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lavandarlizard2Okay; that's the extent of my new year's celebrating. What fun is it if you can't drink, and can't take blackmail photos of your friends when *they're* faced?
Made it all the way to SD and back without getting killed or even frightened. In the rain. On the I-15, the 163, the 52 and the I-5 and finally the dreaded 78. I feel like I should get a damn plaque or something...
And I wasn't going to buy any anime-related useless stupid stuff, but we all know what happens when you make that vow. I am now the happy possessor of a 1/100 model of Gundam Deathscythe Hell, complete with adorable little Duo figure. ^_^ I wonder if I remember how to paint and glue these things... It's only been... well, probably more years than most of you are old.... Maybe I'll just leave be for now, and hope the other box is still there when I go back again. One to screw up on, one to stare at... ^_^ Works for me.
BFB - 084d - Strange Days II
Just so you know, it was not even remotely fun. And I did my best to sweep it all under the carpet in my head and then nail that sucker down.
We won’t talk about the… position I found myself in, or the instruments the doctor wielded or how many times she had to remind me to relax or to breathe.
We won’t talk about my damned uncontrollable tears, or about Heero’s guilty ones or about the teasing memory flashes.
We will, however, commend Dr French on her patience and her remarkably soothing bedside manner. And when she was done, with all of her samples and vials accounted for, she left us alone, telling me to take my time and that everything would be all right.
I would have laughed derisively, if I could have remembered how.
With Heero holding me, and the bad stuff finally over, I began to genuinely relax.
“I’m sorry,” I said after a few minutes. I couldn’t stop thinking of the worry he had endured.
“Don’t,” he growled. “Just forget it. It’s over.”
Since that is what I really, *really* wanted to do, I shut up and just let him shelter me. I ignored the nasty little troublemaker in my head and burrowed against my Wyvern, my cheek pressed against that warm spot on his chest. And when he stroked my hair and called me ‘baby’, I didn’t even sigh.
It would be… so easy to let him protect me. So simple to just be the vacuous little flutterby that half the world already assumed I was. So sensible to let my strong, powerful lover keep me safe and insulated from the big bad world…
Sometimes, my stubbornness is just appalling. Right up there with my stupidity.
I was ready to leave in ten minutes. I wanted my own room, a shower to wash the filth off, a long soak in the bath and my own damn bed. And a couple of cookies, a glass of milk and a story would be nice too. I said as much to Heero, trying to smooth away the frown lines on his beautiful face. It took a few seconds for him to shift over to the mental track I was on – transcontinental denial, nonstop all the way – but he managed and gave me a lovely, if worn, smile.
“Duo, my angel,” he breathed and kissed the angle of my neck and shoulder as he settled the cloak about me.
“If you plan to say ‘I’m sorry’ again, I’ll have to smack you,” I warned lightly. “I’d rather you just take me home and show me how much you missed me.”
~ Are you sure about that? ~ challenged that nasty little voice in my head. I flinched; I’d thought I’d killed it, but it hooted derisively and proceeded to trot out its collection of uglies.
I turned sharply in Heero’s arms. “Home!” I barked. “Now!”
Heero smirked at my command and scooped me up in his arms. “You just amaze me,” he murmured in my ear. “I love you.”
I should have replied to that. I should have said what he longed to hear, but I didn’t. I don’t know why… Fear, maybe, or the still-smarting humiliation I couldn’t seem to shake. Maybe his intensity, which was still fluttering in the air between us.
In any case, I just pressed my face against his fire spot with a deep sigh and he carried me out of the room.
Q waited in the hallway. The cops were nowhere to be found, which was just fine with me. The blond Wizard smiled at us and took my hand and an instant later, we were home.
...tbc...
Made it all the way to SD and back without getting killed or even frightened. In the rain. On the I-15, the 163, the 52 and the I-5 and finally the dreaded 78. I feel like I should get a damn plaque or something...
And I wasn't going to buy any anime-related useless stupid stuff, but we all know what happens when you make that vow. I am now the happy possessor of a 1/100 model of Gundam Deathscythe Hell, complete with adorable little Duo figure. ^_^ I wonder if I remember how to paint and glue these things... It's only been... well, probably more years than most of you are old.... Maybe I'll just leave be for now, and hope the other box is still there when I go back again. One to screw up on, one to stare at... ^_^ Works for me.
BFB - 084d - Strange Days II
Just so you know, it was not even remotely fun. And I did my best to sweep it all under the carpet in my head and then nail that sucker down.
We won’t talk about the… position I found myself in, or the instruments the doctor wielded or how many times she had to remind me to relax or to breathe.
We won’t talk about my damned uncontrollable tears, or about Heero’s guilty ones or about the teasing memory flashes.
We will, however, commend Dr French on her patience and her remarkably soothing bedside manner. And when she was done, with all of her samples and vials accounted for, she left us alone, telling me to take my time and that everything would be all right.
I would have laughed derisively, if I could have remembered how.
With Heero holding me, and the bad stuff finally over, I began to genuinely relax.
“I’m sorry,” I said after a few minutes. I couldn’t stop thinking of the worry he had endured.
“Don’t,” he growled. “Just forget it. It’s over.”
Since that is what I really, *really* wanted to do, I shut up and just let him shelter me. I ignored the nasty little troublemaker in my head and burrowed against my Wyvern, my cheek pressed against that warm spot on his chest. And when he stroked my hair and called me ‘baby’, I didn’t even sigh.
It would be… so easy to let him protect me. So simple to just be the vacuous little flutterby that half the world already assumed I was. So sensible to let my strong, powerful lover keep me safe and insulated from the big bad world…
Sometimes, my stubbornness is just appalling. Right up there with my stupidity.
I was ready to leave in ten minutes. I wanted my own room, a shower to wash the filth off, a long soak in the bath and my own damn bed. And a couple of cookies, a glass of milk and a story would be nice too. I said as much to Heero, trying to smooth away the frown lines on his beautiful face. It took a few seconds for him to shift over to the mental track I was on – transcontinental denial, nonstop all the way – but he managed and gave me a lovely, if worn, smile.
“Duo, my angel,” he breathed and kissed the angle of my neck and shoulder as he settled the cloak about me.
“If you plan to say ‘I’m sorry’ again, I’ll have to smack you,” I warned lightly. “I’d rather you just take me home and show me how much you missed me.”
~ Are you sure about that? ~ challenged that nasty little voice in my head. I flinched; I’d thought I’d killed it, but it hooted derisively and proceeded to trot out its collection of uglies.
I turned sharply in Heero’s arms. “Home!” I barked. “Now!”
Heero smirked at my command and scooped me up in his arms. “You just amaze me,” he murmured in my ear. “I love you.”
I should have replied to that. I should have said what he longed to hear, but I didn’t. I don’t know why… Fear, maybe, or the still-smarting humiliation I couldn’t seem to shake. Maybe his intensity, which was still fluttering in the air between us.
In any case, I just pressed my face against his fire spot with a deep sigh and he carried me out of the room.
Q waited in the hallway. The cops were nowhere to be found, which was just fine with me. The blond Wizard smiled at us and took my hand and an instant later, we were home.
...tbc...
