wicked nightmare

linnea brinley cameron if i c o u l d then i would scream, I'd wipe the tears off of my f a c e wake me up if it's a d r e a m this is more than I can t a k e.

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Sighing in a fit of frustration, Aramis set down her pencil and covered her face with her hand. Her calculations were scattered and she knew that they didn’t correspond with what the answer should be, but she continued to return to the same digits, no matter how often she tried to reconfigure the given equation to make it work. Hearing someone approach her from behind at the little café, the brunette removed her hand and rested it on her thigh. “I’m losing my focus with everything,” she chuckled in self pity, “Either this equation is wrong or I’m losing it.” She couldn’t help but to groan and stare at the numbers on the paper.

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“What -- oh, are you talking to me?” Linny was startled out of her jumbled thoughts by a voice speaking from near to where she was standing. The girl was meant to be choosing a table at which she could sit and drink her coffee but apparently, to the brunette who was now addressing her, her accidental closeness had seemed like an invitation to speak. “I’m sorry; I don’t believe we’ve met. For what it’s worth though, I think you’d be better off attempting to do school work in a library or dorm room. This place tends to get a bit busy.”

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Raking their finger through their signature short, brown hair, Frankie paused upon hearing someone behind them. “I know the door was open but — I never informed anyone that I was coming back here..”

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“Aaaaand this would be the second time I’ve gotten directions all mixed up. I swear, you leave for a few months and forget absolutely everything,” she sighed, shooting the other an apologetic smile. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

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Hunter had always considered himself to be a highly logical person. When he found it in himself to leave the girl he loved and their unborn child, it was from a place of cold rationality that put himself above all others. It had been a childish decision rooted in a selfish desire for success and revenge. He never told anyone about the life he left behind in Colorado, but he would be lying if he said he never thought about it. In fact, the questions often kept him up at night - flames sparking up just as he was about to drift into sleep, haunting his dreams with the agony of a decision too hastily made. Now, though, Hunter was being ruled by emotion - a precarious state he didn’t often let himself slip into. There was a little voice in his head that told him not to go off the rails - that told him passion wouldn’t convince her, and rationality would. That was the way he always lived his life, but how far had it really gotten him? “Why?” he repeated, his brow furrowing further as the water threatened to spill from his blue gaze. “Because I don’t believe for one second that you’re okay with the idea of your son growing up thinking his dad never thought once about him. Because no matter how much you tell him I’m a douche that doesn’t care about either of you, I don’t believe that you want to believe it. I don’t think you want your son to believe that, either.” Hunter’s lips formed a taut line as he quieted for a moment, trying to quell the emotions that had suddenly risen in his chest with the simple idea of being a father. “I don’t think you care about me, or if I get to meet my son at all,” he said quietly, just so the two of them could hear. “But I think you want your son to know the awful thing I’ve done, and know that I came crawling back, but it was you two that turned me down after showing me all I’d missed. Not the other way around.” Hunter raised his eyes to meet hers, a finality to the look on his face. “Is that a good enough reason?”

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Despite their hushed tones, people were still glancing curiously in the pair’s direction. Perhaps they could see the tension in Linny’s posture where she sat rigidly beside Hunter, her hands fasted tightly around the warmth of her coffee drink. Maybe it looked as though he was threatening her, causing her some distress -- in reality, they were two years late for the latter and with the both of them near the brink of tears, she was sure whatever feelings were being passed between the two of them were mutual at best. Linny let out a heavy sigh, distracting herself with another sip of her drink. She lowered her gaze, not wanting to show any more weakness than she already had. “So what?” she responded though she was sure he could tell that the bite was out of her voice. How could she snap at him when he looked so close to crying? She may have hated him (or at least said she did) but she didn’t want to see him cry. “I’m just supposed to take you to see Maxxie and then cut you out of his life again? That would vilify me to you, have you loathing me just as much as I can’t stand you. Plus, he’s two. He’s still so young and impressionable, he might not understand that you’re not going to become a part of his life -- because you’re not, Hunter. So I guess it depends on how long you plan on staying in town this time -- because if I have to raise my son in a town where his father hates us both, that’s not going to be good for anyone, is it?” She left out the part where she was afraid she’d go off the deep end with Hunter around, never regaining full custody. She left out the part where Max might want his father around. And first and foremost, she did not include the possibility that time around him could spark that connection they had years ago. Linny would not let that happen.

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As his sea green irises absorbed the sight of the familiar beauty, the Russian male couldn’t keep the smile from curling on his features. He hadn’t seen Linny in months, their last encounter occurring in a different state under very very different circumstances. Nonetheless, he had missed her — his thoughts often wondering how she was doing after he had left, if her rehabilitation efforts were going well … if she was doing well. “Huh?” He questioned at her words, his gaze flicking downwards towards his attire — an open flannel and a pair of boxer briefs. “It’s definitely something you’ve seen before.” He teased lightly with a shake of his head as his attention refocused back on the girl herself. She looked as though she was doing better, happy, which in return only caused his genuine, and definitely rare, smile to grow. “Do you want to come in?” He questioned, opening the door further as he stepped to the side — giving the beautiful woman enough space to enter. He knew that this probably wasn’t the destination she had meant to arrive at, causing his mind to reel at who she could’ve wanted to see at this hour.

[linnyplease-blog]

“I’ve seen more than that, for sure,” she quipped easily, pushing her hair back over her shoulder with a bright grin cast up his direction. His smile in return made it easy to bob her head in a nod. Though he wasn’t the intended recipient of her company, things had turned out almost for the better. Reconnecting with an old flame was bound to put a positive spin on her return to Telluride, regardless. “God it’s been forever, don’t you think?” she said with a disbelieving shake of her head, eyes taking in her surroundings appreciatively before turning to take the same care with the figure of her former hookup. “You look good -- really good actually. How’ve you been?” Her tone was light, conversational. She still couldn’t believe her stroke of luck, happening upon the wrong address with a familiar face nonetheless.

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