you said free. i thought that meant i wasn't paying. (shh love me))
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you said free. i thought that meant i wasn't paying. (shh love me))
“Oh ———- about that. Well, you’re gonna have to get it this time. Sorry?”
“We’ll have to wash dishes.”
“You mean you’ll have to do dishes.”
"I’m sorry that I got way too into playing house and accidentally kissed you passionately." (kid au is my new favorite thing)
Meme
“I didn’t even want to play house-”
“I’m not playing with you anymore.”
“You’ll be back. I’m counting on it.”
The way I feel about him is like a heartbeat — soft and persistent, underlying everything.
Becky Albertalli, Simon vs. the Homo Sapoens Agenda (via quoted-books)
I love you and despise you
lying is the most fun brendon can have without taking his clothes off
He almost gave up. She was taking too long to answer the door. And he didn’t want to stand here waiting for her. He was better at giving up than he was at waiting. Patience was not a virtue that ran through him. His mama had let him know that. And the only people he never would give up on were his family. Elizabeth could not meet that sort of importance. What was she to him?
That was a question he had asked himself a lot back home. Sitting there with his mama as they eased his daddy into the next steps. Phases that he had to suffer through. The end was always hard. And now he was gone. The fighting had taken it’s toll on him. It was over. But they all saw it behind their closed eyes.
The things they had done in the name of family.
In the name of love.
He had asked himself about Elizabeth. He hadn’t come up with an answer. He had thought of telling his mama about her. The old line of ‘I’ve met someone’ too damned complicated when it came to her. But she had a life planned out for him, a wife she wanted him to have. She had big dreams and she had every right to them. Because she had lost the other half of her. That’s what she said.
The other half. Elizabeth was not his other half. She was something else entirely. Separate from him. And yet she still existed within him. Something misplaced, a sore. Something that festers and eats away. And he wasn’t sure if he could ever be rid of it.
Did he even want to be?
He was taking small steps backwards. But then the door opened. Finally it opened. And he really didn’t even have to think anymore if he didn’t want to. He could just look at her. Looking was easier than thinking. But she was talking. He had always hated talking. Her question had to be answered though. He knew that.
“You left.” But that was funny, wasn’t it? Because he had been the one who had just up and left. Left the state without a word, without so much as a phone call. And here he was telling her he was here because she had walked away. Maybe she was good without him, better off. But nothing about Elizabeth could never be good.
He scoffed. At his own answer. At the situation itself. Why hadn’t he stayed home? He was needed back there. He was good there. New York wasn’t meant for the likes of him. The track was always going too fast and she was here. She was here.
“I didn’t think we were done talking. Let me in.”
There was always something funny in the way he could reverse his guilt on her. And she believed it too. Despite how wrong he was, she still saw him in the light, held him higher up than anyone should be revered. Maybe because he left. Maybe because he didn’t regard her opinion higher than those of his family’s. A small part of her hated his family for it, but he was here now.
Elizabeth sighed when he spoke. The way his voice carried over into her loft, her private space - the one she shared with her husband - made her feel like he belonged. That was true, wasn’t it? Everywhere she went, he was there. Like a permanent mark on the skin that no one could see, left to fester underneath the flesh. She held him close to her heart. If he told her he hated her, she’d love him all the more.
Looking at him now made her remember everything she loved about him. The light was dimmer in the doorway of her loft and it made his eyes look darker than they were. If she got closer, he might turn around and walk away. There was the question of his worth. If she could remember what she loved about him then he was worth the risk. He was worth everything. After he left her to fend for herself, was he still worth it?
Even if the answer evaded her at the moment, she still had him standing before her right now and that’s all she needed. Forget the reasons, throw away the motives. Nobody needs those anyway. All they do is tarnish what once was perfect, mar the immaculate. And Elizabeth believed William was infallible -- even though he left for what she thought had been good.
There was no question about it. He didn’t even have the decency to ask to be let in. It made her feel like he never left at all. Control over her unlike any other. Making her do what she didn’t want to do but convincing herself she wanted it. Not blindly but willingly. Wanting that convincing to work itself into her mind and make her belong to him. Because without him, she was nothing. And she couldn’t refuse him, not after losing him once before.
She moved from the door frame then stepped aside, holding the door open for him. No questions asked. She’d already said her piece. She’d let him know just how she felt. Now was the time to make up for lost time, to make up for one’s own mistakes. William deserved that chance. She wanted nothing more than to give it to him.
“I wish it wasn’t so easy to let you in like this,” she said with a faded smile and a heavy heart. She didn’t look at him either. Giving in too easily would bore him, wouldn’t it?
She walked inside before he got the chance to enter, leaving the door for him to get. The living area of the loft was dark except for the chance lighting from the crescent moon just over the hills. Furniture was sparse and decorations were lacking on the walls. She sat on the couch where it rested by one of the several floor length windows and waited on him, watching where he’d sit since there was another set of chairs across from her.
you said free. i thought that meant i wasn't paying. (shh love me))
“Oh ———- about that. Well, you’re gonna have to get it this time. Sorry?”
“I have my wallet. Just not my money.”
“Now I have to figure this out. Thanks, Elle. Real smooth.”
"Hoe Don’t Do It"
[ … 5. flipping off a police officer ]
“No, Liz— just because he wears a uniform doesn’t mean he gets a free pass to be a dick ! “ And, without another word, she actually went through and did the thing.
“What’s gotten into me?! Didn’t you see him?!” She hissed incredulously, chancing a glance over her shoulder.
“Noooo... “ she cast a glance back too but didn’t see anyone following them -- yet. Unless they were hiding. “What did the jerk do!?”
Cold Burning Scar
He noticed that she crossed her arms over her chest. Like a defensive tactic. Like she was building up walls to block him from her. Did she not want him near her? But her words were agreeing. And she was saying that she’d stay. But to him it sounded like forced compliance. He didn’t want anything forced. He was exhausted by half meant words and broken things that held no real weight. He was worn through with broken things, he didn’t want anything to do with them anymore. Most of his relationships were broken. He couldn’t remember a time when they hadn’t been. His family was full of cracks and Caitlyn had always been something that couldn’t entirely exist inside of him.
He couldn’t let this happen to him and Elizabeth. He wouldn’t allow it. He’d stretch himself until he snapped, he’d rip the both of them apart before this broke. Or he’d spend everything he had on fixing it. He was tired of not being able to fix things. He wanted to believe that it was because he loved her. He wanted to be able to say that. Because love regardless of what happened was the most cherished and purest of all motivations. And if he had done any of these things for love then they couldn’t be half as bad as they felt.
But was he striving because of what he had done to have this? At the end of the day, was it worth it? That was the question he knew was going to plague him. And he was going to make damned sure that the answer was yes. He was going to make sure that he was somehow, even in a cruel and horrifying way, vindicated for what he had done.
He could find his vindication within her. He had decided on that when he had told her to stay. He would find his vindication within her. He’d made sure he looked for it in every breath drawn and every touch felt, he’d make sure that she knew this was her burden to bear for his sake. Because he’d bear the weight of guilt, of fixing the broken patches that he knew would turn up if she could assure him that he was right.
Only he knew that he couldn’t. That she couldn’t. He knew that they were both running a terrible race. And that love might or might not have something to do with it. He took a step back. A try at showing her that the crossing of her arms had no effect on him. He could shut her out just the same. Even if he felt colder suddenly blocking her out. Or maybe she was the cold. Did it matter? He decided that it didn’t matter. She had complied.
“Boundaries?” he asked, dropping his hands to his sides. Another step back. He smiled a bit, it felt a little bitter hanging there on the corner of his mouth. Almost mocking. No lightness, no happiness. And shouldn’t they be though? Shouldn’t they be at least a little bit happy? Because standing here before each other now meant that they actually had each other. So where was the light? The celebration? “Alright, Elizabeth, go ahead, set your boundaries.”
There were several boundaries that must be laid out. None she approved of, most she would forget about in less than a week. As long as there are some then she could have the slightest control over this. And she needed that small taste of control. If she could get a hold on him again, just like before, then she’d get what she wanted. She wanted him, only him -- to her standards, to be who she wanted him to be. He didn’t have to change but if there was a way to go back in time....
Noticing the change in his expression - or was it a change at all? - made her realize that her boundaries held no real substance in this place. Even with a list of them, she wouldn’t convince him. Nothing felt right, nothing seemed to work. And, unlike everyone else, he expected her to pick up her share of the slack. Maybe she had boundaries but she’d be made to live up to them too. This wouldn’t work out if it’s one-sided.
Elizabeth sighed, lowering her head to regain her train of thoughts. Boundaries would lead to limitations, and she hated confinement more than anything. But Peter would expect her to live up to her end. It wouldn’t matter much to him, would it?, if she felt as if suffocating in this place, with him? Only him -- that’s who she would end up living for. Her set boundaries and rules and expectations would make sure of that.
She just wasn’t ready for that commitment. Then why was she standing before him, in the very place she sought to own, with nothing between them except for -- for what? What was it they had? Sometimes she forgot. Even while looking at him, she forgot. There were no reminders. There was nothing. Loving him felt the same as hating him and she couldn’t understand why. Was it because of her husband? But she’d never loved that sorry bastard anyway. Or she never loved Peter at all, playing at a child’s game to escape the dreariness of her life. She didn’t know which one it could be.
But there’d been a time when she did love him. Something like that, no matter how small, couldn’t be forgotten. And with him looking at her now, expecting an answer, expecting her to say at least one word. No, she wanted to tell him, all of this is a lie except for us and what we had. And it could be revived again -- couldn’t it? Besides, it wasn’t so terribly dead.
She wanted to reach out for him but thought he’d push her away. She wanted to fall against him, make him hold her for at least one last time. Instead, she stood in place, exhaled a sigh then shook her head. It seemed like the right thing to do, as if pushing him away would convince him to chase after her. She wondered if Peter was done chasing, if he’d grown bored over this short span of time. Waiting and waiting -- that was all either of them did anymore. They’d have to do some more waiting too.
“You don’t own me,” she said instead of suggested. And she was serious, adding this to her list of boundaries. “And I can come and go as I please. There’s nothing you can do that’ll stop me. I want this, Peter. You give it to me or I leave.”
you said free. i thought that meant i wasn't paying. (shh love me))
“Oh ———- about that. Well, you’re gonna have to get it this time. Sorry?”
“I kind of didn’t bring my money…”
“What kind of idiot doesn't bring their wallet?” --- totally didn’t bring wallet ---
✞Closer✞
There’s a pause and he wants to go after her again but it won’t do. He knows that. He’s shaken, he’s replayed his life thanks to her. Mind nerves that were all too sensitive after everything that had happened. He sees his dad over and over. His mom- god his mom. He looked so much like her.
Taking in a breath he meets her eyes and gives a small scoff, slowly rising to his full height as he turns away from her. He uses his sleeve to wipe away the blood that had leaked from his exertion. His body and mind together felt so tired suddenly and he just wanted to go somewhere where his insides could rest.
Rest. But there wasn’t any such place.
“Of course he does. Everyone wants to do as they say.” Slightly he shakes his head and gives a small, almost bare laugh.
When could he be a person and not just a weapon? But, like Danko said, he had to get over himself.
Slowly he turned to face her, hesitance sparking in his eyes before its blinked away and he moves over to where she was sitting. Without much thinking- or perhaps over thinking- he reaches his hand to her, to help her up.
Once he assists her he steps back and buries his hands in his pockets. He feels terribly bare again and he wants to retreat. Just an animal out of its cage, he could recall Bennet telling him that and he had scoffed and told him that if all the specials were animals needing to be contained than so did his daughter.
Another few injections for that.
“And what are you getting out of this?”
There was nothing to get out of this. Nobody in their right mind would choose to face Sylar in a locked room, not with the running risks. If she could, she’d die to keep her gift -- but there was no point if she couldn’t use them in death. There had to be some way to exit her body at some point just before the inevitable death takes over. Try as she might, that was just another risk to add to the growing list.
What was her end of the bargain? None of it was clear anymore. Danko didn’t make promises and she didn’t hold him to his word. He’d get her a pass, he promised, but she knew it was another lie to prod her on. It worked for a time when she wanted something to believe in. Now, facing an uncertain fate, she had nothing left to hold onto.
Elizabeth was hesitant to take his hand when he offered to help her up but, after asking his question, she knew why, she knew everything. And it became clearer to her then, just who he was, what he was capable of. Which of these different sides were true to his character, she didn’t know. Somewhere, ingrained in his mind, the truth remained. He knew even though she didn’t. Even after she’d seen him from the inside out.
“Freedom,” she answered, now standing back against the wall. Freedom, and it was a terrible lie to believe in but, with her record, it was all she had left. “I help you to help myself. Simple as that. Danko’s made promises I know he can’t keep. You’re Agent Taub, he says. Make him believe he’s Agent Taub.” And she tried again to make him believe it, forcing the thought into his mind even though she didn’t know how.
you said free. i thought that meant i wasn't paying. (shh love me))
“Oh ------- about that. Well, you’re gonna have to get it this time. Sorry?”
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“What?!”
“Don’t you know what weird is?”
"Hoe Don’t Do It"
[ … 5. flipping off a police officer ]
“No, Liz— just because he wears a uniform doesn’t mean he gets a free pass to be a dick ! “ And, without another word, she actually went through and did the thing.
“Yeah, you—- I’m looking at you, aren’t I? You asshole.” She babbled on, hand sticking out prominently, gesturing rudely towards the policeman, before she finally reached out to tug at Liz, “Okay, and now would be a good time to powerwalk.” She said in a nonchalant, seemingly light tone as she turned on her heel swiftly.
She could only stand by and watch, looking around as if there might be more officers around. Needless to say, she quickly followed after Gia, hurrying up beside her.
“What’s gotten into you!?” she questioned, trying not to laugh. She had to admit, it was funny.
-At An End-
Erik stared at her as she tried to covince him. His eyes were holding hers with an unmoving amount of clarity. She sounded like the scattered members of his Brotherhood that weren’t ready for the death note he signed into their hands.
But there was truth in her eyes. There wasn’t anything that spoke of a lie within them. She was speaking truth and he had to learn to trust her if this was going to make any sort of sense for either of them.
A war was going to go underway. If war was going to take place then he needed his Calvary to believe that he believed in them.
“Then-” he began, hand rapping at the jet’s door. “- what are we waiting for?” and then he ascended.
Watching and waiting was the most brutal part of this entire ordeal. The knowing how many of them suffered was worse. War was meant to be fought with truth and resolution. This was only one battle and she was already afraid. Not for the killing -- that was the easiest part of all. Where would her heart lie amid the mutants and the humans? Because it would be easy to defect.
She sat in silence then, unsure of what more she could say. If he believed her or not, she couldn’t tell. There was a determination in his eyes that never wavered, regardless of others’ intentions. He was certain, is all. And she knew he had only one choice but to fight.
The fight was what she believed in. Maybe the morals of everyone around her - even herself - were mixed. The cause was just, the fight was real. She believed in that which was pure and it wouldn’t matter where they went from here.
“What is my role in this war?” she asked, uncertain when she shouldn’t be.