fists tightened in his grip threatening to draw blood from how hard he squeezed. He spent the next moment watching as the girl healed the wounds inflicted on the hybrid male. It was just not fair. His eyes held a sort of expression that could be described none other than contentment. Needed.
Loved.
He flinched at being addressed by his first name for the first time. The way Rider awkwardly explained that he needed to clear things up between them. It was now Jimmy's turn to break away contact. Ironic, right? He's been desperately trying to get Finn to look his way, and now that he's got his attention, Jimmy couldn't bare the sight of it. Revolted by even thinking what they needed to talk about. He didn't want to do anything anymore. He just wanted to turn his back, and leave. Get the fuck away from the love birds, and wallow in his own grief.
"Ye-Yeah," he stammered. Goddesses, he just wanted to get up, and go. There was nothing to talk about so why was he complied to Finn's request? With his hands in his pockets he turned around, and started moving towards the Inn. Entering the building, he quietly made his way to the room. He was the one who reserved it for the girl to begin with.[/style] |
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Maytag
Gerudo
aphotic desert flower[M0n:20]
Posts: 22
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Post by Maytag on Jan 24, 2012 21:35:34 GMT -5
She wouldn't have it any other way. It was the only way she could justify being in such a threatening position. One that could easily be the death of her. Not that it mattered - her life held no meaning to anybody else except for Finn. If it meant suffering at his hands to find release then so be it. She would rather die at the hands of her loved one than be left an unknown gerudo corpse slain by the hands of another. It was the only purpose she had in this cruel life she's lived. Expecting nothing more than to follow the desires of her own heart.
This so called saint that intended to save both their lives have caused nothing but ruin. By all rights, she should lash out, and yell. Be upset that he would even dare lay any claims on what was already hers. Maytag was powerless even when it came to claiming what was rightfully hers to begin with. Judging from the way he squeezed her hand so tightly - enough that could potentially break her fingers - she got the picture. He wanted her. Such was the selfish soldier... but he was her soldier.
What little pride she had in her told her otherwise to hold onto the hope. Hope that this would be settled with words this time rather than fists, and blades. Maytag prayed that she could keep him all to herself. Yeah right. Like that will ever happen, she contemplated pessimistically. Get a grip, May May. Finn isn't right for you. He'll kill you in an instant, and you know it. So why drag out this masochistic attempt at reasoning? You were better off alone.
No. That's not true. Maytag couldn't regret anything now that she was in far too deep to get out. She couldn't imagine being without him. She lifted her head up to meet Finn's gaze. A pang of longing threatened to pain across her expression. "Sure," she murmured quietly. "Let's... go."
Maytag walked, hang-in-hand, with Finn back to the bedroom she first woke up in.
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