a request from so long ago that I finally managed to finishš.( no specific gender mention, no use of y/n)
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The sound of clicking, along with the cold air, is a frequent feeling in a listener's life. At times, you loathe it; very rarely does it bring you comfort. Portland row was quiet, except for the arguing of George and Lockwood. You weren't paying much attention to them, firm in your decision and opinions. The ring in the silver locket was the topic of discussion this evening. Lockwood held the locket in his palm.ā We can't help a ghost. We need to destroy her source and move on. Let her go,ā you scoffed. Lockwood would never allow you to experiment on something so dangerous. Maybe Annabel Ward nearly killed the three of you in your bedroom after you stole her source and fell asleep with it, but who wouldn't if they were a vengeful visitor? There wasn't a way to describe the connection you felt, soft? addicting? Horrifying? Whatever it was, you knew something needed to be done about it. Next to Lockwood, leaning against the counter, was George. His curls are a tad messy from the fight, but you knew your George. You knew how curious he could be. āCome on, George, back me up here. Let's not throw this chance of a discovery simply because you've thought I've gone mad.ā George could see past your charade; in all fairness, you knew there was a chance he would. You were his after all. āNice try, but psychic connections are weak science. You felt sorry for her. You heard her death loop. End of story.ā George said, giving you a bit of a look. The one that very clearly told you what he was thinking, Something along the lines of āyou should know betterā. ā Come off it. It's nearly dawn, she'll be a lot weaker now. All I ask is one shot, one chance to connect with her,ā you said, glancing at Lockwood, trying to see if any part of this conversation could convince him. āNo. We've only just escaped with our lives. Twice.ā George hummed and glanced at you before turning to Lockwood."Because you were unprepared. Twice. This time, we'll do it properly,ā George said, moving from Lockwood's side toward yours, a physical show of who's on whose side.Ā Part of you felt giddy; maybe it was having George on your side or just getting George. Lockwood sighed, knowing he was outnumbered.ā There has to be at least one sane member in this agency.ā
āIf she takes any liberties, we're right here, okay?ā you hear Lockwood say as George places the ring in your palm. You sat in the middle of the library, a chair placed for your comfort.Ā Your hand brushes lightly against George's hand. The silver ring felt oddly cold in your hand. A satisfying feeling, like finally being able to breathe for the first in a while. George slowly walks back, keeping his eyes on you as he takes his spot next to Lockwood. You feel a sudden pulse of energy, a chill goes down your spine as you start to hear the sound of a woman singing. The beautiful sound of a woman's singing voice plays in the back of your hand as you start to hear a conversation. You aren't paying attention to what you're mumbling anymore, it comes out of you like a flow of water. āShe loves him..dancing to the song..he watches her.ā you can feel yourself get up from the chair, as if someone were pulling you up and you allow it. the sweet moment in your head turns intoxicating. It wasn't soft and freeing anymore, but sharp and graphic.
āHe wants her, but-ā Annabel's pain somehow becomes yours. You were the actress, you were in love, he worshiped you. God, have you ever felt love this deeply before? George's voice breaks through the conversation, āWhat is it?ā A mere whisper had managed to pull you away from everything. Your eyes land on George; each step towards him feels like a necessity. āHe's angry. Jealous.. God, she's afraid.ā You place a hand on George's face; his skin feels hot in comparison to yours. āIt's alright.. He loves me,ā you can feel yourself smile, you didn't know who you were talking to. You or the man standing in front of you. George tries to pull your hand away, and an uncertain and concerned expression washes across his face.ā You gave me the ring. You'd never hurt me. Look at me. Look at me.ā Your desperation became unbearable until you felt pain unlike any other move across your body towards your neck. The sensation blocked everything out; you couldn't hear anything, consumed by the adrenaline of the moment. āLet go of me- I can't breathe!ā you said, gasping for air, your hands reached towards George. You wanted out so desperately, to no longer be connected to Annabel. Your eyes adjust slightly as Lockwood opens the shut curtains. A desperate scream echoes through the room as a chair is tossed towards you and George. George just barely pushed you out of the way, but not without you getting grazed on your arm when he shoved both of you out of the way. The chair landed towards the bookshelves, managing to hit a couple of salt bombs. Creating an almost dazzling explosion. You ignore whatever Lockwood was saying about no more experiments. You hissed as you got up from the chair that cushioned your fall. The gash on your arm pulsed as you felt the warm sensation of blood trickling down your arm. You stumbled to your room, getting used to the feeling of having your body back. You grabbed whatever gauze and Band-Aids were in the bathroom. The cooling sensation from the wet gauze felt euphoric, slowly bringing you back down to earth. The three knocks on your door startle you. āYou alright?.. You ran off on us,ā George says, walking into your room, closing the door as he does.ā I'm fine, I just didn't want blood on the carpet,ā you mumbled, trying to clean your arm. George gently takes the gauze from your hand, gently dabbing at your arm.ā...ignore Lockwood, he's just stressed because of the bill fittes sent him.ā
You sighed as you handed George the bandaid on your lap.ā... aren't you scared? Worries? I lost control back there, yet-...this is different. I can't explain it.ā George interpreted you āOf course, I had to hold you while some visitor took over you, but I know what you mean. This case means something to you. It's taking over you, and you want answers. I can't give them to you. But I can offer help.ā George smiled softly as he finished putting the bandaid on your arm. āYou're no help to me if you can't get Lockwood to shut up about me going crazy,ā you said with a soft smile, gesturing towards the door where the behind could be heard the soft sound of Lockwood's pacing and mumbled toward himself. George chuckled. āOh, I'm sure he'll tire himself out eventually. I'm more worried about you at the moment.ā You felt your defences lower, your eyes maintained on George. You allowed your body to rest against Georges. He gently placed his arms around you as you placed your head on his chest. The rest of the world felt miles away, hearing the sound of George's heartbeat as you matched your breathing with his.
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