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Oh, don't mind the blonde -- she's timid, but, unfortunately, watch-less. So, she'll tap the brunette's shoulder (not knowing that the face was familiar) and ask politely, "Excuse me, but do you happen to have the time?"
Been tryin' hard not to get into trouble
But I, I've gotta war on my mind
I just ride
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Letha was just in the library, searching for new books to read. Ever since she'd been all but banished from her home, she'd taken up reading, in fact, she'd just finished Animal Farm, and it eerily reminded her of her hometown...
She walked down one of the long hallways surrounded by bookshelves, nose in the printed paper, and -- oops! In all her obliviousness, she hadn't noticed the person coming down the opposite way, and ended up bumping into them, and dropping her book.
"Uh-oh! Oh god, I'm so sorry, I--I didn't see you there!" Letha apologized, bright blue eyes looking up sincerely at the stranger as she bent down to retrieve the fallen book.
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⊰✙∬ ”Perhaps because you don’t know where you’re going.. or if you’re going at all. You may get stuck somewhere in between.” Like her.
“Yeah, I guess...do you believe in all that stuff? Like heaven, and hell, and purgatory, and all that?" She asked curiously, tilting her head slightly. Letha had always been religious -- hell, an angel impregnated her.
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☾—- He had never been capable of being angry with Letha. Not then, not now. Even as she stood before him, after he had presumed her dead, after she had hidden from the rest of the world and let people believe she was dead. No, Roman couldn’t bring himself to be angry.
He only felt relief as Letha explained. His eyes searched hers, hands trembling at his sides. Slowly, Roman reached a hand out and brushed his shaking digits over one of her flushed cheeks.
She was alive.
Roman dropped down on his knees, head falling against her shirt. Long arms hooked around the blonde’s lithe waist, body gently trembling. “I haven’t seen him. I’m just-.” For once, Roman was at a loss for words. “I missed you so fucking much.”
As he collapsed to the floor, she held him close to her for a second, before going down with him, and wrapping her arms tight around him. Her fingers wound themselves in his hair as she held him close, sniffing loudly and trying to ward off more tears. His words made her whimper quietly, and she held him all the tighter.
"I m--missed you, too, and I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry that I--I didn't, that I c--couldn't come home, but I'm here now, and I'm...I'm gonna stay, I promise," she breathed out into his ear, rubbing her hands soothingly on his back.
It was selfish of her, but she didn't want to let him go. She just wanted to hold him there and not talk about where she'd been and why and what had happened in her absence...she just wanted to be happy, happy that she was reacquainted with her beloved cousin.
"What's happened around here? A--anything big I've missed?" Letha asked quietly, biting the edge of her lip.
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He stilled at the sound of her voice and even with the expanse of knowledge Peter had of the unknown, he had no fucking clue how she could be standing there, talking to him, clear as fucking day. And her voice, same as just a year ago.. And god, her smell, so heavenly and pure still fresh to his memories. And she spoke. She was here now.. She was here now..
His gypsy instincts told him to sprint, run off with his tail between his legs.. But his yearning brought him following her inside. He had yet to say something that wasn’t a sputtered out disbelief, but he just took a moment to look around and see how little had changed.. How little she’d changed, appearance, at least.. and how much he’d changed.
Peter looked down at her for just a moment before pulling her close to him, burying his face in locks of blonde hair and taking in the scent that he’d so long associated with home. And god it felt so real that Peter almost had forgotten that she was supposed to have been dead, and for a moment, none of it mattered.
“Goddammit, Letha,” he whispered, his voice hoarse.
As soon as he pulled her close, she let out a breath of relief and held onto him tight. She was so scared that he was going to be angry at her, that he was going to yell at her, when all she wanted was to wrap her arms around him and say sorry over and over and over again. And that's basically what she did: her lips right as his ear as she apologized, and apologized, and kept on apologizing.
She was sorry for a lot of things, for too many things. For not being strong enough to deliver a baby, for having to hide how Doctor Pryce brought her back, for running away and not coming back for a year...but all her worries were washed away when she was welcomed into his arms, and she pressed her lips to his cheek again and again and again, and she'd never be able to describe how much she had missed him.
"Come inside, b--but don't let go, don't ever let go," she murmured, eyes filled with tears of pure happiness. Sniffing loudly, she walked backwards, not for a second letting him go, into the kitchen, before nuzzling her face into his neck. Her tears began to escape her eyes, streaming down her cheeks and onto his shirt: she would've been embarrassed, but it'd been so damn long, that she didn't care.
"Wh--what do you want to know? D--did anything major happen here? Fill me in, please, I'll tell you anything I..just..." Letha trailed off, short of breath from her tears.
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Head tilted to the side the spirit will lean back in her seat to get a better view. Lips pursed as she stares at the other an odd expression crossing over her features. “Do you really want me to answer that?”
She's taken aback and slightly offended by the rude way the words come out of the other's lips; she was just joking around, after all. "Well, it depends...are you gonna be a prick about it?" Letha asked, the impolite words sounding strange on the tip of her tongue.
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"Hmmm. Nah. You need a pair of blue plastic ones. The color will bring out your eyes more. Better would be the ones dark on the outside but bright on the inside. Wow, sorry. Got a bit detailed there."
"Don't be sorry! I'm guessing you're an artist of some sorts, then? Or you have an amazing eye for detail. Either way, thanks for the input," she joked, smiling so that two dimples creased into both of her cheeks. Being polite, she held out her hand, and introduced, "I'm Letha, by the way."
I want to appear Ｓ Ｔ Ｒ Ｏ Ｎ Ｇ —- Even if I’m вяσкєη inside
Sea Wolf - Changing Seasons
okay im heading off to my other blog
but i'll try to be back tomorrow
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Things in Hemlock Grove would never be the same. Not since Letha, not since Christina, not since Shelly.. No, Peter wandered aimlessly down the streets he’d once known well and it seemed that the town had all but died. He’d been gone for some time, long enough that his hair had grown back, in the least.
And everyone stared, everyone whispered, because they all knew the gypsy boy. The one who’d left, the one they thought to be a killer, but Peter shrugged it all off. So many things to see in the town, yet no courage to bring him to them. He couldn’t go see Roman after the way he’d left.. No, he wasn’t ready for that. He should visit where Letha rested, but he wasn’t sure he was ready for that, either..
Until he saw movement in the front window of her house. A flash of blonde, likely her mother, and Peter knew he owed a visit.. See how she was doing or whatever. But when the door opened, Peter could feel his gut torn from his stomach as the wrong blonde appeared. He could feel his body tremble as he took a step backwards.
“No.. No this isn’t…”
Her blue eyes widened to the size of dinner plates when she saw him. Peter. And all she wanted to do was wrap her arms around him, apologize, and comfort him. But he was looking at her like he didn't believe her, like she wasn't standing right in front of him, and she felt a tiny piece of her heart chip away. Her bottom lip began to tremble as she tried to find the right words to say, but her throat was impossibly dry, which contrasted her rapidly watering eyes.
"P--Peter," she finally made out his name after a long while, though the sound was a whisper. "I'm so...I'm so sorry Peter, please let me explain what happened. I'm h--here, I'm real, I promise, I--I....lots of things happened to me, a--and I had to leave for a little while, but I'm here now, with you, a--and..." Letha had no idea how to end her sentence, and what?
She doubted it was possible for him to go back to the way things were. Hell, if it were her in that situation, she'd never agree. But she at least wanted to talk, wanted to explain what Doctor Pryce had done, and why she'd been gone for so long. Sniffling loudly, she rubbed her eyes, and offered sheepishly, "Do you...do you want to come in? P--please, let me explain, Peter. Please."
yes please.
