Leave Me Alone

"No matter what anyone says you’re alone in the end. One and all!" - Part of Town-Square

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Looking at the starry sky, I wish that you would be that light shining upon me…

  I lost, I lost, I lost you;   you’re making, making my music.

  I still, I still, I love you;   and I’m never gonna stop.

— lost my music  (♪)

[gabi-hime]

Oh man, look what I found buried on my hard drive.

It’s a nice day for a white wedding.

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Answers || @Jamie

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Her bright eyes widened in disbelief as he took the pancake willingly. It felt like deja vu gone wrong, but she wasn’t complaining. He was just setting up his own self agony, that’s for sure. Her lips formed a more genuinely devilish smirk, as she continued feeding him bits and pieces from the pancake stack. 

They were both stubborn idiots, that’s for sure. Claire rolled her eyes internally, wondering who would burst first. It wouldn’t be too long until he hit his limit and started tossing pancakes or something… Nah… she was kidding! But it would be amusing otherwise. 

He tried to follow her train of thought, but obviously, signified by the blatant blush on his cheek, he wasn’t exactly hitting the bullseye. Claire tilted her head as she continued stuffing him. With one lifted eyebrow, she inquired playfully, “What exactly do you think I was implying, doofus..? Birthdays? Festivals…?” The more she thought about it, the more curious she was. But he didn’t need to know that. Suddenly, her face paled at one option that completely flew over her head. Staring at his blush and gaping for a moment, she chuckled nervously and waved him off.

"Aha… ahaha! Nevermind, doofus! I guess that’s a topic for later!"

After feeding him for a minute or two, she could tell he was on the verge of giving up. Or at least it looked like it from where she was sitting. She’d be victor this time around, she swore on the Goddess’ name!

"Well lately, I’ve had my ear talked off by Manna about things…" She muttered almost incoherently, "She’s been on my case for months…. Being a grown woman… Age…"

Her words faded away as time went on, but that was alright to her. It seemed as though he’d burst at any moment now.  They really were a spontaneous ticking time bomb, weren’t they?

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He waved his hand dismissively, swallowing a large chunk of chewed-up pancake with a gulp. "N-Nothing, nothing...."

It was safe to assume that she wasn't implying anything like that, and he heaved silent sigh of relief. Man, what a topic.

Claire seemed fiercely determined to fill him to the brim with pancakes, and Jamie was indeed starting to get sort of full with the constant intake of food, but the stack was deteriorating rapidly. He would certainly counter her determination with his own-- there was no way he'd be bested by a platter of pancakes! Thus, he welcomed the onslaught with his mouth open wide.

He stared at her, brow furrowed even further as he wiped a trace of pancake-flavored saliva from the corner of his lips. Grown woman? Age? What on earth was she going on about? If he wasn't confused before, he certainly was now.

He waited patiently for her to continue, but no words came. Instead, only a barrier of pancake pieces coming towards him like missiles. Was this supposed to be some kind of distraction?

Screw the pancakes! Jamie snatched the fork from her fingers and set it down on the table. Only a single flapjack remained, but suddenly it didn't matter anymore. There was something off here and if she wasn't going to spill it on her own, he'd take it into his own hands; his darkened expression signified this.

"What are you talking about?"

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Letters to a Friend | @Jamie

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Claire calmly strolled over her mailbox, trying to keep down her excitement for the newest mail delivery. Yeah, it was stupid and childish of her to get her emotions all jumbled up with her crushing motives. Her heart seemed to like working against her brain… again and again. This war was on an infinite loop, wasn’t it?

Her thoughts were casually interrupted by a different type of letter in the mail this time around. Hesitating for a moment, she gingerly took the envelope in her fingers as though it were a trap of some sort.  Walking inside the safety of her home, she chuckled nervously. She was being silly. The only ticking time bomb around here was her emotions.

And the clock still seemed to count down.  Claire resisted the urge to analyze his writing; each loop and cross seemed so distinctly hi— No, no!  Claire tried to get only the gist of the letter, and that was that. Her eyes blinked at the postscript, edited over and over again until it was nearly indiscernible. Yeah well… tried was the key word.  Her own pen glided down a new page as soon as she read his letter a few more times over.

Dear Jamie,

Hmm… well I’ll have to trust you on your newest update about your perpetual furrowed eyebrow and deep frown. Because I just can’t see myself, to be honest, haha.  This piece of cowdung is too used to… well, other sides of you I suppose.

Maybe another alpaca would help? Another baby cow named ‘Milk Milk’? I heard that Gray had found a lost sheep in the valley over— Alright, alright.. .I’m just waiting for you to roll your eyes at my dry humor.  'Leaving you alone' wasn't a signed contract either, you know. You don't sound to be enjoying your quality alone time with your animals as much as you used to… 

As for your emotions on receiving the letter, don’t hurt yourself trying to find distinctions between your emotions, alright? …I’m kidding! It’s not like you’re physically tripping over a silly letter of mine, anyway. 

Sometimes I sigh about losing that ring, but I suppose wherever it is, at least it’s being used… Hm.

Lately, my animals have been avoiding me. They seem to quietly edge away from me as I approach or they don’t respond to me when I call out to them.  I don’t think they recognize me anymore… Haha… have I really changed that much? To be unrecognizable? How strange.

People have been giving me shifty looks and such as I walk by in town. It’s not like me to care. In the end, it’s not like I… Back then, those negative opinions never seemed to… Hm.

Ah well, that’s nothing to burden you with. On another note though, do you mind sharing your pancake recipe? I’d like to light my kitchen on fire a few times to get it right, haha! I’ll probably perfect it after the 4th try… Hopefully.

If you’re not sick of me yet, please send another letter soon!  It’s pretty enjoyable to read your letters.

Slightly hungry at the moment,

Claire 

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Sometimes he'd take the ring he'd vowed never to look at out of his drawer and just... look at it. Once or twice he would slip it on his finger, admire how well it fit, and fantasized about something that could have been, before throwing it back into its place and slamming the drawer.

Recently he'd done so more often, and had, on more than one occasion, forgotten to take it off again. A habit of twisting the thing around his ring finger slowly began to develop, and his hand began to feel naked without it, so he would keep it on and hide his hands within a pair of mittens. Who would ever be the wise?

He played with the ring now as he read the letter over once more. Oh, how pathetic he felt as he picked up his pen and began to write once more.

Claire:

Oh, har har har. I'll have you know Moo Moo is a prize-winning bovine who produces the best damn milk you'll ever taste.

Shifty looks, eh? I get shifty looks all the time. I don't care, really, but lately it seems like everyone is purposely avoiding walking by my house-- I saw Dan the other day and he bolted off in the opposite direction when he saw me coming. Ha! I bid good riddance to him, then.

You know, I don't think I ever told you, but... I used to wear glasses when I was a kid. Funny, right? Me in glasses? My eyesight got better with age, but I'm feeling pretty old now that I've had to dig them out of a box buried in the depths of a closet just so I can see right again. Maybe it's the lack of sleep finally catching up to me?

I'm not sick of you yet. Honestly, I don't think I'll ever be sick of you. The recipe's on the back.

Sentimentally yours,

Jamie

Yeah, let's just... cross that bit out there.

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The couch wrinkled under her as she waited patiently for him to come back. Staring down at her pink-tipped fingers, she smiled unconsciously at how things had come to be. To think she’d get lost in someone this seriously. Wasn’t it a year ago… where they had sat here last?  Typhoon screeching, winds leaving them trapped in this house of his. The flicker of that candle, the light embracing the best features in his face. The warring emotions and the puppet show they put up… Back then, they didn’t seem to understand the frustration that seemed to threaten their normal lives forever.

Today, juxtaposed with yesteryear, their future seemed just a step away. Love wasn’t a threat, love wasn’t a game to play frivolously.  Today. Today was here.

Before she realized it, he had arrived with uh… a little too many pancakes for one person to handle on their own. She attempted to hold her snickers in behind a fist, but her full-bloomed chuckles burst out naturally. 

"Actually, doofus… that looks like just the right amount for one person!” 

Her eyes glinted mischievously as she smirked at him and crossed her arms. “Well… what are you waiting for?” She gestured politely to the towering pancake tower and gave him the sweetest, most sickeningly innocent smile she could muster. 

"Or perhaps, you’d like me to feed you?" Nope. She wasn’t going to ever get off his case for this. She swore on the love of this relationship.  Picking up her fork, she jabbed at part of a pancake and directed it his way. The doofus had it coming for him.

As she waited for his incoming angry bursts to come bombing in, she nonchalantly muttered, “Do you think it’s too early for me to be thinking… that…” She continued play feeding him; it was the easiest way to tick him off. And the easiest way to distract the both of them from the topic she was shying away from.

"Nevermind."  

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Looking at her face, Jamie had a brief reminiscence of a year's past. This time of year, he recalled, was the very first time she-- or anyone, for that matter-- really barged into his life, pried into his past, and...

And made him fall in love.

He remembered the lights going out and the scent of a since-improved coffee recipe hanging in the air as he leaned in, lost and confused, into that initial kiss-- the initial spark that lit a blazing fire now at its peak.

"...You think so?"

Well.... that stack of pancakes certainly wasn't going to eat itself-- and the competitor in him felt like he was being challenged. You think I can't eat all those damn pancakes? Well, I'm gonna eat every last one of those damn pancakes even if it kills me!

A blush crept onto his cheeks at her suggestion. He thought he recalled a time in which she'd pulled something like that before-- and Jamie nearly shattered a plate in shock and anger! The memory brought a miniscule smile to his face. That was so long ago.... Maybe now... Maybe now it wouldn't be so bad.

"If you insist...!" he teased with a smirk, leaned forward, and wrapped his lips around the fluffy breakfast cake offered to him. The look on her face was priceless.

As he swallowed the bite, his brow furrowed. That was the second time she'd said something... odd. Something churned in the pit of his stomach; he had a bad feeling about it.

"Too early to think about... what?"

Christmas? Birthdays? ...Sex? He blushed hard and shoved that thought right out of head.

He was curious, definitely, but the sinking feeling he had told him to let it alone for now... and so he did.

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Letters to a Friend | @Jamie

A sigh reverberated throughout Claire’s home; it was rather harsh in the blank slate of silence.  She was still rather irritated, as her eyes drooped in lack of sleep. Sure, she was still the same old Claire, right? But she wondered if she had reverted back a little… too far.  Back to the Claire who jolted awake with cold sweats; back to the Claire who had frequent nightmares out of guilt. Back to the Claire who was haunted by broken promises.

She slipped a letter into her mailbox; the ‘thunk’ giving her turbulent emotions a moment of pacified satisfaction. The letter came off as rather light-hearted; familiar and nonchalant, yet so very distant when juxtaposed with how close they were before. Her letter spilled miscellaneous thoughts and scattered emotions, as though she was still sweeping up her shattered heart off the floor.  

Without a second glance, she turned to get back to bed. Perhaps this time around, she’d wake up feeling like herself. Like the person she had come to be over her year in Mineral Town.

Dear Jamie,

I know this is rather silly. To be sending you a letter with things as they are… or at least how we left them as since the last time. But we’re friends… or at least in my eyes we are!  It’s funny, actually; I can imagine the furrow in your eyebrows the first time you get a glimpse of this letter in your mailbox. Well then, don’t frown too much; the creases on your forehead’ll be permanent before you realize it, haha!

Anyways, how have you been? No, ’Better without you in it’ is not a valid answer, Jamie. I’ve been… well, less than fine, but I thought that with this letter, I’d feel a bit better. If you haven’t thrown this letter out yet, I thought I’d be clear…

I’m not going to leave you behind.

A promise is a promise, isn’t it? Yeah, yeah, I’m a load of cowdung, but that’s just how I am!  Haha, you should know that by now.  If you don’t, then now’s the best time to start!

Uhh… I don’t really know where I’m going with this actually. I’m half-asleep and kind of disgruntled from losing a certain… um… ring. You wouldn’t have happened to see it in the church when you left, right?  It means a lot to me, haha.

Well, wherever it is, I hope it found a nice home. 

Oh, I’m blathering again. What a bother! It’s kind of late over here and I still can’t get my thoughts straight. But oh well, I’m sure you’ll understand my jumbled train of thought eventually. 

I’m going to keep sending you letters from now on, alright?  They’ll keep you company! Feel free to send me back some as well…

Sleepy, 

Claire

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A week passed. The letter remained half-open on Jamie's nightstand. He would read it sometimes, perhaps trying to formulate a reply, but each time he would frown, or he would laugh depending on his mood, but each time it left him feeling hollow.

He was having a particularly difficult time getting to sleep this night, and flicked his bedside lamp on with a sigh. Sitting up straight, pillows strewn and blankets awry, he plucked the letter from the bedside table and read it once more. He must have read it a hundred times over already, but this time he was feeling particularly stupid and went to fetch a pen and a piece of parchment.

Jamie sat down at a desk and began his belated response.

Claire:

I regret to inform you that my is brow is permanently furrowed, and my lips perpetually frowning. They'll probably be that way for the rest of my life.

As to how I've been... I'm afraid 'better without you' is the exact opposite. For once, the many animals that have kept me company over the years don't seem to be doing that anymore-- it's lonely, and I hate it.

You are indeed a load of cow dung, but I appreciate the sentiment and admire your determination to restore a broken promise... but you can't because it is exactly that: broken-- and I'm not entirely sure what part of "leave me alone" left you confused.

But it's fine.

Has something every happened to you that made you feel something in the pit of your gut, but you couldn't really tell if it was happiness or anger? That's how I feel. When I got your letter I wasn't sure what to think-- but there was that feeling in the pit of my gut and I didn't know whether I was happy that you still wanted to talk to me after all of this, or angry at your persistence.

I've decided on the former.

I'll be looking forward to your letters in the future.

Sincerely,

Jamie

P.S.-- I haven't seen it. Perhaps you should check around your town for petty thieves?

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"Because you love me!" Her voice rang with such clarity that the answer seemed simple enough. She was teasing of course, but the sheer thought of their progress astounded her. It was so simple. So very simple. They loved each other; wasn’t that enough? The months melted away at his embrace, as she lulled the agony of being so alone with his warm presence. 

A pang of joy shot through her heart as she saw a smile brighten his expression. Was that right? He had missed her as much as she missed him… Color ran up her cheeks as he leaned in to kiss her, but two could play at that game. With her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, she deepened their soft kiss by bringing them closer than they had been for months. His lips were sweeter than she remembered as their entwined happiness tasted of nectar. 

After separating, she imitated his frown and folded her hands over her chest. Her pink tipped fingers were still warm from the touch of his skin. “Fine! It’s not like I wanted any anyway!” She rolled her eyes playfully as she cut through his doorway into the comfort of his home. It was strange how this place seemed like a second home to her… Her smile seeped with a gentle happiness. 

Entwining her fingers in his, she wondered when would be the best time to show him… Claire chuckled as she dragged him to his pancakes. ”After I watch you stuff yourself silly with pancakes, I—”

Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of engagement. So close, yet so far. She could feel their future right in the palm of her hands.

"Well, you’ll see soon, enough doofus!” 

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The months they'd been apart suddenly felt so much more lonely now that they were together. It was odd, though. Jamie had spent his entire life alone-- alone, and unwilling to change it. It just seemed so surreal that one person could change his perspective so drastically. He couldn't say he was worse off for it.

Through an unconscious-- and in this case, ironic-- habit, he crossed his arms, eyes rolling at her mocking stature. It must have looked sort of funny, two people making the exact same face at each other without even really know it.

He held her hand tightly as she dragged him back into his own home. 

"You... huh?" he was admittedly curious, but quickly shrugged it off in favor of more important things-- like pancakes! Despite his previous comment, maybe he'd make a few extra just for good measure....

And so he did! After giving Claire's hand an affectionate squeeze, he slunk off to the kitchen and emerged ten minutes later with a stack of pancakes taller than his arm was long. With a modest smirk, he set the plate upon the living room's coffee table and said, "Do you think I made too many?"

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"…or is it how many times you hear it?”

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Monochrome || @Jamie

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"What do I know? What do I know…!?" Her voice boomed, bouncing off the walls of the one place she could call her second home. Thoughts flashed from one topic to another, forming images of the past they’d had, of the pain they’ve gone through. She nearly bit her lip at the throbbing pain in her chest at the sudden walk down memory road. She closed her mind up and locked all those things away. To move on… how was she going to move on when things like this always fell into place.

"…I guess I don’t know anything.” She wasn’t going to cry today; she promised herself that. In what twisted world did she think she could be here for him after all this ended? Her hand curled tightly against her chest as she stepped back away from him.

"I know I’m not perfect!"

Her eyes widened, azure orbs glinting in shock. They had gone a long way, hadn’t they?  They had found their footing on this mountain of theirs, and discovered solace in each other. They had changed. For a moment, her eyes truly opened. Would it be enough? Would this be enough? Wasn’t this change a mark from one to the other? Did this mean that, in the end, this was enough to say ‘I’ll never leave you, because part of me is with you forever’?

After all this time…. was this her answer?

She shook her head at the dizzying emotions. This answer didn’t seem to work. Not for her anyways. But for now, it was as good as it could get. Her back pressed against the door by the time she realized it. His bombarding emotions cut into her like knives, but what could she say. Just— Say how you feel. 

"You’re not—" She tried to regain her train of thought, but his tears brought it all crashing down. "You’re anything but pathetic, Jamie!" She wondered if her voice could open up his—

No. She didn’t want to open up his heart any further. She didn’t desire to hurt him anymore; the scars he had were enough to last him a lifetime. But what was this inner conflict that was burning her on both ends? She wanted to be here for him but didn’t want to get any closer.  What in the world was she doing? Was she… running away?

 ”When it comes down to it, don’t you think we both really don’t know who we are?” She murmured hesitantly. Swallowing, she let out a deep sigh of painful understanding. “I’m scared. This distance between us… I-I don’t want this… I-I’m..” Her steady gaze nearly wavered, as she thought tears were coming on. But she remained as strong as she could, for the both of them. Or so she thought. 

"…Sorry." 

That was it. There was nothing so anticlimactic as the words that came out of her mouth at that moment.  It almost felt like a lie to her, but it was so very true. She was sorry. But more than that, she felt regret burning her alive. 

"I promised not to leave you…" She swallowed away the sobs that were coming.

"But in the end we’re both so very alone, aren’t we?"

"Sorry."

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There she went again-- spewing cryptic nonsense. Both don't know who we are? What was that even supposed to mean? He was in no mood to read into her philosophies.

He stopped his pacing and rubbed his red face dry. It had been too long since he'd cried like that, and it felt good to get it out. He shot her a glare from beneath his damp bangs. Don't want this? And do you think I do?

"Sorry?" Jamie scoffed. He did not scoff at her, however. He scoffed at himself. Perhaps if-- Perhaps, he could have gotten out of many a predicaments in life if he'd just had the capacity to say sorry. He wiped away the last of his tears with a light, out of place laugh.

I'm sorry, too.

Oh, this was all his fault, wasn't it? His own stupid, selfish fault. If he'd given two thoughts to what Claire might have wanted-- No. No, no, no, he'd done what he could. A letter once a week. A letter twice a week. A letter once a day-- Oh, he'd tried, but so what? His efforts were in vain, it she didn't seem to have a care either way. She'd broken a promise-- She'd taken away one of the few things he held dear and smashed it-- all of her own accord. So, whose fault was it?

She was right, though.

In they end they were both so very alone. And it seemed the universe wanted it to stay that way.

He turned from her, no longer willing to indulge in her presence, and fell back into an upholstered armchair.

"You can leave now," he said, so coldly that the temperature in the room seemed to drop ten degrees. "Lock the door behind you."

"And please, for both our sakes, don't come back."

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Monochrome || @Jamie

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She trekked down the mountain trail, kicking snow and rubble to the side as she dragged him back home. Stubborn, little— Claire gritted her teeth as a rapid flow of insults drifted into her mind.  Having broken up with him had snapped some sense into her. Yes, she had always seen his flaws, but there was no way she was excusing them now. Huffing, she got them to his porch and twisted the stained door knob. As a mental note, she reminded herself to make fun of his lavender house when she had the chance. It was rather eyeroll-inducing.

"I may be stopping you from doing what you want,” She scowled at him coldly as she turned the doorknob and pulled them both in, “But I’m stopping you because that’s exactly what you need.” 

Locking the door behind them, she wondered if he’d try to get to windows… It was ridiculous to think that this was the Jamie she thought she knew so well. But the excuses were cascading down her shoulders again. Well, she was his only family. She was just like a mother to him. How much do you think he’s lost already?

How much would you do if you wanted someone that dear to you to return?

Her heart rattled painfully as she remembered the moment she lost the one person she had looked up to. Shaking her head, she found some sense in his irrational actions. But that didn’t excuse him from facing reality.  She was gone, and tossing strawberries into the pond wasn’t getting him anywhere.

"For her sake, use your head, Jamie. You know her better than anyone, don’t you? Put her values into play.” She knew that he would kick her out anytime soon, so she had to make things clear while she could. Claire didn’t know if this would get to him, but she had to pound down the facts despite the pain he was going through. The guilt that was biting at her heart was slowly eating her up. 

"You need everyone if you want to save her. This isn’t something one man can do alone.”

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He felt so stupid, being dragged back to his own home and throwing a tantrum like a little kid. Did it matter, though? He yanked his arm free of Claire's grasp and rubbed the spot where her hand once was. Sheesh, what a tough grip.

Jamie scowled at the floor. Who was she to tell him what he needed? Who was she to lie to him, to come running back to him just to hurt him further. Who was she to stomp on his broken heart and pulverize it into dust? Maybe it was childish of him, but he was long overdue for a tantrum.

"What do you know!?" he snapped. "What the hell do you know?"

"What in the name of the Harvest Goddes makes you think that you know what's best for me?" He took an aggressive step forward, fists clenched, cyan eyes narrowed.

Jamie paced back and forth across the floor, shaking with anger and sorrow, making wild gesticulations as he mindlessly screamed the thoughts tucked away in the back of his mind for so long.

"Do you honestly think... do you honestly think that I don't know that? Do you think I haven't been alive long enough-- do you think I haven't been through enough to know that I can't do everything on my own? Do you think I'm that stupid? But--" He paused and heaved a sigh. "What am I supposed to do?

How am I supposed to save somebody when I don't even know what to save them from? I know I'm not perfect...."

"I know I'm not perfect!" his pacing continued. "I'm the opposite of perfect! I pretend I'm the best, I pretend that I can do everything by myself, I pretend that I don't need anybody else, but it's all some stupid facade! In the end, I get beat out by some... some ignorant kid that took up a vacant lot on a whim! And in the end, I couldn't even save the things that were important to me! In the end, I lost everything....."

He wiped away the hot tears welling up in his eyes, but it wasn't enough. They streamed all down his cheeks, dripping from his chin, wetting his purple neckerchief.

"In the end, I'm pathetic. I'm pathetic, and stupid, and...." A choked sob jumped out of his throat. "And I'm scared."

"I don't want to be alone anymore."

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Her eyes softened at the sight of a smile growing on his lips. Oh good.. he didn’t— completely hate her. But as soon as the persistent thought to just embrace him now and push all other thoughts to the side bubbled up, he seemed to have made the first move. She froze underneath his warmth. Oh goddess, she didn’t— she didn’t think she would miss it so much. Okay, that was rather an understatement, wasn’t it? She had missed him beyond comprehension. Beyond words themselves.

"Hate… you?" She murmured for a moment, with a gentle smile pulling at her lips. Letting the sweetness sink in, she took in a breath and… pulled his neckerchief so he was down to her face level. “You’re more of a doofus than I originally thought.” Her eyes danced in mischievous amusement, as she pretended to knock on his head to see if his brain had taken a break. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she just chuckled quietly, wondering why there was something wearing away at her. Her smile wavered for a moment. 

"You know…" She murmured to herself, as though she was trying to clarify she felt worn out, even though she was in his arms. "I…" She held him tighter, as her chuckle tempered the joy in the air with its effeteness. "I’ve missed you so much.."  Leaning herself in for a few eskimo kisses, she nuzzled his forehead for a moment, as his familiar scent washed over her like a comforting blanket.

Her eyes jolted open, as she nearly slapped a hand over her mouth. “Is that a…” She managed to hold in her laughter. “…hint of pancakes?”

"What kind of doofus makes pancakes in the evening?" Well she already knew the answer to that… 

Her kind.

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He held the petite Claire tight in his arms, thinking it sort of odd that he could miss another human being's company so much. If someone had told him a year ago that one day he'd be so in love that his stone heart melted, he would have laughed. He would have laughed in their face and questioned their sanity. It seemed like the Jamie that despised anyone and everyone he met was so far away.... Well, maybe not that far away, but... lately, there had been more and more people whom he would be willing to call 'friends'.

A sudden yank on his neckerchief snapped him back to reality. It was sort of odd, he thought, to see Claire nose-to-nose. He was so used to looking down at her, after all, and the change of perspective brought a sort of smirk to his lips. It quickly faded, however, into a look of feigned annoyance.

"Remind me again why I put up with you?" Of course, he knew. It was because he loved her-- more than anything else, he loved her. Maybe he wasn't so great at showing it all the time. He held Claire, passing all unexpressed affections to her with his tight embrace. "I've missed you, too." A very un-jamie-esque smile on his face, he brushed his fingers against her cheek and planted a single, sweet kiss on her lips.

Jamie raised a brow at her sudden reaction. What could he say? He had a special adoration for a good flapjack. Sure, pancakes in the evening were weird, but did she really have to laugh at him?

He frowned, and teased, "So you don't want any, then? Fine! More for me."

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Liars' Clarity | @Jamie

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Teleportal'd || @Mufy

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"Oh gosh, oh gosh," Muffy flinched and turned away suddenly. "I’m sorry, your nose is bleeding a bit…" she tried to calm the panic in her mind. She was hemophobic, and tended to faint at the sight of blood. She wouldn’t be of much use if she was passed out in the snow. She took a deep lungful of the frozen air and calmed herself. "Okay, it isn’t too far from here." She avoided looking back at him, he didn’t seem to happy to be conked right in the face by her hard head. "Come on" she waved for him to follow as she steadily made her way toward what she hoped was the Blue Bar.

Upon closer inspection, she was relieved that it was indeed her home and place of employment, recognized by the music floating from within and the hand-painted sign just barely visible through the accumulated snow. She groped for the door handle and finally pushed the heavy door from the frozen seal. She held it open for the stranger. 

Griffin chuckled from behind the bar, “You look like a couple of eskimos.”

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"Eh?" After he was finished soothing his sore nostrils, he felt a trickle of hot liquid run down his fingers. He pulled his hand away to see that it was blood, and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. His gaze reverted back to Muffy, brow furrowed, biting back curses.

He followed reluctantly behind her, arms folded over his chest. This was odd for him, and he would have liked to find his way on his own, but in an unfamiliar town smothered in snow, that was an impossible prospect. Even so, this blonde bimbo didn't look like she knew what she was doing, and he wondered if he'd only further screwed himself by following her.

Apparently not, for she seemed quite reassured upon arriving at the bulky wooden building. Once inside, the smell of alcohol and humidity hit him like brick. Jamie nearly had to hold his arm down to keep from plugging his nose in disgust. "Oh, great."

With a mighty 'hmph', he slunk down in a chair and blew on his hands to warm them. Don't worry, Jamie, he thought. Just stay for a bit to warm up, then you can high-tail it outta here.

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New Year's Party | Part 1.5

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New Year's Bonanza Part 2

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Start of a New Year || @Jamie

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