Imogen Hoult

Open

becamenotseafoam:

“I can imagine that’s going to be hell come the rainy weather and then winter, unless it doesn’t happen in winter since the water is frozen?” She typed into her phone but the smile immediately came back to her face at the mention of swimming. “I would never turn down swimming.”

“It’s a pain, yeah, but I get weather alerts on my phone when it’s going to rain. I don’t know about frozen water though...” Imogen considered. Her only interaction with ice was behind the protective shield of a ziploc bag, and even then the condensation had made her tail burst forth. “Let’s go then! I’ll warn you though, it’s freezing cold.”

#c:bec

Open

ponytailedprince:

He didn’t know how to respond to the compliment, so he preoccupied himself with his tattoos, “Oh, do you like them?” he asked, looking over his body at a few of them.

Jim rolled his eyes, “Do I really have to be concerned about dying of infection, because you’re starting to make me nervous?” He didn’t want to make the journey all the way back to Olympus now though, so he nodded, “If you’ll have me, I’d love to stay over.” He could see how red Imogen was, and he wasn’t sure exactly what he’d done to make her like that, but he found he definitely wanted to do it again.

“No, I don’t think you’re going to die of infection. It didn’t look too bad.” Imogen said, jogging off upstairs to grab the spare bedding and check on Callie, who was quite merrily playing doctors with her teddy bears. “It’s almost time for bed, pickle, get your jammies on.” Imogen said, going back downstairs to make up the sofa bed for herself. “You’re taking my bed since you’re hurt, and if you sleep on the sofa we’ll just wake you up with the school run in the morning.”

#p:pon #c:pon

Open

ponytailedprince:

Jim nodded, she was right of course, and he knew that from the beginning. He knew he could always count on Imogen, even in the short time they’ve known each other. He caught her staring, and smirked, “What are you looking at, Genny?” he teased, pulling his shirt carefully back over his head. There was a gentle pause, before he hugged her from behind where she was standing at the sink and whispered a sincere, “Thank you.” before pulling away.

“You’re...uh...very fit. Must be from all the...repairs?” She finished, unsure. “And I’ve never seen tattoos like that.” She said. Some of Jones’ men had tattoos, but Jim didn’t have to know that. Then his arms were around her and she felt that pesky warmth again, spreading through right to her toes. She felt like she was home, in a far deeper way than she did just walking through the door. When he pulled back she missed it immediately. “Stay? At least tonight. I’ll worry that the infection will take you in the night if you go.”

Open

ponytailedprince:

“I can fix that,” he muttered, looking at the ground, and taking Imogen’s hand. “Can that really happen?” he asked, his eyes wide with genuine concern. He was quiet, walking back with Imogen, holding her hand the entire way.

He stripped out of his shirt, standing in the living room, and peeling off his old bandage, folding it up, and going into the bathroom to throw it out. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you,” he said quietly, “I was really hoping you didn’t have to play doctor for me, usually I’m pretty good at taking care of things on my own.”

“Why? There’s nothing wrong with asking for help.” Imogen said, wincing when Jim peeled the bandage from his body. It was gross. But this was Jim. Her best friend. She’d help him. She rubbed the antiseptic into the wound and redressed it. For a few guilty moments she enjoyed the view of Jim’s bare torso, before going off to wash her hands. “We’ll just leave that a little bit.”

Open

ponytailedprince:

“You are,” he protested, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, but he nodded all the same, “the next time something goes wrong, you’re the first person I will phone. Technically you’re the only person in my contacts,” he realized with a grin. A few things weird? Jim repeated in his head…that’s vague, he thought. Although, she is far too young to be his mother, maybe his slightly older sister? He tossed that thought away, no, now he gets it, that was a super weird thing to think. Imogen is definitely not his mom or his sister so…what is she to him? She told him she slipped and fell and found it was he who was worrying now, “Oh, no, are you okay? I wish I was there to catch you like last time,” he said, feeling a warmth grow on his cheeks at the memory. “I can do that,” he found himself saying, a little too quickly, and then turning redder when Imogen said she was kidding. “Or, not, if you don’t want, I…” oh boy, “Maybe I can just rub your shoulders if that’s less weird.”

“That’d be really lovely, but the tension is really in my lower back.” Imogen said, “I wouldn’t turn down a shoulder rub though.” She said, taking his hand and squeezing it. “Come on, let’s go, before the infection enters your bloodstream and you’re a goner.” She said, giving him a cheeky smile before heading off towards the sound of the ocean. It wasn’t long until they arrived, Callie darting off to get her play-doctor kit, and Imogen bringing out the first aid box.

Open

ponytailedprince:

“Genny, come on,” he whined, pulling away from her and withering under her mom glare. “I knew you’d freak out if I told you!” He said, looking away, feeling ashamed. He should have trusted Imogen as his best friend. “It was late at night, I was across town, the munchkin was definitely in bed, I didn’t want to worry you. You’re already someone’s mom, you don’t have to be mine too.” He winced, “I went to the nearest house, and the guy who lived there patched me up.” Callie should not learn stranger danger from Jim. “I’m not going to drop off! I feel fine, don’t yell at me! I was on my way to go buy bandages and antibacterial cream when I saw you guys!” He wasn’t actually angry at her, it was just awful to have Imogen cross with him, especially when he was trying so hard to make sure she didn’t worry.

Originally posted by pimchela

Imogen sighed, “I’m not freaking out, I’m not freaking out.” She said, “But you should know that you can call me any time, I could’ve nipped out and got you while pickle was sleeping. I could’ve called you a cab, I could’ve helped.” She said, holding her hand out to Jim. “And I really don’t want to be your mom. That’d make a few things weird.” Imogen said, colour rising from under the collar of her dress. “I have antibac cream at mine, and fresh bandages, and you won’t have to strain and open the wound if I patch you back up. And I slipped and fell at work the other day so you can pay me back with a full body massage.” Imogen said, reconsidering what she’d said the second she said it. “Joking. Totally joking. I have no idea why I said that or what I was thinking, but if you could just erase that from your memory that’d be great.”

#c:pon #p:pon

Open

ponytailedprince:

“No, no, I’m fine!” He said quickly, softening and addressing Callie more than Imogen now, “she just surprised me is all, no harm done.” He pulled his shirt away from the bandaging underneath. He gnawed his lip, knowing the excuse wasn’t good enough, “I was on a test run of a motorcycle and I, well, I crashed, I’m fine, really. Don’t worry about me, just a little sore.”

Imogen watched him pluck his shirt away from his body and caught hold of the hem, pulling it up and wincing at the bandage, soaked through with what looked like dried blood. Imogen dropped his shirt and fixed him with her most convincing disappointed-mum-glare. “We are going back to mine now, I have a first aid kit and medicine, and when was the last time you changed that? It could be infected for all we know! Jim, did you clean it? Get it checked out?” Imogen said, standing up carefully and holding her hand out for Callie. “Come on, I’m not having you walk around like that. You could drop off any moment.”

tragiquemaisbelle:

“Nothing at all. The only time you will ever have to pay money is if you need to replace a book or if you’re late in returning a book,” she explained, walking over to get the book and then leading her to the front desk. “Do you mind if I just ask you a few questions?”

“Sure, go ahead. I’ve got time.”

tragiquemaisbelle:

“Do you have a library card or can I sign you up for one today?”

“No, I don’t. Sign me up. Does it cost anything?”

Open

leavenotacrack:

“The little ones don’t mind. We think they prefer it when we watch.” He shook his head, “We hope not.”

“Prefer it? What do you mean prefer it?”

#c:lea

tragiquemaisbelle:

“Have you ever read Treasure Island? I honestly haven’t read that many pirate stories, but I know that that one is very good.”

“No, no I haven’t. That sounds like a good one. I think I’ll take that one then.”

Open

becamenotseafoam:

“It’s nice to meet you Imogen,” she smiled gently before nodding. “It might, it’s hard to say. It’d be nice sometimes to have my tail back but I’m human now, completely. There are worse things though - I could be dead.”

“Mine comes back whenever I come into contact with water.” Imogen said, “It’s nice still having it, but it can be bothersome.” She said, “And I suppose that is worse, yeah. Do you still want to swim?”

#c:bec

Open

leavenotacrack:

He staggered back a little when she looked at him, releasing his hands from the railings and touching his face gently. “Yes, yes. We forgot, they can see us when we’re soft,” he muttered to himself and then directed his attention back to the woman. “We only came to watch.”

“Watch? But they’re children, that’s a little...inappropriate, don’t you think?” She asked, looking him up and down. “You’re not a father, are you?”

#c:lea

Open

leavenotacrack:

Lankin had never seen a park before. “So many little ones, out in the air.” His fingers twitched. When did people forget to fear? He slowly approached the fence and watched the woman talk to her child, the smallest he’d seen so far. “We like the littlest ones,” he thought out loud.

Imogen heard the man speak and frowned, turning. “Excuse me, what?” She asked, looking at the odd looking gangly man. Something about him set her on edge, and she was already watching Callie out of the corner of her eye.

#c:lea

Open

ponytailedprince:

“Around,” he said nudging her shoulder with his own right before Callie wormed her way onto the bench, elbowing him in the ribs in a way that ordinarily would not hurt at all, but made Jim feel like his whole side was on fire. He made a pained sound, which he tried to suppress, scooting away from her in a way that he normally wouldn’t. He chuckled resisting the urge to hold his side, “I–I guess that’s up to your mom,” he said, smiling at Imogen, “I bet Mommy’s stories are just as good, you’re just trying to butter me up.”

“Callie! Careful.” Imogen said, dragging Callie back onto her lap. ”Are you hurt, Jim?” She asked, looking over at him and frowning. “How did you hurt yourself?” She asked, holding Callie tight.

#p:pon

tragiquemaisbelle:

“Follow me. You have a little one, I take it?”

“Yeah, she likes pirate stories the best.”